38. Maddy
38
MADDY
I had a tough time keeping my hands off of Noah as he sped us back to his place. And I’ll admit, I didn’t always succeed. I basically felt him up over his trousers the whole way, which made him slam through the gears and drive even faster than normal. I was tempted to jump on top of him once he parked in the garage below his building, but his two-seater Maserati wasn’t a great option for everything I wanted to do to him.
He pinned me up against the wall of the elevator and kissed me like there wasn’t a security camera watching our every move. I had to hold myself back from dropping to my knees and unzipping him right there.
We stumbled down the hall to his place, letting our hands explore any bare skin we could reach without turning into exhibitionists. When he finally unlocked the door I expected him to drag me to the couch and have his way with me without any further delay, but instead he pulled away from me after we crossed the threshold and turned on the lights.
“Noah, what’s wrong?” I pouted.
“Look. I wanted you to see this.”
He gestured to the wall opposite us, which up until this point had featured a gigantic, impersonal work of modern art, like something you’d see in a hotel lobby. Now, it was transformed into something magical, a museum wall of us .
“They’re all… when did you…” I gasped as I took in the dozens of photos, all in different sizes and frames.
“Look closer,” he said, taking my hand and walking me to the wall.
In the center of it all was our first photo, the one that was taken by a grumpy, bossy Spanish couple in a beautiful garden. Noah had his arms around me and his head tilted toward mine, smiling a gigantic, genuine smile I’d never seen prior to that day. I was clinging to him, pressed close and beaming. The colors of the garden around us were vivid, all hot orange blossoms and vibrant greens. I hadn’t realized how telling the photo was when we took it because I hadn’t enlarged it, but seeing it blown up on the wall made it obvious I was a goner for the man even way back then. And now that I could really explore the nuances of the shot, I could tell Noah felt the same. Anyone looking at the photo would assume we were two happy vacationers in love, enjoying one another during a lazy holiday, not a boss and subordinate trying to unravel their complicated feelings for one another.
“It’s perfect,” I breathed in awe as I scanned the wall.
“Look at this one,” he said, pointing to a smaller photo in black and white.
“Oh my gosh, when did you take it?”
It was a shot of me in profile, seated at a sunny outdoor café and smiling at something in the distance. It was a simple image, but I had to admit I looked pretty amazing in it.
“Paris. You were watching the little girl dancing to the busker with the violin. You were so happy and beautiful, and I wanted to capture it. It was selfish… but I never wanted to forget the way you looked at that moment, Maddy.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Keep going, there’s more.”
“ What ? That one is embarrassing!” I pointed at a photo of me from Cassie’s shower, taken during my turn at the game. I had my hands in the air in a claw shape and I was laughing with my head thrown back.
“You were a very ferocious teddy bear,” he chuckled. “But your team figured it out eventually.”
“How did I not know you were taking all of these photos?”
“I’m good at what I do,” he gloated. “ Everything I do. Check this one out.”
He led me to another small, framed photo, also in black and white. It was a little blurry and off-center, but it looked like a slice of life, like something a photojournalist would take.
“I don’t remember this at all,” I said, studying the image.
“Look closer.”
We were in an elevator and my image was reflected in all of the mirrors on the walls of it. I had one finger beneath my eye like I was swiping away make-up, but instead of looking at my reflection, it was obvious I was studying Noah in the mirror. His body was cut off at the edge of the photo, but I could see his face also reflected in the mirrors and his gaze locked on me.
“It’s the night we met,” I realized as I noticed he was wearing a dark suit that was dressier than his usual ones.
“Mm-hmm,” he said. “I didn’t mean to take it, but I was so angry about everything I must’ve manhandled my phone and snapped it by accident. And I love the way you’re sneaking a look at me.”
“Um, excuse me,” I laughed and pointed at him in the shot. “You’re practically drooling over me. Look at those hungry eyes.”
“You’re right,” he said, stepping into my space so he was blocking the photos. “I was, even though you were sassy and demanding.”
“Hold on,” I said, trying to peer over his shoulder. “I want to see the rest.”
Noah had gone through a huge effort to bring the wall to life, and I felt like I needed to respect his work. All I could really think about was tearing his clothes off, but still, I needed to try to appreciate the gift he’d given me before I got him naked.
“Be my guest,” he said as he ran a gentle finger down the bare skin of my neck.
I shivered but took a step to my left, determined to look at all of the photos.
Noah moved behind me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off of him but not close enough to touch me. He leaned over and pressed a single kiss at the base of my neck, tickling the hairs that had dropped from my ponytail.
“You’re making this very hard for me,” I complained. I kept staring at the photos but was no longer really seeing them.
“That makes two of us,” he murmured in my ear, then kissed my earlobe.
He pressed his body up against me, and I knew neither one of us could wait another minute. I spun around and he had me off my feet in seconds, kissing me with a hunger I’d never experienced.
I locked my legs around his waist as we kissed. I waited for him to drop me onto the couch, but instead he kept walking, down the long hallway to his room.
“I can’t believe you managed to wait,” I laughed as he lowered me onto the bed.
“Because I want to savor you, all night. I want to make you come half a dozen times, then we’ll fall asleep, then we’ll wake up and do it all over again.”
He was standing next to the bed looking down at me with soft eyes, taking me in like he still couldn’t believe I was there.
“You want to make me come, but what about you?” I asked, sitting up so I could reach over to unbuckle his belt. “Can I do the same for you?”
He laughed softly. “I’m not sure about the half-dozen orgasms part, but I’ll do my best.”
Noah looked down at me as I unzipped his pants and pulled his hardness from his briefs. I slid off the bed and kneeled in front of him.
“Maddy, no, I want to have you…”
“Please?” I asked. “Just for a little bit. I need to make you feel so good you forget about everything else.”
He shook his head at me. “You already do.”
“Excellent,” I said softly, then took the length of him into my mouth.
He let out a shuddering sigh and pushed ever so slightly against me, like he was trying to hold back but couldn’t resist the feeling of my mouth on every inch of his cock. I curled my tongue along the length of him and drew him out of my mouth slowly.
“ Maddy ,” he said in a strangled whisper.
I reached up to clasp the base of his cock as I worked him with my mouth, in and out, slow then fast. He bucked against me, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.
“Sorry,” he whispered as he gently ran his hand over my hair.
I didn’t respond, instead taking him in even deeper, my hands on his ass to pull him closer to me.
I could feel the tension mounting in him, but he pulled away abruptly.
“I want to but not yet,” he panted as he took a few seconds to collect himself. “I need to taste you first.”
He pulled me up so I was standing then dropped to his knees in front of me. He ran his hand down the inside of my leg. Reaching for the button on my shorts, he flicked it open before yanking the zipper down and pushing both my shorts and underwear down around my ankles. Lifting my legs one at a time, he grabbed my flip-flops, tossing them to the side before helping me step out of my bottoms while I pulled my t-shirt off.
“Open your legs wider,” he commanded, giving my ankle a light slap.
I bit my lip and did as he told me. He barely even waited for me to get my footing, diving between my legs and trying to touch every inch of me with his tongue. I felt my knees go weak as he concentrated his efforts on the center of my pleasure, licking and sucking until I started quivering. He slid a finger inside me, and I finally surrendered, throwing my head back and letting out a scream that echoed off the walls.
I’d barely recovered before Noah was sweeping me up in his arms and gently placing me on his soft sheets.
“Do you feel good?” he murmured, looking down at me.
I nodded because I didn’t think I could speak.
“Do you want to feel even better?”
“Always,” I managed to whisper.
Noah reached into his nightstand for a condom, and after putting it on, he moved onto the bed beside me.
“How do you want me?” I asked.
“What are my options? Show me,” he demanded.
I was on my back, so I opened my legs. “Like this.”
“Missionary. A classic. I like it,” he nodded and reached over to gently stroke my heat.
I wanted to let him explore me, but I’d already had an orgasm. It was his turn. I flipped over onto my stomach and looked back at Noah over my shoulder.
“Or like this.” I said, arching my back to lift my ass in the air.
“ Very nice,” he said appreciatively. He gave my ass a hard smack, making me squeal in shock. “What else?”
I got up on my knees and crawled over to him like a tiger, then straddled him so we were eye to eye.
“Or like this.”
I ground against him and he groaned.
“Decision made.”
Noah placed his strong hands on my hips and raised me up so I was poised above his cock. He leaned over to kiss me as I lowered myself onto him.
“I’ve missed this,” I sighed as our bodies connected.
Noah gripped the back of my neck as I started undulating against him.
“I’ve missed you ,” he gasped. “I love you, Maddy. So fucking much.”
“I love you too,” I managed to get out before he pulled me down and claimed my mouth.