Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Tori
My heart won.
The door of Noah’s hotel room slams shut, and he pins me to the wall.
My purse drops to the floor, and I help him take his jacket off, never breaking our contact.
He dominates the kiss, devouring me like a man starved, like I am all he needs.
This kiss feels different than the others.
There’s a deeper connection than before, a quiet intensity that gives me butterflies in my stomach and has me breathless.
It feels new and familiar all at the same time, and if this is the last time I’ll ever get to be in his arms, I’m not going to waste a second.
I tear his shirt off, exposing his perfectly sculpted torso, and rake my nails down his skin just hard enough to leave an imprint.
“Making your mark on me, darlin’?” he teases. I give him a salacious smile and press my lips back to his, moaning into his mouth when I feel his hands on my thighs.
“How the fuck do you get this thing off?”
“The back,” I pant against his mouth as I try to work his belt.
He growls in frustration when he feels the threads of the corset at my back.
“Rip it,” I say on a breathless moan.
“What?” he rasps against my mouth.
“Rip it, please,” I beg, my tone desperate.
He takes a small step back, bunching the material of the dress where the split hits my thigh, and in one effortless tug, he tears my dress open to my waist. I gasp in pleasure, relief rushing through me at being able to move more freely, and the feel of his touch.
He groans in appreciation. “Bare again, baby?”
He wraps my leg around his waist, allowing the perfect angle for his erect cock, straining against the fabric of his pants, to rub against my swollen clit.
“Fuck, yes,” I whimper as I move my hips, grinding on his erection.
“I brought condoms this time,” he says.
I kiss him hard. “You don’t need one.”
“Tor, it’s okay.”
“Noah, there’s been no one since you. I trust you.”
Realization flickers through his eyes.
“No one?” I shake my head. “No one,” I repeat.
“There’s been no one since you, Tor.”
I process his words.
“There’s been no one?” I ask, not believing what I’m hearing.
“No, I’ve never been able to get over you, Tor, and I don’t think I ever will, but I know this is it now, so let’s make this our last goodbye.”
My heart shatters into tiny pieces. I wish things were different. I wish I had met Noah first, and before I let the guilt eat me up for thinking that way, I palm his cheek and lightly brush my mouth with his.
“Okay, then let’s make it the perfect last goodbye.”
He carries me over to the bed and places me down as gently as he did the first time, peppering kisses down my neck and along my collarbone, before his mouth seals to my hot skin, and he sucks so hard I know it will leave a mark.
“I need this dress off you.”
I look up at him. “I meant what I said. Tear the whole thing off.”
He doesn’t hesitate, tearing the final part of my dress, leaving me naked and exposed.
His eyes roam over my body, and I kick off my heels as he stands and slowly unbuttons his pants and pulls them off with his briefs.
His hard cock springs free, and I gasp, squeezing my thighs together as the memories of our one night together come flooding back.
How gentle he was, the reverence he showered me with, how deeply we connected, and now we are about to do it again, for the last time. This is our goodbye.
I rise to my knees, my hands roaming over his defined torso, the heat from his skin burning my fingertips, and the urge to taste him takes over.
I press a kiss just below his naval and he gasps.
My hands drift to his thick thighs, and my eyes focus on his strained cock leaking with pre cum.
He’s long and thick, and maybe I should be nervous, but my tongue swipes over the head making him groan in pleasure.
“Fuck... baby.” The sound of his pleasure spurs me on, and I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head, taking my time.
His fingers push into my hair, releasing the pin that’s held my hair up.
My dark waves tumble down over my bare shoulders, and as I look up at him through hooded eyes, the sight of him forces a whimper to escape my lips.
His chest heaving, his heated gaze, and the tightness in his jaw have me wondering if he’s fighting against his release.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, darlin’,” he says on a ragged breath.
His praise encourages me to take him further. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag, but I don’t stop. I bob my head, hollow my cheeks, and suck, wanting to give this man every bit of pleasure he deserves.
“Fuck… baby,” he hisses, His hand clamps the back of my head, helping to guide his cock between my lips. I feel the telling jerk, and he pulls back, but I grip his thighs and quicken my pace because I need to taste him and consume every part of him.
Thick ribbons of hot cum spill into my mouth, and I swallow every drop.
Humming in pleasure as he groans through his release, hissing something under his breath as I release him from my mouth and lock my eyes with his as I wipe my mouth with my fingertips and rise up to press my naked body against his.
His mouth crashes down on mine, and we fall to the mattress. The weight of his body covers mine as I wrap my legs around his waist.
He settles between my legs, and once again I get lost in his kiss. He licks a pathway down my neck, along my breasts, and sucks my nipple into his mouth. My fingers push into his hair, and I grip as I moan out in pleasure.
“I need you, inside me, right now,” I pant, not able to wait another second as my eyes flutter shut.
I’m breathless and teetering on the edge. “If this is it, Tor, then we are doing it right. I’m not rushing this. I want to make this good for you.” I open my eyes and focus my gaze on him.
“It already is.”
I exhale deeply, and he goes back to peppering kisses down my body, smoothing his calloused hands over my tingling skin.
Every touch, every kiss sears my skin, leaving his mark on me that I know will be impossible to remove or wash away.
His head dips between my thighs, his hot tongue swipes over the bundle of nerves that are crying out for more.
“Noah…please.” I plead, but I don’t really know what I’m asking for. Do I want more of what he’s doing, or I just need more of him in every sense?
My back arches off the mattress when he sucks my clit into his mouth and then licks me slowly, almost painfully, so much so that it’s verging on torture.
Because what we were doing felt like both a reward and a punishment, and I think if we were both honest, we were fools to believe we could just say goodbye with ease.
But sadly, some souls are just not meant to be, no matter how much you want it to work, so this is how it has to be.
Noah and I will forever be a tragic love story of what could never be.
I feel my pleasure building, but I need to feel more of him.
“Noah, please, I need you.” I rasp. He lifts his head and climbs up my body and settles back between my legs, and I close my eyes and swallow the nervous lump in my throat, because I know once this is over, we’ll be walking away from each other, and I’m just not ready.
“Tori, look at me. I need you to look at me when we do this because I need to remember those eyes and how you look right now, for the rest of my life.”
I do as he asks, never taking my eyes off his as he lines himself up at my entrance.
I give my head the slightest nod to let him know I’m ready.
He slowly pushes inside, the stretch, the sting, and the fullness, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, which describes us perfectly.
Everything about us comes with discomfort, pain, and confusion, but when we connect, my god, it’s the best feeling in the world.
He moves inside me, and we work together, finding a rhythm, like we were made to fit together.
I wrap my leg around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper, our bodies dusted with perspiration, and when he hits that perfect spot, my head falls back against the pillow and my neck arches, inviting him to suck on the sensitive flesh by my pulse point.
I rake my nails down his back as he moves in and out of me slowly.
Knowing this is the last time our heartbeats will ever be this close has my throat cinching with emotion that wants to escape, so I tighten my hold on him, not wanting an inch of space between us.
“You feel fucking perfect, baby.” He moans into my ear.
“Please, Noah, don’t stop.”
He threads our fingers together and places our entwined hands above my head, pressing a soft kiss to my waiting lips as he keeps up his movements, placing his other hand under my hips, angling me into a better position, my walls clenching around him as he pistons his own hips into me harder and deeper.
My toes curl, and my thighs clamp around him as I feel my orgasm begin to build, signaling the end is near, and feeling conflicted because it can’t be.
I’m still not ready, but truthfully, will I ever be?
We are a mixture of breathless pants and moans of pleasure as we hold on to each other in a desperate attempt to hold on to this moment for as long as possible.
“I’m so close,” I pant.
“Me too,” he says. I want to stay like this with him forever, but I couldn’t stop the inevitable even if I wanted to.
He flexes his fingers, squeezing our entangled hands, letting me know he’s here with me.
I lift my hips a little more, hitting my sweet spot once again, making my core tighten.
This isn’t just fucking; this is making love, and I realize that it has never felt like this before, not with anyone, not until now, with him.
With him, I feel safe to be vulnerable, to let all my scars and flaws show.
With Noah, it all just feels right. It’s a connection that can’t be forced or replicated, and I’m not sure I’ll ever connect with someone the way I do with him, and I can’t believe this is it for us.
Maybe one day, somewhere, in another life, we’ll find each other, and he’d be the one I’d choose, and we’ll get to be together again.
I have to cling to that narrative in order to be able to do what we are about to do.
“That’s it, baby, let go. Come with me,” he rasps into my ear, and his words are the final push I need to fall off the cliff with him.
My orgasm crashes through me at the same time as his.
Sparks erupt behind my eyelids as my body shudders beneath him as he spills inside of me, filling me and I know that even long after he’s gone, they’ll be the evidence of what we have just done, and the idea of that, mixed with the pleasure tingling at the base of my spine makes it all so intense that tears prick my eyes as my body slowly loosens and relaxes as the orgasm slowly dissipates.
I cup his jaw, and our uneven breathing is perfectly matched.
No words are needed; we both feel it. How do you say goodbye to someone who feels like they are the other half of you, but life has made it near impossible for you to make it work.
How do you walk away from the one person who gets you in a way that no one else does?
Regret creeps into my blood because I was a fool to believe I could say goodbye to this man and do it unscathed.
But he’s leaving, and I’ll have to find a way to live without him again.
After all, I’ve done it once, I can do it again, but this time I have a feeling it’s going to hurt a hell of a lot more.