Chapter 29 David #2
I lower myself over her and kiss her before I can say the wrong thing. Before I can let sympathy contaminate this and turn something she offered me in trust into another moment where she has to carry someone else’s sadness about her own body.
She opens for me immediately, one hand sliding into my hair, the other still guiding me. I brace my weight on one forearm, line myself up, and then I push in.
The first inch is enough to make both of us lose our breath.
“Fuck,” I say into her mouth. “Nora.”
“I know.” Her forehead presses to mine. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “I know. Keep going.”
I slide deeper, slow enough to feel every tremor that goes through her, every hot, slick pulse of welcome, every fragment of my own self-control shredding under the weight of what I’m doing and how good it feels. By the time I’m fully inside her, my arms are shaking.
Christ.
Her eyes open and lock on mine.
There’s nothing tentative in her face. Flushed, wrecked, wide-eyed, wanting.
“Move,” she whispers.
I nearly laugh at the sheer lack of mercy in her tone, but the sound comes out strangled because then I do move, and the drag of it is enough to make my vision go white for half a beat.
“Fuck,” I bite out.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Under any other circumstances I’d appreciate the joke properly.
Right now I can barely manage breath. I brace one hand beside her head and the other under her thigh, angling her hips to deepen the glorious, agonizing slide as I pull back and push in again.
Nora’s nails dig into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer, closer, until there’s no space left between us.
“David,” she breathes. “Please.”
I groan and oblige, setting a rhythm that has her arching and gasping beneath me. Every time I bury myself in her heat, a fresh wave of sensation crashes over me, stealing my breath. She feels incredible—hot, wet, and so damn tight.
My mouth finds hers again, swallowing her cries as I drive into her harder, chasing the desperate need building inside me. I want to devour her, to make her shatter around me until neither of us can think of anything but this.
“You feel so good,” I groan against her lips. “So perfect.”
Nora whimpers and clings to me, her body undulating to meet every thrust. I slide a hand between us to stroke her clit, drawing a strangled moan from her throat.
“David, I’m—” She breaks off on a gasp, her eyes squeezing shut as she teeters on the edge.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Let go.”
I don’t stop until she’s trembling beneath me, her body clenching around me in wave after wave of ecstasy. The sight of her unraveling is almost more than I can take, and with a few more deep, hard thrusts, I’m following her over the edge, my release crashing through me in a blinding rush.
I collapse against her, burying my face in the crook of her neck as we both struggle to catch our breath.
Nora’s fingers drag patterns across my back, her body still quivering from aftershocks.
I press a soft kiss to her damp skin, savoring the warmth of her, the scent of her hair, the feeling of her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
After a long moment, I reluctantly roll off her, gathering her into my arms and pulling her close. She snuggles against my chest, one leg draped over mine, and I can’t resist dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
“That was . . .” I trail off, searching for the right words.
Nora lifts her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Insufferable?” she offers, the corners of her mouth quirking up.
I chuckle. “I was going to say mind-blowing, but insufferable works too.”
She laughs softly and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re lucky you’re so good at that, because your charm needs work.”
I pull her closer, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against mine. My heart is still pounding, even though I’m boneless and blissfully satisfied.
It’s been so long since I’ve had this. Part of me wants to stay in this perfect moment forever, shielded from the reality waiting for us outside these four walls. But I know that’s not possible. Michaela’s out there, enduring a visit with Kelsie, and I need to be there for her when it’s over.
“I should probably get going soon,” I murmur, hating the words even as I say them. “Michaela will be waiting.”
Nora sighs and presses a kiss to my chest. “I know. I wish we had more time.”
“Me too.” I tilt her chin up so I can look into her eyes. “Thank you for being here. For letting me come over. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Her expression softens. “You don’t have to thank me. I wanted to be here for you—for both of you.” She pauses, then adds, “How are you holding up? Now that my artful distraction is over.”
Instead of answering, I kiss her.
Her mouth opens under mine on a soft, surprised breath, and I shift, bracing over her, rolling us until I’m above her again, and the sheet tangles around our legs.
“I think,” I say against her lips, already reaching for her, “we have time for one more extremely constructive coping mechanism.”
She laughs once—low, wrecked, and entirely too encouraging—and drags me back down to her.