Chapter 43
HANNAH
Noah lays me down gently on the bed, our kisses soft and slow, almost like we’re savoring the moment, but I’m on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop and watch him run for the hills, or projectile vomit in the bathroom. Either way, the outcome sucks.
He cups my face, controlling our movements, tongues teasing over swollen lips.
Noah can sense I’m holding back and breaks our kiss, smoothing away any hairs from my face. “Do you want me to stop?”
I take in a deep breath, finding comfort in his concern, knowing this is a lot for me.
Something Liam would never have done, or asked.
“No, I trust you.” Because at the end of the day, underneath the armor to shield his own insecurities, Noah is willing to see all of me, the good, the bad, even the ugly.
He kisses the tip of my nose, then both my cheeks, smiling. “Good. I want you to trust me.”
His dark eyes somehow glow, a shower of emotions raining on me, making my breath hitch.
Noah starts to kiss parts of my skin that are usually covered in layers, spending extra time on my hips, nipping my skin.
I keep my eyes closed the whole time, knowing he’s looking at all my imperfections, the stretch marks of my battles, hoping I removed every hair on my body, praying he doesn’t catch a strand.
Instead, I feel his rough fingers graze along my skin, lightly touching my midsection, humming, “So soft.”
Tears prick behind my closed eyes, threatening to escape.
A gentle kiss shocks me as Noah pecks the area that has ruined my self-esteem since my diagnosis.
His hands then travel back to my waist, gripping my love handles, groaning as he continues to kiss and lick my skin.
“God, Red, can you be any more perfect?”
I swallow back the emotion that is building in my throat. “I’m far from it.”
Noah tsks playfully, then tugs at my hair. “Open your eyes and see what a starved man looks like.”
I hesitate, peeking slowly, when I notice Noah’s pupils are blown out, hovering over me, his stare sensual, a predator ready to strike at its prey, starving. “You look hungry,” I tease.
Noah squeezes my hips, then bites my lower lip, pulling until a whimper escapes. “I’ve been hungry ever since I laid eyes on you.” His fingers roam to the waistband of my underwear. “Lift your ass, Red. I’m ready to feast.”
I oblige, my chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, the cool air hitting my most sensitive area.
He discards my underwear over his shoulder, props my knees up, and spreads my legs further apart.
I inhale a sharp breath, finding his eyes half closed, in a daze.
My nipples peaked, hair wild, fanning over pillows.
Noah watches as I let my hands wander, finding confidence from his stare alone.
I begin to massage around my nipples, moaning.
I’ve never done this before, let a man see me touch myself. But with Noah, it comes so easily.
Noah’s chest starts to mimic my own, our heavy breathing matching in tempo as I pinch my nipples between my thumbs and pointer fingers.
“Fuck, Red.” He steps off the bed and removes his underwear, his erection hard, while he strokes himself. “I’m taking my time with you.”
I nod vigorously, continuing to massage myself, the cool air making me slick with need. Noah falls to his knees, wrapping both arms around my thighs. He leans in, sniffing some of the pubic hair I left behind on my shaving escapade. “I love this. Please keep this.”
My heart soars out of my chest from his compliment, finding myself completely in awe of his words.
I yelp as he blows cool air on my pussy, then slowly runs a finger through my lips. I arch off the bed, moaning, panting. “Noah.”
“I know, Red,” he coos, then drags his tongue through the center until he finds my clit and begins to lick and suck like it’s a goddamn lollipop.
Keeping my thighs firmly in place, Noah devours me, driving his tongue in and out of my entrance. I try to rock against him, but he holds me back, using only his tongue and lips to coax the most guttural sounds from my mouth.
My hands have fallen away from my chest as I clench the sheets, my pleasure rising, the coils beginning to wind tight.
When I’m sure I’m about to climax, Noah backs away, licking his lips, eyes black and feral.
“Not yet.” He flicks his finger at my clit, stinging, making me squirm.
He goes at it again, his hot mouth feasting like a king.
I’m climbing that mountain, my body shaking the closer I get, but he stops just before I reach the peak.
He starts up again, making me groan in frustration, and I stop his movements, coaxing him to me with my finger.
He smirks, crawling on top of me. “Yes, Red?”
The sound of his nickname for me on those swollen lips makes my toes curl, desperate to hear it whispered in my ear. Funny how something that pissed me off so much became my new favorite thing.
When he reaches me at eye level, I curl my arms around his neck, my pale skin against his bronze a colorful combination, our flushed bodies pressing us together, my nipples rubbing along his chest.
My fingers trail up the back of his head, toying with his soft curls, pulling gently. I smile with bliss, the way it feels in between my fingers, pulling a little harder when his kisses turn to sucking, marking my skin.
I was never one for hickies, but since Noah has given me one, that’s all I want stained on my body. I kiss his shoulders, chest, neck, right back up to his lips, a satisfied sigh escaping his mouth when our lips move, tongues flicking each other.
Noah’s hands cup my ass, squeezing, then he slaps lightly, my mind going insane from the tiny sting.
We break apart. “I have a condom, Red. I can use it if you’re more comfortable with it?”
Where did the nasty, condescending Noah I met before go? All I have in front of me is this sweet version of him, who has a wicked tongue. “Yes.”
He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls open the drawer, taking the first wrapped condom he sees, looks down at the label, and smiles. “It’s fire and ice.”
“Never tried that before,” I laugh.
Ripping the wrapper with his teeth and spitting the remains out of his mouth, he leans back and rolls it over his erection, then spreads my legs wider. Noah teases my entrance as whimpers escape from my mouth. He smirks, clearly pleased with himself that he’s prolonging what I desperately want.
“Noah,” I scold, digging my nails in his arms.
He pushes in another inch, my body reacting to his size. I’m having a hard time controlling myself, almost tempted to take over and sit directly on him just to get what I want. Instead, I bite his shoulder, making it known that what he’s doing to me is absolute torture.
Another inch, and the coolness of the condom makes it that much more pleasurable. “Do you want more? What if I just fuck you like this? Barely getting all of me, teasing until you break?”
I grip his hair, moving his head until our eyes are at the same level. “Fuck me like you mean it, Noah Hart.”
At the same time, he drives himself forward, filling me up. My back arches on the bed as he works inside me, breathing heavy with each thrust. Our breathing syncs, picking up pace.
He slows to a torturous rhythm, then takes his teeth and bites my bottom lip, my eyes rolling back in my head. He releases my mouth, absolutely pleased with himself, and my hips start to match the tempo, trying to feel more.
“Red, you feel so goddamn good, ” he mumbles in my hair, “tight and sweet.”
“Oh!” He starts to hit the spot, pushing me high in the sky.
Noah moves my right leg up, gaining a better grip, and pushes even further in, his size filling me up. I grip the back of his head, then my nails drag down his back, knowing this time I might draw blood.
He then flips me over on my hands and knees and fucks me from behind. Faster, he thrusts and slaps my ass, a stronger sting shocking my senses, the sounds coming from my mouth are incoherent, my face pushing into the pillow.
I know for a fact a hand print is left, and that makes me more wet at the mere thought of another mark left by Noah on my skin. Claiming territory.
I’m beyond coming back, my climax just around the corner, my walls beginning to tighten.
“I feel you, Red, so close for me?” Noah doesn’t waste any time; he drives into me with such force that the bed starts to move with us.
I’ve never had a sexual experience like this before. He’s an animal in the sheets, and I want nothing else but this from here on out.
“Noah,” I moan, my climax almost tipping over the edge.
“Come, Red, come for me.”
His command is my undoing, my moans growing louder; I’m sure the nearby village can hear them.
Noah finds his release seconds after, groaning, rocking back and forth in a sloppy manner. “Fuck.”
We break apart, collapsing side by side in bed. My chest rises and falls, sweat coating my skin, body limp.
Shit, he knows how to fuck.
And I might have just developed an addiction to it.