Chapter 2EMMA
Chapter Two
Noah and Emma
EMMA
My body becomes alive under his touch. A moan escapes when he tastes the sensitive spot behind my ear. Ever since I got all my memories back from the car accident, my feelings for him have only intensified.
When I look at him, lifetimes of memories flood my body. I remember every touch we’ve ever shared…every place his lips have grazed my skin. It’s a deep connection that our souls instantly remember as our bodies try to keep up with everything we feel in the present moment.
Desperate to feel skin, my hands skim up his back, loving the feeling of his hard muscles beneath my palms. He breaks away and sits back on his knees before removing his shirt in one swift motion.
I will never tire of looking at him. He’s…
he’s beautiful. There is no other word to describe him as I take in the sight before me.
I reach up and brush his dark hair that has fallen over his left eye.
He briefly closes his eyes at my touch before he opens them and pierces me with those ocean blues.
I run my hand over his light scruff before gliding down his arm, filled with our memories permanently etched on his skin.
It’s all our stories through time, woven together in a beautiful blend of art.
He watches me through hooded eyes as I save his newest one for last. A beautiful lily covers his heart now.
It’s always been my favorite flower, and he tattooed the first one on his arm years before I came back into his life so he could feel close to me.
If you look closely at this lily, though, you will see a shooting star woven in with the date we first met.
He told me the day he knocked on my door and realized our souls had found each other again was the day this lifetime truly began for him.
His eyes darken as I hold his gaze and move my hand down lower over his hard abs.
He grabs my hands and pins them above my head as he cages me in on all fours.
Crushing his lips to mine, our tongues tangle together as he kisses me with such need that it has me writhing beneath him.
By the time he breaks away, we both are breathing hard and in desperate need of each other.
He quickly removes my sweatshirt and bra before feasting on me. My breasts are fuller now with the pregnancy and more sensitive, if that is even possible. This man has the ability to make me cum just by his mouth alone when he devours my breasts like this.
My hands dive into his hair, and my back arches on a moan when he pulls hard on my nipple. “Noah…” His name escapes my lips with a desperation to my voice.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he breathes against my skin. “I’ve always got you.” His hand goes into the waistband of my leggings, and when I feel him push two fingers inside, I greedily lift my hips to bring them in deeper. “God, you’re soaking for me, Em. I fucking love that I can make you this wet.”
His tongue swirls my nipple, and when he softly bites it, desire shoots straight to my core. I pull on his hair as my fingers clutch his head tightly against my breasts. He groans against my skin as his fingers go deeper and faster.
“Cum for me, Em. I want my fingers coated with you.”
My body immediately obeys him as my orgasm tears through my body. His fingers work me into a state of oblivion as I cry out his name. My breaths come out fast as my soul tries to find a way back to my body.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, watching me.
He slowly removes his hand, and I watch him sit back and suck off my arousal.
My body is still humming from his touch as he holds my gaze and swipes his finger across my bottom lip before sucking it clean.
We both moan when he deepens the kiss to share my taste between us.
Pulling me up with him, he stands and slowly lowers my leggings and thong to the floor. His hands skim my thighs on the way back up, and I feel his tongue run through my center, sending tiny sparks throughout my entire body.
“Mmmmm,” he breathes against my skin before standing back up to full height. I immediately reach for his pants and free him. He’s swollen and glistening at his tip as I circle my hand around him.
His head goes back, and his neck muscles strain as I stroke him long and hard. Bending down, I swipe my tongue through his arousal, and the delicious saltiness hits my tastebuds.
“Fuck,” he grounds out through clenched teeth. He hauls me up and invades his tongue in my mouth, mixing our tastes together. “I need to be inside my wife now,” he growls against my lips. “Turn around and grab the post for me.”
I turn and clasp the bedpost with both hands.
Heat hits me from behind as he presses himself against me.
He’s hard against my bottom, and I can’t resist the urge to lean over further, pressing harder into him.
His hands roam over my ass before giving it a hard squeeze.
I feel him at my entrance seconds before he plunges deep inside.
“Oh God,” I moan loudly as he fills and stretches me completely. He always feels so good when he’s deep inside.
“Jesus. I will never get used to how good you feel wrapped around me.” His hand gently roams over my round belly before tightly applying pressure in the front where we are joined.
The friction against my swollen bud has me bending further over as he goes deeper from behind.
I feel his other hand skim my back before locking over my hands on the bedpost.
“I’m going to go harder, Em. Let me know if it’s too rough with the baby.”
“I’m good, Noah. Please…I want it, too.” I push back against him more, causing him to groan. His hand tightens on the bedpost, and I feel his firm grasp in the front as he rubs his palm roughly over my sensitive bud. He plunges in deep and hard, making every nerve in my body come alive.
I savor the feel of our bodies coming into contact as he takes me from behind at a pace that has our bodies spiraling with sensations. Everything hits me at once as I feel a familiar pull start to form. Noah must sense it because he increases his pace and pinches my clit hard.
“Cum for me, baby,” he grounds out against my neck before sucking hard and pulling me over the edge.
I cry out as waves of pleasure shoot through my core. Gripping him tightly, I pulse around him as my body lets go for him.
“Fuck,” he rasps, seconds before he pours inside me.
He holds me up as my body goes limp against him.
I’m trembling in his arms as he holds me tightly.
Our breaths come out short and fast as our bodies slowly come back to the present.
“What were you saying about five stars earlier?” My neck muffles his voice, but I can tell he’s grinning as he breaks the silence.
“How high can the rating go?” I grin against the bedpost.
“It’s infinite, just like us.”
“Then I give this place an infinite star rating. Anywhere you are is infinite.”
“Mmmmm. I like that answer better.” His hand comes up and rests on my belly. “I love you completely,” he murmurs into my hair.
“I love you completely, too. Always.” Smiling, I place my hand over his and our baby girl.
“This is the one.” I point to the full spruce standing ten feet away.
“Are you sure? It looks just like the last fifteen we saw.”
“No, it’s completely different. It’s more full than the others. Do you see how the top is perfectly shaped? It will fit my parents’ star topper perfectly,” I excitedly clap my gloved hands. I had forgotten how fun it was to cut down our own Christmas tree.
After we made lunch, Noah surprised me by taking me to the tree farm I used to go to when I was little. I only mentioned it once in our many conversations, but I shouldn’t be surprised that he would remember.
He grins at my excitement. “If this is the one my wife wants, then this is the one we’ll get.
Now for the fun part.” He holds up the saw they hand out to their customers.
His blue eyes sparkle like a kid who gets to play with their favorite toy.
“I’ve always wanted to cut down my own Christmas tree. ”
“Well, today is your lucky day. She’s all yours,” I laugh.
Grinning, he lays down under the tree and begins the cut. A light dusting of snow still covers the ground from the few flakes that fell before we arrived. I’m really hoping we get more so we can have our first white Christmas together.
“Timber!” He yells as the tree falls to the ground. “I’ve always wanted to say that, too,” he grins at me as he gets up and brushes the snow off his clothes.
“You are too adorable,” I giggle, walking over and wrapping my arms around him.
“Adorable, hmmm. I was going more for sexy lumberjack.” He pulls me close and leans down as our lips meet.
His hands grasp the side of my face as he slowly tortures me with his lips and tongue.
When he finally breaks away, I’ve completely forgotten where we are.
I blink, trying to clear the desire that is clouding my brain.
He smirks at my look and steps away before hauling the tree over his shoulder as if it weighs nothing.
There is nothing adorable about him now as I stare at him.
He’s got more scruff on his face than usual, and with the black beanie and the flannel peeking out of from under his black jacket, he’s every bit of a sexy lumberjack.
“I want to take back what I said earlier,” I whisper.
“Which is?” His eyebrow lifts, and his blues brim with amusement.
“The adorable part…I don’t see that now when I look at you. I think I may have a lumberjack fantasy that I didn’t know I had,” I say quietly as I try to swallow past the sexual energy that’s swirling between us now.
His lips quirk up at the corner. “I think that can be arranged. I’ve been eyeing that ax and woodpile next to the house. I might have to chop some wood later. It’s the flannel, isn’t it? I knew when I put it on, it would get you going.” He finally breaks out into a grin, and I swat his arm.