Page 54 of Lift Me Up

“Am I going to be expected to do this all by myself? Or⁠—”

He takes the hint and wraps his ridiculously long fingers around his cock, eyes fluttering shut, a curse lost to the void as he works himself up. I sit and take in this sight, relishing in it. He’s fucking beautiful. There’s no other way to express it. He has pink lips and wild eyes, and mused hair, but even in the evening glow of my room, he’s effortlessly beautiful. A piece of art I could stare at for the rest of my life and not be bored for a moment.

There’s always something new to learn about him. The way his thighs flex as he touches himself, the way his jaw drops open just a bit. The pinch in his brow, the tiny constellations of freckles down his toned chest, which I trace just because I can. The thing is, it’s unbelievable that I get this moment with him. That I get every moment with him. I don’t think about anything other than this, than us.

His voice catches when I gently touch his nipple, eyes wide as he meets mine, and he chokes out, “Shit, I’m⁠—”

“Don’t.” I take my hands away and stop his hand on an upstroke and he falls back to the bed, panting and groaning.

“Oh my god. Please, please,” He begs me, and the tingly feeling up my spine returns.

“Only if you’re inside me.”

The condom rolls on and he makes sure to use the lube I gave him.

“Georgie,” He hisses, and I realize he’s ready, beyond ready. He lays rock hard against his hip and twitches when he notices me staring and gods—that really does something for me.

“Needy,” I tease him.

“Please.”

“Well, go on then. Not going to do all the work here,”

He instinctively takes over, rubbing his already lubed fingers along my sensitive clit and down, then inside. I shiver, biting my lip to keep the sounds in, making him appear even smugger.

“Noah,” I whine, shaking my hips to urge him to do something, anything.

“Now who’s needy?” He takes his cock in his hand, giving an extra pump for good measure before he guides me over him, the head of him thick and hard pressing against me. He rubs himself up and down, and it’s glorious torture. I dig my nails into his shoulders for him to take the hint, and he laughs. It’s been too fucking long, and if he isn’t inside me right this second⁠—

Noah pulls me down for a kiss as he presses in, slowly, so fucking slowly. I lose my breath and my ability to function as a human being. My brain is static, my body is fire, and I need this more than I ever realized. My body trembles when I am fully seated on him, relishing in the feeling of being full.

“Georgie.” My name is like a prayer, like a love song being inked into my skin. I can’t take it. I need him, I need it rough, I need it fast, I need⁠—

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

It’s like he knows; he knows all the words inside my head before I ever say them aloud. He braces himself, and I lift my hips, and he pulls back and⁠—

“Oh god.”

I can’t tell if that was him or me who said it, all I know is he’s inside me, and he’s setting a rhythm I meet with every down thrust and- it makes my chest burn. My body is not my own right now, overtaken by the electricity and his relentless canting and the way he hits that spot just right with every slide of his cock.

He changes the rhythm just when I think I’m close, switching to slow and languid and taking in the moment. It’s agony, I need to feel the burn of him, but it’s tender and sweet, he’s whispering sweet nothings in my ears, and I know this is it. There’s no going back, no quitting him. He’s like a drug, I am addicted, and I never want him to let me go.

“Georgie, please let me come.” That alone is enough to undo me.

“Fuck.” I hiss, grabbing his hands and pressing him down into the mattress and taking what I want to take and what he is more than willing to give.

“Georgie…” My name is a spell on his lips.

His head is thrown back as he raises his hips to meet my downward thrust. His wrists push up against my bonds, not enough to push me away or to get me to stop from holding him down. No, he’s testing to feel it, to feel the weight of my hands holding him down, making him stay, making him take it. He’s testing the sheer control I have, the control he’s given me.

“I’m close,” I whisper to him.

“Me too. Please.” He says, kissing me hard and fierce and with so much emotion it’s almost too much.

I feel my orgasm building deep inside, then rippling its way through me in waves. There’s a moment where it hurts too good, where I think I need to stop, but he pushes and I pull, and that’s what does it for me. The shock on his face as he feels me clench down on him, my thighs shaking around him as my head falls back, and I let out every possible sound of pleasure he’s making me feel. Noah fucks me right through it. I come, hard and fast and drenched in sweat, but I’ve never felt more beautiful.

“G—”