Those few seconds after you woke up, where your mind was completely empty and your body free, were the only moments of bliss these days. Those passing seconds felt heavenly, and just for a moment I could pretend that all these things that were happening were just a bad dream.
And I was getting better and better at pretending.
A heavy arm laid freely over my middle, holding me close to a big body that belonged to a person that still made me smile. Even after all these years, after all those reservations, he still held me like a priceless piece of porcelain, and over the past couple of weeks he never let go.
They said that actions were what mattered and not words, and Noah did his best to show me why it was always only him for me. Countless other guys, opportunities missed, yet none of them came close to what I felt for him.
I wiggled my ass against him, feeling his dick twitching against me. I smirked as his hips started moving, his dick rubbing over my ass, while the small puffs of air escaped from his lips, playing with the hair on my neck.
He tightened his grip against me, pulling me closer to him until his chest became plastered to my back.
His honey-laced lips dropped to my shoulder, quick, sloppy kisses going from my shoulder to the sweet spot behind my ear. My eyes closed while his teeth nipped at my skin, and that hand around my waist started going lower and lower, until his fingers reached the hem of my shirt.
Sneakily, almost too carefully, he pushed my shirt up and spread his fingers over my belly, holding himself there as if he too was trying to savor this moment.
“You’re a wicked witch, Soph,” he murmured against my neck. “But I like this kind of morning.” I could feel his smile on my skin rather than see it, and before I could even answer or say anything at all, he flipped us over, with me right beneath him and him above me.
His sleepy eyes held a brightness that wasn’t there two days ago when I told him about my prognosis, and that dark hair fell over his forehead. He grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head, holding me hostage, while his hips held mine locked onto the bed.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he croaked and dropped his head down, pressing his lips against mine. “You’ve been awfully loud last night.”
That smirk—that knowing little smirk. “No, I don’t remember anything.”
“Because you slept like a newborn baby, but the noises.” He dove and bit one of my nipples over my shirt. “My name on your lips.” He bit the other one, pulling out an involuntary moan from me. “I almost woke you up right there and then. You drove me insane.”
“Why didn’t you?” Panting, needy, with lava burning through me, rushing through my veins, I needed him to do a lot more than just press those wicked lips against mine.
I lifted my hips, but as soon as I did, he pressed down on my pelvis with his other hand, his fingers dancing over my belly. “I almost did, but I didn’t want to scar your parents for life. I also didn’t want to have your brother barging in here while I was balls deep inside of you.”
“You’re such a romantic, you know that?” I laughed. “Balls deep? Really?”
“And what would you like me to say? While my member penetrated the hard walls of your tunnel?”
“Eww, no.” I pushed against him, but he wasn’t budging. “Please don’t ever utter those words in my presence again. That sounds like construction work.”
“Does it?” His hand went to my back and dipped inside my panties. He grabbed a fistful of my ass, pushing his dick up and down, slowly building up the tension I craved even without him properly touching me. “Maybe I should tell him that I deflowered his baby sister in the middle of the night in the forest.”
“Oh, no.” I grinned. “Do you wish to end up with a broken arm or something?”
He shook his head. “No, but since you don’t want me to use that word, this is the next best thing.”
“Just don’t talk about the two of us having sex, or kissing, or touching each other… You know what, just don’t talk to Andy at all.” I laughed. “He’s been giving you the stink eye for a couple of days now.”
“He loves me, trust me. We have this real bromance that you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “Besides, he told me that he always thought you and I are going to end up together one day.”
“No fucking way.” I pulled myself up and moved toward the headboard. “He’s been teasing me so much over the years, even though I never confirmed what I felt for you.”
He sat up and pulled my feet into his lap. “I mean, it was obvious to everybody else but us. To be honest, it was obvious to me as well, but you were just so stubborn and—”
“I was stubborn?”
“Yeah.” Noah nodded. “You never told me how you felt.”
He dug his thumbs into the soles of my feet, eliciting a long moan from me.
