Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
NOAH (PRESENT)
She stood there frozen for a moment, so I spoke up again.
“I said now, Amalia,” I rasped, my own voice almost unrecognizable.
The taste of her still buzzed across my tongue and all I could think about was drowning in her scent, but this time right from the source. Ten years of being deprived of it sent my mind into a tailspin.
Finally, she did as told and I was right on her heels.
“Take off your clothes,” I demanded as I stepped into the bedroom.
My heart drummed against my chest as I watched her do exactly that, discarding the pieces on the floor next to her until she was completely bare for me.
I stepped closer as my eyes roamed all over her body, memorizing all the changes the years had brought, a primal need rushing through my veins.
I was so desperate for her and was driving myself crazy the longer I waited to be inside her, but I wanted to take my time. I hadn’t been with her in almost a decade and needed to brand every moment to memory.
I leaned down, cupping the back of her head, and kissed her slowly and deliberately. The faint remnant of her arousal still tangled in her taste and I reveled in it.
She skated her hands up my bare chest and pushed on her tiptoes to tangle her fingers at the back of my head—where she loved to grip my hair—and pulled me closer, deepening our kiss.
My own hands glided down her body, my fingertips soaking to memory the feel of her skin and the curves of her body. She was feverish, yet goose bumps prickled across her skin.
Eventually, my hands moved over her hips to her ass, and I slid my hands under and gripped the flesh there, bringing her flush to my front.
“I need you,” she said against my mouth.
“I do too, baby, but I need to do something else first,” I replied, breaking the kiss and moving to lower her onto the bed behind her.
I fought the urge to dive right in and stepped back a bit, just to look at her. Time felt like it stopped as my gaze traveled over her.
Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful.
She watched me curiously as I came closer and kneeled in front of her. Grabbing her legs, I placed her foot flat on the bed and opened her wider for me.
She let out a surprised “Oh,” but my eyes were solely focused on moving two of my fingers down her cunt, then moving them on either side to spread her open.
My breath stuttered as I looked at her.
“Just like I remembered,” I breathed against her aroused center before swinging her legs over my shoulder and pulling her toward me.
Then I took a long, awaited, languid lick up her perfect pussy.
The need that had been coursing through my veins before flushed all over my body and shot straight up to my brain, altering a part of it to remember this forever. I was already painfully hard before, but her taste exploding onto my tongue just… fuck me .
Something inside me snapped and I held her tightly against my mouth, burying my face in between her legs and devouring her as if I’d been trying to quench the starving thirst I’d been holding onto for the last decade.
I was desperate for her taste. I was desperate for her .
I could suffocate myself between her thighs and it would never be enough.
“Oh God, Noah ,” she moaned, her hand sliding into my hair and her thighs tightening around my head.
I used my hands to force them open so I could get better access. I then blew across her swollen clit before sucking it into my mouth.
Her hips rolled onto my mouth as she rode it, chasing her pleasure.
I looked up at her, only to find her eyes already glued on me. I groaned and smiled against her before sucking on her clit harder. Her mouth fell open and her head fell back at that, her breaths coming in quicker now.
I knew she was close, so while one of my hands firmly gripped her thigh, the other snaked its way up to grip her throat, squeezing gently. She bucked her hips faster against my mouth and her grip on my hair tightened.
I moved my mouth down to her entrance and plunged my tongue inside, fucking her with it. Her pussy tightened around my tongue and her back arched off the bed, her arousal spilling inside my mouth.
Chants of my name followed by a string of moans and sighs fell off her lips as I continued wringing her second orgasm out of her.
Perfection , I thought to myself. Fucking perfection.
I was still licking her when she tugged on my strands, bringing my head up and onto her mouth, pulling me so fast on top of her body for a kiss.
I brought my hands on each side of her head so as not to crush her as she drove her tongue inside my mouth to meet mine, sucking her taste off with a satisfied moan.
“You taste like me,” she groaned into my mouth, writhing underneath my body. She pulled from the kiss. “Noah, I want you inside me,” she said against my mouth as her eager hands reached behind my back and fumbled to push my shorts and briefs down, her hands cupping my backside and bringing me closer between her legs.
I pulled my mouth away from hers and she whined in protest when I moved off the bed to stand at its edge.
“So impatient for my cock, aren’t you, Amalia?” I teased, my eyes never leaving her as I pulled the remaining piece of clothing I had on and stepped out of it.
I grabbed my length and pumped my cock a few times as I came back to stand at the edge of the bed, looking at her before me. “Is this what you want?”
My last question ended with a deep growl torn from my soul as my head rolled backward.
My hands landed on the back of her head, my fingers knotting into her dark waves, as I tried to ground myself from the sudden and shocking sensation of having Amalia’s wet mouth wrapped around me.
I watched her from under hooded eyes to find her looking back at me and it took everything in me not to fuck her mouth harder.
She moved to lick the underside of my length, swirling her tongue around the head at a torturous pace before wrapping her pretty mouth around it.
My fingers tangled into her hair further and I kept my eyes on her as my cock further disappeared into her mouth, her humming and moaning around it.
My entire body felt like it was about to combust.
She was going to kill me.
“Amalia, I—” I choked on my words as she coaxed more of me between her lips, her hands gripping my backside to bring me closer. “ Fuck ,” I groaned as she moved up and down.
“You look exquisite like this, pretty girl,” I murmured in a haze. Watching her work more of my length into her mouth, so hungry for me…
Obsessed didn’t even begin to cover it.
My hips slowly moved and my muscles shook as I fought the urge to ram them forward and shove my cock to the back of her throat.
My eyes drifted closed and pleasure trickled down my spine, pooling low at the base.
Fuck.
“No,” I rasped, tugging her head back, and leaned down to press a hard kiss to her lips. “I want to come inside your cunt,” I moaned into her mouth.
“I want that too,” she mumbled between kisses. “I want to feel you, all of you.”
The mattress dipped as I pushed her back and crawled over her, placing my knees between her legs. I sat on my heels and ran my hands up the sides of her thighs, over the curves of her body and feathering over her breast before cupping the back of her head and bringing her lips to me.
I kissed her, hard and hot. Then I set her head back down on one of the pillows behind her and wrapped a hand around my throbbing cock, the briefest touch almost making me come.
I needed a medal at this point for not coming all over her skin yet.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I whispered as I brought it a whisper away from her pussy. “I want to drive so deep inside you that my cum stays inside forever when I paint your cunt.”
“Stop talking so much and show me,” she said, her eyes dark and dazed with lust.
With that, I ran the tip of my cock along her pussy and we both moaned at the sensation.
God, it’s been so long.
I crawled over her body and held myself up with one elbow, my free hand resting next to her head. Tired of prolonging this for any longer, I lined myself with her entrance and rested my forehead against hers, snaking the hand next to her head under her neck, my fingers lightly grabbing the back of it.
Her hands traveled to the back of my head and when she nodded for me to go ahead, I slid the head of my cock inside her.
My eyes fluttered shut, my bones liquefying at the feel of her tight cunt squeezing me so perfectly. “Amalia,” I whispered as I slowly worked myself into her. “You were fucking made for me.”
I worked myself inside her slowly, pulling out and then sliding back a little farther each time, but I must have been going too slow for her because she wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels moving to rest on top of my backside before she pushed down until I was all the way in.
My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head with how good she felt. I collapsed against her neck as her nails dug into my skin, her shuddering moan drowned out by my own muttered curse.
“Fuck,” I mumbled against her skin before pressing a kiss there.
My heart was thundering so hard inside my chest, I thought it might break through my ribcage. It was taking everything in me to stay still instead of thrusting into her because I knew that I needed a moment to gather myself before I came from the ecstasy of her walls gripping me so tight.
I moved to rest my forehead to meet her dazed expression. “You feel even better than I fucking remembered,” I whispered in the small space between us.
“And you feel just as good,” she panted. “But I need you to move. Please .”
I huffed out a small laugh and pressed a small kiss to her lips. Only she could make me laugh while I was buried so deep inside her that I couldn’t even tell you where she began and I ended.
Finally, I started to move and everything around us seemed to come to a stop.
I thrust inside her, slowly at first, then picked up the pace. I moved a hand on her hip and pulled all the way back before tilting my hips and immediately driving back into her with a hard thrust, making sure to grind against her clit.
“ Noah ,” she moaned, clutching at me anywhere she could get her hands on. Her nails dug so hard at my skin with every thrust that I wouldn’t be surprised if I had permanent marks from now on. Not that I minded.
“I love the way you say my name,” I groaned. I looked down at the perfect view of my cock disappearing inside her every time. “I love how I fit so well inside you.”
She let out a strangled noise and I gripped her jaw before lowering myself to kiss her. Her moans against my lips grew louder and I sensed both of our orgasms looming, so I drove my hips against her, faster and harder.
Her breathing was erratic—not that mine was any better—and I kept my punishing pace, both of us careening toward the edge.
“You’re doing so good, pretty girl.” I panted against her lips. “But I need you to come for me, Amalia, so I can fill you with my cum. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she cried out, her cunt tightening around me.
I kissed her sloppily and roughly and when I bit down on her lower lip, she came on an aching cry, her back arching and her walls constricting around me as her orgasm took over her.
Her moans turned into screams and the euphoria of her around me and the sound of my name being chanted over and over again from her exquisite lips ringing in my ears sent me over the edge barely a second later.
I kept riding her through both of our orgasms until I finally slowed my pace and collapsed on top of her, breathless. I knew I should move but couldn’t bring myself to just yet.
I wanted to bask in the feel of her skin against mine for just a little longer.
“That was,” she started, stopping to catch her breath.
I pressed my lips against her neck in a soft kiss and lifted my head to look down at her, finding her smiling and sated. I hadn’t seen that expression in a long time and my heart felt like it could burst at the sight. “It always is with you,” I whispered.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of her and stood on my knees, watching myself leak out of her. On instinct, I reached with two fingers and slowly worked it back inside, wanting my cum to stay imprinted inside her walls.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Amalia half-asked, half-moaned, looking down at where my fingers were.
With a small smile on my face, I pushed more of us back inside her. “Just putting my cum back where it belongs,” I noted before leaning down and pressing a slow kiss to her lips.
It only took a few minutes of me fucking my cum back into her before she squeezed around my fingers and came again so effortlessly, my mouth catching her sighs of pleasure.
I eventually withdrew my fingers and reached up to push them past Amalia’s swollen lips and into her mouth, surprising her.
She lapped up our taste with a feral look in her green eyes and I groaned at the feeling. She eventually let them go with a pop and looped her finger through my necklace, pulling me down for a kiss.
I loved fucking her, but her kisses were my favorites.
I could never tire of them.
I plunged my tongue past the seam of her lips to taste us inside her mouth and a moan roared inside my chest.
I eventually pulled away and rolled out of bed, walking to the old wooden wall wardrobe to the right of the room. I opened a few doors, trying to find a small towel to use to help clean her instead of going outside to grab one.
“What are you doing?” she yawned, propping herself up onto her elbows.
“Just looking for towels so I can clean us up since there’s only an outside shower and I’m not about to have you freeze outside.”
I didn’t know how long had passed since we’d come home, but by the moonlight filtering from the small tempered glass window above the bed, it was most likely the middle of the night.
She let out a small laugh and I peered at her over my shoulder. “What’s so funny?”
“So…” she drawled, a guilty smile on her face. “There’s actually another bathroom with a shower right there,” she confessed, pointing at something.
I turned around and realized what she was pointing at. A closed door that I hadn’t paid attention to before—quite preoccupied with more important things—was tucked in the far right corner of the bedroom.
My head cocked to the side as I looked back at her, her smile widening at the look on my face. “So you had me shower outside when there was a perfectly functioning one, with hot water, right here?” I said, stalking toward her.
She playfully shrugged. “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not really.” She yelped when I grabbed her foot and tugged her toward me.
“ Noah ,” she yelled as I bent down and threw her over my shoulder.
I slapped her ass. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” I told her as I carried her over to the bathroom.
Her laughter boomed around us and God, did I miss that sound too.