“Do you think you can handle that, Noah?”
I think about her words. Maybe we both deserve to just have a moment to live without worry. I know having her in my arms will only be temporary, and that I’m only a visitor in hers, but it’sTori. I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give me, and maybe this is what I need to be able to move on. To have a night where she feels like mine, and then I can find a way to go on without her.
I hum, my gaze ping ponging between her eyes that have me hypnotized and her plump lips that are begging to be kissed. This could be dangerous, and the logical side of my brain is saying I’ll probably get hurt, but the devil on my shoulder, he tells me to do it anyway, and yeah, that fucker wins every time.
Fuck it.
My mouth collides with hers, and I forget the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this.
I cup her ass, and I moan as I push my tongue between her lips, and she parts them, inviting me in.
I lift her, and she wraps her toned legs around my waist as she weaves her fingers into my hair. The kiss is frantic, messy, desperate, as if we were pouring the last few years of separation and built up tension into it.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” I say between kisses.
“Me too, me too.” I carry her to the bed and lay her down, never breaking the kiss.
“Do you have a condom?” she murmurs against my lips, and my stomach drops.
“Fuck. No.” My head falls to her shoulder, and I growl in frustration.
“Hey, it’s okay,” she says. “I’m on the pill. I guess we could do it with—”
I interrupt, hearing the hesitation in her voice. I’m not going to put her in a position she isn’t comfortable with.
“Tor, it’s fine.” I brush my nose with hers, “There are lots of things we can do that don’t require a condom.”
She smiles, and her eyes light up. “Oh yeah?” I give her a quick peck on the lips, and then I stand and begin removing my shirt. She rests on her forearms and drinks me in, watching my fingersas they undo every button. I take my time, dragging this out. The room is silent, the music from the top deck echoing into the cabin.
I remove my shirt and lay it on the bed beside her. She eyes me curiously. “I don’t want to wrinkle it.” I give her a wink. “Panties off, Tor.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and lets out a sexy laugh. “I’m not wearing any.”
I let my head fall back and stare at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I moan out.
This woman.
I get onto the bed, never breaking eye contact with her. “Knees up, darlin’.”
She does as she’s told, digging her stiletto heels into the fabric of the bedding. I lean forward, wrapping my hands around her thighs, and tug her forward. She yelps as I place her legs over my shoulders and push her dress up, groaning in approval when I find her bare, waxed, her arousal glistening.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” Tori’s breathless words fill the room.
“I didn’t get a taste last time.” I swipe my tongue through her folds, her pussy fluttering under my touch and she bucks off the bed.
I twirl my tongue over her swollen clit and lap up her arousal. When I push a finger inside her, she moans so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard her upstairs.
“Oh, baby, you’re soaked,” I groan.
I suck on her clit, and I glance up, my tongue still on her sex, and wink. Her head falls back against the mattress as she whimpers.“You’re too good at that.”
“What, this?” I suck harder on her clit as I add another finger inside her.
“Yes,” she hisses.
The sound of the yacht’s horns startles us both, letting us know that we are close to the dock.
“I’m gonna need you to come for me, darlin’.” I command as I bring my mouth back to her clit.
