He leans forward, curving his body protectively over my belly, and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
My fingers claw at the sheets, the mattress, and then his back as I try anything and everything to ground myself, to stop from completely flying away or breaking apart, because I feel certain that I will never be put back the same after this. I’m forever changed. And it’s scary, but also inevitable. Noah and I are inevitable.
The pleasure reaches a crescendo. I’m standing on the edge, and this time, when we come, we come together. Noah interlaces our fingers and stares deeply into my eyes as he spills inside me. My back arches and I cry out his name, repeating it over and over. It’s like an out-of-body experience and I float somewhere above us for a good long while afterward. He presses his forehead to mine and we share breath as we come down from our high.
I wince slightly when he pulls out, and it’s followed by a flood of wetness that leaks onto the bedsheets beneath me. He murmurs soothing sounds in my ear, kissing me on the cheek and tucking a loose strand of hair away from my face.
“I’ll be right back.”
I’m only half aware of the warm press of a washcloth between my legs. When I come back to myself I’m wrapped safely in his arms and he’s breathing softly against the crown of my head. Noah’s arms tighten around me when I stir, but then he loosens enough to allow me to roll to face him. His profile is backlit against the light from the moon streaming in through the window and I’m shocked to realize that it’s now full dark outside. We’ve spent the better part of the afternoon and evening in this room and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I fit myself into the crook of his shoulder and tuck my face against his neck. It’s fast becoming one of my favorite places to be. Noah slides his hands up so his fingers can play with my hair, always my hair. His masculine scent washes over me, and I inhale deeply.
“I sure do love orgasms,” I sigh happily.
He hums contentedly, the sound a low comforting rumble in his chest.
“And I loveyou,” he responds.
I pull back to meet his eyes. “I love you too.”
Noah’s dimples pop and I congratulate myself for multiple sightings in one day. Damn, he’s a sexy man.
And he’smine.
My eyes are growing heavy again and I curl deeper into his warmth.
“Told you something special would happen today,” I whisper, and I feel him nod where his chin rests against the top of my head.
“Cosmic,” he agrees softly.
A moment later his breathing evens out and I know he’s asleep.
I’m right behind him.
???
Noah pushes himself up from the bed in one smooth movement and disappears into the bathroom. A moment later the shower turns on and I let out a deep and satisfied sigh. Then I roll myself over–as much as is possible with my ever-growing bump–and squeal into my pillow like a god-damn teenybopper.
But I can’t help it.
Noah loves me, and I love him.
Holy shit, I’m in love!
And holy shit was last night hotttt! Not just last night, but what followed this morning too.
I’m still recovering from the wake-up call he only just gave me, but somehow reliving it almost immediately still has my core heating up all over again.
???
“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs close to my ear, his voice low and gravelly and so so sensual.
“Hmmm. Morning,” I reply, rolling over to face him and opening one sleepy eye to take in his beautiful face. His gaze is warm, his smile soft, his hair adorably rumpled. I want badly to run my hands through the soft strands, so I do.
“Mmmmm,” he groans, leaning into my touch. Noah slides his arms around my waist pulling me close for a sweet kiss and stealing my breath.
“So we’re really doing this, huh? The whole shebang?” I ask against his lips once we part. And then I promptly roll onto my back and cover my eyes in embarrassment. “Who even says ‘shebang?’” I mutter. “I’m not sure where that came from. Ignore me please, I’m kind of … nervous. Or something.”
