Noah Shaw - 10 years later
“Harder!” Gabe demands as I pound into him from behind, where he’s braced against the shower wall. I piston my hips, clutching his waist as he lets out a deep groan.
“Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet, you’ll wake the kids.” I lick the back of his neck, tasting water andGabe.
He pushes his forehead against the shower wall, nodding. I bring my hand up over his, feeling the littleclinkof our wedding bands. Nine years now. We wasted no time and got married the year after I proposed. I smile into the back of his neck, remembering the day.
“Noah,” he whines.Fuck, those noises still kill me after all this time.
I grit my teeth as he fucks back onto me, taking control of the movement. “You wanna fuck me after?” I ask him as my head drops, watching my cock disappear in and out of his ass. My heart hammers at the sight.
“Too close, next time,” he breathes. “So good, Blue. I love the feel of you inside me, can’t wait for you to fill me up.”
My eyes practically roll back as I choke on a moan, trying to stay quiet. My dirty talk has rubbed off on him over the years, and I fucking love it. I also love that I can guarantee his face is bright pink, saying those words.
I take my hand off his hip and bring it to his front, reaching for his cock, but he bats my hand away. “No, I’m nearly there, give it to me harder, and I’ll come.”
I grip his hip again, wanting to sob at the thought of him coming untouched. It doesn’t happen every time, but when it does, it drives me wild.
“Yeah? You’re gonna do that for me?” I rasp, picking up my pace, driving into him with deeper thrusts. “That big cock gonna make a mess just from me inside you?”
He nods frantically, water streaming over both of us. “Noah—” My name comes out on a broken whisper, his body shaking.
“Fuck, baby, I wish you could see this, how well your tight ass is taking me,” I murmur before leaning my chest to his back, angling my hips just right. I know his body better than my own by now. I know exactly where to hit, exactly how to twist my hips to pull that sound out of him. “Such a good boy, taking my cock like you were made for it.”
He whines as I bury my face against the side of his neck, teeth scraping lightly over wet skin as I drive into him. My fingers lace with his against the wall, our rings connecting again, anotherlittle reminder that he’s mine, that I get this for the rest of my life.
His muscles flutter around me, and I know he’s right on the edge. His thighs tremble, his breath coming in these quiet, strangled little sounds he’s trying so hard to hold back.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Come for me, baby. I wanna feel your ass strangling my cock.”
He shudders, going tight all over, and then he’s gone, falling over the edge with a choked-off cry that he bites into his own forearm. I feel it—every pulse, every clench around me as he paints the tiled wall with his cum.
“Fuck,” I grit out, losing my rhythm as he milks me, as his body drags me under with him. My vision whites out at the edges, and I thrust once, twice more, before I’m following him, burying myself deep as I spill into him, groaning against his shoulder so I don’t wake the whole house.
There’s nothing but pounding water and the sound of us breathing in the aftermath, until I manage to unclench my hand from his and turn him gently. His cheeks are flushed, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes soft and heavy-lidded behind wet lashes.
“Hey,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over his lower lip. “You okay?”
“I’m perfect,” he says, grinning.
I press a kiss to his mouth, then another to his cheek. “Yeah, you are.”
His eyes drop to my chest, and he snorts, shaking his head. “Still can’t believe you got that.”
I look down at the tattoo on my chest, right over my heart. An Oreo with a little G in the middle. I smirk at him, as much an idiot in love now as ever. Theo did it the night before our wedding, and when Gabe saw it, he laughed so hard he cried. “You love it. It’s your favorite tattoo of mine.”
His eyes soften. “Mm, I do. But you know it’s not.”
He brings his hand to the back of my neck, fingers finding the top of my compass tattoo. He brushes his lips against mine sweetly. “This one always will be. It brought you home to me.”
I pull him into an embrace, holding him tight. “No, baby. It was always you calling me home. You’re my North Star.”
He melts into me as his hands stroke up and down my spine. When he makes space between us, it’s to cradle my jaw. He kisses my cheek, the corner of my lips, my chin. My eyes fall closed. A tender caress brushes against each eyelid, and my body goes lax under his attention.
When my heavy eyes open, the sight is every wish I asked for and was granted. Gabe Shaw, looking at me with a love most people only dream of finding.
“Come on,” I say softly. “Let me clean you up before one of them decides to come find us.”
