Chapter 52
HANNAH
Noah bends me over, softly caressing my ass cheeks, teasing just near my entrance, which is utterly soaked, dripping down my thigh.
I whimper, completely at his mercy, loving how he takes control, loving how he’s so open to my body. He worships it like a prized possession, kissing my flesh so goosebumps rise along my skin.
I’m so ready, yet he takes his time like always, admiring the view.
He bites one of my cheeks, and a sensual moan leaves my lips, begging for more. He licks where his teeth are embedded in my skin, then sucks, leaving his mark. He’s so close to my asshole I’m shaking, wondering if he’ll take it that far.
“God, Red, you’re just what I need.” He inches inside, the condom creating a safe barrier. I have half a mind to remove it just so I can truly feel him.
I fist the sheets, Noah entering at such a slow, torturous pace, it releases a crazed sound from my throat.
He moans approval, starting at a slower pace, reaching for my hair, weaving fingers through thick strands of it, using it for his own leverage.
His ruthless rhythm starts to pick up, and his balls smack against my backside, the sound causing incoherent words to leave my lips.
“Fuck, Red, I want you all the goddamn time. Like this, completely willing.” Noah grunts with each thrust, then uses both hands to reach for my chest, moving me so I’m half leaning over, working twice as hard to keep pace. My nipples peak between his fingers, squeezing them while he plows into me.
He moves so his lips brush the shell of my ear, and his heavy intake of breath nearly sends me over the edge. We’re in sync, since the beginning, our bodies seem to understand the high they need to reach at the same time.
Our movements become erratic the closer we climb, our climax just over the horizon, but I want it to last longer. I’m not ready to lose his touch.
Truthfully, I don’t ever want to. And it's a realization I can never admit to him out loud because it’ll always be a transaction.
He pulls out just enough, giving me time to turn around and push him on his back. I climb him like a feral cat, then he grabs my face and kisses me until my head spins. Blindly reaching for his cock, I shimmy myself higher and sink perfectly down, moaning with him.
I splay my hands across his chest, and he grabs my hips, squeezing my love handles while biting his lip, moving with me. I arch my back, leaning my head back to face the ceiling, letting our bodies explore each other.
I ride faster, bouncing, my breasts doing the same, and Noah cups one, squeezing, moaning. My nails dig into his chest, red lines forming from my assault.
“Noah.” His name slips past my lips, breath escalating the higher I climb.
I’m seconds from coming undone when Noah moves, sitting up, and I feel more of him enter me.
“Ahh!” His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking on it so hard I lose all control, a shattering moan falling from my lips. My walls clench around him, and Noah follows seconds after, burying his face in my chest, groaning, and it’s the first time I hear my name, my real name.
“Hannah,” he whimpers, resting his head on my chest.
Sweat slicks our skin while we hold each other, coming down from our high. My nails somehow clawed his back during our orgasm, because I glanced down to see red marks claiming his skin. Marks I’ll give again and again to get lost in one another, blinded by pure pleasure.
Then it hits me, he always calls me Red. I can’t tell if he said it by accident or…
Noah looks up, long, dark lashes revealing tired eyes. He smiles blissfully, cupping my cheek, then kisses me softly and helps me move off him, the absence of him leaving a lingering ache in my chest. A feeling I swore I would never return to again.
We clean up, taking turns using the bathroom, then return to the bed naked. I join him under the sheets, expecting distance between us, when Noah tugs me against his chest, sighing in contentment. Like, I’m his favorite person in the world to share space with.
And I want to believe it.
I really do.