Chapter Twenty
AMIRA
N oah’s lips leave wet kisses along my cheek, and each press of his lips against my skin warms me from the inside out. My brain swims in a storm and I don’t know what to say or do or how I’m supposed to act. He’s … in love with me?
I knew he liked me; he’d even told me there was more to his agreement than just wanting to help a friend. But this is miles above what I’d thought. And the photo. God , I can feel the heat spreading through my cheeks as I think of the candid snap.
When he came that day to help Cassidy move in, I was intrigued and a little infatuated by him. But he was her cousin. And he lived in Sydney. He was nothing but a pipe dream I knew would never eventuate, and by the time he returned to Melbourne, I was so set against a relationship that I barely thought twice. But even so, every time I cleared out my polaroids to make room for new memories, I couldn’t bring myself to take that one down.
“Noah I can explain,” I start, but he shakes his head against mine and nuzzles against my neck.
“Don’t,” he whispers. “Just feel. Love is scary, it’s always going to be, but you have to trust yourself as much as you trust me.”
“I don’t know how.”
“I have an idea.”
He steps back, and the rush of cold air that hits my skin makes me shiver. Goosebumps erupt over my skin, spreading from where he kissed my neck.
Noah unbuttons the cuffs of his black work shirt and pulls off his tie. He looks around the room, pulling the silky ribbon through his fingers. “Do you know when Ella will be back?”
“Tomorrow.” She’s staying with a friend, apparently, but I have a feeling she saw the hours I was spending in the kitchen and knew she needed to be out of the apartment when Noah got back from work.
With a nod, Noah grabs my hand and drags me to the table. “Which chair?”
I look between him and our assortment of chairs, pressing my lips into a thin line. “What—”
“Don’t question it. Just tell me which chair.”
“The red one.” My pulse quickens, unsure what he is getting at but thrilled at the idea all the same.
Noah sits in the chair and pulls me onto his lap, my legs falling either side of his thighs. He grips my waist, pulling me into him with the tie hanging in his fingers over my leg. “You trust me?”
His voice has turned guttural, into a sound that makes my insides squirm and my pussy throb. “Yes,” I moan, feeling his length thicken through all the layers between us.
“And do you believe I trust you?”
He grinds into me when I nod, the friction sending shockwaves through my body.
“But you don’t trust yourself?”
“No.” I lean back, furrowing my brow. “I don’t.”
To his credit, Noah doesn’t miss a beat. He grinds into me again and I fall into him. “Kiss me,” he growls into my ear. It’s not a request, it’s a command. And I like it. A lot.
I do as he asked, gripping his face in my hands and pressing my lips against his. He lets me take the lead, opening up as I run my tongue along the seam of his mouth, and tilting his head as we deepen the kiss. I take my time, exploring him, savouring in the way the sweet icing has lingered on his tongue. Noah rocks his hips against mine and need pools low in my belly. I may not know what I’m doing when it comes to this relationship, but I do know I want this. I want Noah over and over again because everything he can give me will never be enough. We kiss like we are starved for one another.
Noah’s grip on my waist tightens, then drops away as he reaches up to place his hands over mine. He loops his tie around my fingers as he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against mine.
His chest heaves with each breath and he gulps before he speaks. “Tie my hands behind the chair.”
My heart just about stops beating. “What?”
“I trust you,” is all Noah says in response.
Unease clouds my vision. “I don’t … What … I …”
Words escape me, but around the haziness in my periphery something else begins to swell. It throbs in my core and catapults my heart back to a racing speed.
“Trust yourself,” Noah whispers. “Everything else we can figure out as we go, but without trust, we have no hope. Maybe this will help you believe in yourself.”
My legs shake as I stand from his lap. With delicate fingers, I pull his arms behind his back, and my fingers shake as I wrap the tie around his wrists. “I don’t know how to tie the knot.”
“Just tie a bow, you don’t need to earn a scouts badge.”
I weave the ends of the tie around the spokes of the chair and tie a haphazard bow. Noah tugs gently, and I swallow down the lump in my throat when it holds.
“Now what?” I ask with a shaky breath.
“That’s up to you.”
Right. The thing is, I’m not good at this. It never mattered if I was with a woman or a man, I always managed to let them take the lead. It’s never quite been on the same level as when Noah took control, but I have always been a bit of a passenger princess. I’m about to say as much when Noah counters my words before I speak them.
“The first morning. That was all you. You can do this.”
And maybe it’s the memory of riding his hand, or maybe it’s just Noah’s confidence in me, but desire begins to surge through my veins. I rip my T-shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of my leggings. Looking down at my body, I say a silent thanks to this morning’s Amira, for putting on a cute black matching set. It’s not sexy but it’s maybe a little sultry, and that’s miles better than the sports bra and years old panties I often wear.
To stop my hands from shaking, I drop them onto Noah’s shoulders. Leaning over him, I nibble his earlobe and stretch my arms over his front to undo the buttons of his shirt. Pulling it open I trace along the ridges of his abs. My heart beats against his back, but Noah keeps his breaths steady. He hums in time with the movement of my fingers against his skin.
Leaning over him as far as I can, my hands still don’t reach as low as I want. I’m barely grazing the waistband of his pants. With a sigh, I bring my hands back to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off them. It stretches across his biceps before getting stuck, so I plant a kiss on his upper back before making my way around him.
Noah groans, tugging at his arms as I drop to my knees in front of him. I press my palm along the bulge in his pants and my pussy aches at the thought of him. He filled my mouth so well; it’s going to be a stretch, but God I can’t wait to feel how full he makes me.
His button catches as I undo it, but when I get the zipper down Noah lifts off the seat so I can pull his pants off. Wasting no time, I take his underwear down with them. His cock springs free, and Noah gasps.
“Cupcake,” he growls as I run my tongue from the base right up to the tip. I flatten my tongue against the head, savouring the taste of him that’s already spilling out.
I stand in a rush. Screw the foreplay, I want him inside me. Now. “I have an IUD,” I announce. The rational part of my brain knows there’s more to protection than birth control, but my body doesn’t care. I want to feel his skin against mine, I want to know there is nothing between us. “And I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested.”
A deep grumble reverberates through Noah’s chest. “My tests were all negative too.”
I nod, spreading Noah’s legs. I step between them and turn around, hooking my thumbs in my panties. Bending forward from my hips, I peel them over my hips and down to my ankles. My ass is in Noah’s face, his breath hot against my cheeks. I jiggle my hips, revelling in the hasty sounds Noah begins to make. He leans forward to kiss the underside of my butt, trailing his nose towards my centre. The chair creaks as he pulls against the ties on his wrists.
“Fuck, Cupcake, you’re so wet for me. Please come closer so I can taste you.”
I stand, turning to drop a finger to his lips and clicking my tongue. “I thought I was in control?”
His Adam’s Apple bobs. “Sorry, Cupcake,” he says with a smirk.
I position myself over him, stretching my legs either side of his waist and reaching between us position his cock at my entrance. Noah jerks at my touch. “Please,” he moans. “Please fuck me.”
He slips back into being submissive with ease, and I reward him by impaling myself on his impressive length. And I definitely overestimated my abilities.
Sucking in a gasp, I freeze, unable to move even if my body was ready. His cock fills me, stretching me to a point I’ve never experienced.
“Are you okay?” Noah shifts his head to look at me. To his credit, he keeps his lower body still as he strains his arms. He’s fighting the urge to hold me; I can see it in the way his eyes are drawn down.
I force myself to breathe, leaning towards him to kiss away the lines between his brows. He kisses the soft skin below my chin, and I cup his face to bring our lips together.
There’s no haste in this kiss. It starts as a gentle peck, growing lazily as we tease each other with our tongues. Noah’s teeth graze against my lower lip and I moan into his mouth. His kiss relaxes me, like fine wine that drizzles down my skin until the feeling of being stretched eases into something else. I feel full and whole, and I trust myself as much as I trust Noah. I’m not going to hurt myself. I know my limits.
I rock my hips, tentative and testing. Pleasure coats me from the inside out and I drop my upper body into Noah’s. My clit grazes against his pubic bone as I ride his cock, and each back and forth movement brings me closer and closer to a precipice that feels entirely foreign.
It’s not just about having Noah’s arms tied behind his back. It’s about Noah. My heart flips and sinks and my pulse races with fear just as much as it does with arousal.
“Fuck Cupcake, you keep rocking your hips like that I’m gonna fill you up real quick.”
Grinding down, I clench my muscles around him as best I can. “You already are.”
My legs grow weak. Adjusting myself over Noah, I reach behind him to undo the knot. He doesn’t miss a beat, scooping me into his arms the second they are free. His hands grab at my ass and hips, hoisting me up and down as he thrusts into me.
I want to scream his name, but the air is long gone from my lungs and I think I’ve lost the ability to speak altogether. I gasp as every muscle in my body begins to spasm.
“You feel even better coming on my cock than I thought you would. Fucking hell,” Noah moans against my neck. “Please,” he begs, “can I come inside you.”
As my release washes over me, I giggle into his hair. “You fucking better.”
With a few more powerful thrusts, Noah stretches out my orgasm as his own takes over.