I want to be inside her, but I need to make sure she’s ready.
I add a second finger, gliding them in and out of her, and rub her clit with my thumb. Her body quivers, the sound of her arousal echoing around the space, but I worry she’s holding back when she squeezes her thighs, restricting my access.
“Relax for me, baby. I’ve got you. Open up for me,” I whisper into her ear, and that’s all she needs. Her thighs hit the mattress, and I glance down where my fingers pulse in and out of her.
“Come for me, darlin’,” I coax. “ Make a mess all over my fingers.”
“Oh fuck.” She cries out, and I watch in awe as her body convulses beneath my touch, eyes fluttering closed as she bites down on her lower lip and rides the wave of her orgasm. When it slows, I remove my fingers and look at the evidence of her pleasure, of what my touch did to her, slides down my fingers.
“Oh, baby, you did make a mess, didn’t you?”
She stares up at me, flushed cheeks, mouth open in a perfect O shape, and her thick lashes flutter in surprise. When I take my fingers that are covered in her cum into my mouth and suck.
She’s warm and sweet, and I think I could get drunk off the taste of Tori Walker.
She gasps as she watches me, and I reach for my pants and pull out my wallet, saying a silent prayer of relief that I have always carried a condom in there. I rip open the packet with my teeth and roll the rubber over my throbbing cock, then settle between her legs, and take a moment to take her in. My eyes graze over her body, my hands wander over the curve of her hips. She’s here, I can see her, I can feel her, and yet somewhere in my mind, this still doesn’t feel real because she looks like a dream.
I brush my nose with hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
A giggle escapes her lips, and I kiss her.
I break the kiss and look at her, but her eyes remain closed.
“Tori, look at me. I wanna see those beautiful eyes when we do this.”
When they open, her hooded eyes are full of something I haven’t seen before, but I’m confident they match the look that’s in mine, that we know this changes everything. We’ll never be what we were, but maybe we’ll be something greater after.
I line up my cock against her entrance and push inside, causing us both to moan at the same time. I give her a moment to adjust to my size, and the way she clenches around me, I’m already close to the edge. But I’m nowhere near ready for this to be over.
When she places a hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, I brush my lips with hers, and begin moving inside her. We fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. We move in tandem, our breathing erratic yet perfectly matched. This is more than I dreamed of, and now I know what it’s like to be inside her, I selfishly want the rest of her. I want to be the only one she wants, I want her heart to beat only for me, I want her to choose me.
I lean back on my knees, lifting her with me and settling her in my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist as I guide her up and down my cock. When she holds onto my shoulders for leverage and tilts her head back, exposing her neck and pushing her bouncing breasts towards me, I’m gone.
“Fuck, Tori,” I growl out as run my tongue along her neck and down the valley between her breasts, taking her nipple and sucking.
She whimpers and rotates her hips down on my cock, changing the angle for both of us, and my core tightens.
Her nails dig into the skin on my back, and I welcome the sting. I want her to mark me and make me hers. Our sweat-soaked skin pressed together as we both work to reach ourclimax. She wraps her arms tightly around my neck, pressing her forehead to mine.
“Noah, oh God, this is…”
“I know, baby, I know,” I pant, not needing her to finish. This is so much more than I could have imagined.
“Yes, yes, I’m…” she cries breathlessly as she tightens around me. The pressure makes my balls pull, heat blazing through my thighs, and we both come together. I capture her mouth with mine and swallow her cries. We hold each other as we ride the wave, the moment intimate and truly perfect. I feel everything, her, me, us. We are tethered to one another and for just one perfect moment, she feels like she’s all mine.
She shivers when I press a kiss to her shoulder, and when she buries her face into my neck, and she sags in my arms, I lie back, still inside her. I don’t want to break the contact or the moment. I want to stay in this bubble with her, laid inside my arms, because when we move, the reality of what we have just done will hit, and I don’t think either of us is ready for it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Tori
Guilt. A feeling I am all too familiar with. I’ve always thought… but grief and guilt come hand in hand, like an unwanted pair. I circle my index finger over the stitching of the comforter trying to make sense of what we did. Noah lies beside me, sleeping peacefully, while I’ve barely slept. I spent the night battling my feelings, flitting between emotions. I like Noah. I like Noah a lot. He understands me in a way no one else does. I like who I am when I’m with him. But would we be who we are if Trent hadn’t happened? Were we just two people who were pushed together due to grief? Was this trauma bonding or true feelings?
But how could I fall for the best friend of my dead boyfriend? What kind of person could do that? What would people think? How can something that feels so right also feel so wrong? My heart races in my chest, and the urge to flee grows. I need to getout of here. I need space. This is all my fault. I’ve leaned on Noah for too long, and it led me to his bed. I don’t think I’ll ever truly heal if I am attached to him.
I slide out of bed, pick up my scattered clothes, and head to my room through the adjoining door. I’ll call Noah from the airport. I just need to get out of here and clear my head.
I find my suitcase that I didn’t even get around to unpacking and search for my purse and phone to call a cab, but his voice startles me.
