Chapter 19
Finding Pleasure
Jules
Pinch me. I mean, not really. No kink shaming here, but I was not a fan of pain during sex or otherwise.
But surely I was dreaming. As much as I wanted to climb this man like a tree, I still was struggling to believe he wanted this with me.
It wasn’t that I had a low opinion of myself, though goddess knows it could be improved upon, it was just that Noah was giving all the vibes of a romance hero.
He seemed too good to be true, like my fictional world was dreaming up the guy for me.
That being said, who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Noah had kicked off his joggers and was lying in front of me without a stitch of clothing.
Me? I wished for the confidence to run my tongue over his torso like I was lapping up an ice cream cone.
However, that was not in my wheelhouse, though I absolutely wrote heroines who would.
Instead, I dove at the man and kissed him like he was a soldier getting ready to head out to the field and I wouldn’t see him for weeks on end.
Still required some confidence, but I had enough for this.
Noah’s arms wrapped around me and pulled my body flush with his.
Mm-hmm, I could feel how aroused he was, which only served to make me even more so.
I slid a leg between his and ground down.
The infuriating man put a hand on each of my hips to hold them still.
I’m sorry, what? I opened my eyes, prepared to lodge a formal protest when I saw him watching me with amusement.
“Not so fast, kitten. I promise we will get there, but we need to have some fun first,” he said with a heated look that promised I wasn’t alone in the want that was racing through my veins.
“I thought that was what I was doing? Having fun…” I gave him a pleading glance. He leaned forward to press a kiss to my nose and then began sliding down my body.
Hooray, my happy place cheered. Yes, I did say happy place.
Double yes, I also wrote sex scenes on the regular.
And I have no issue with correct terminology for anatomy, but since I’d hit the age where I became sexually active, I didn’t think of my vulva or vagina if I was thinking in terms of sex.
Not even my clit or clitoris. I had no idea why, but in my head, I called it my happy place because if the guy, or my vibrator, knew what they were doing, the end result for me was pure happiness.
Back to the matter at hand. Noah’s tongue was doing goddess’s work at the moment and tracing its own path down my body, over my mound, and…
yes… right to my happy place. I sighed in absolute pleasure.
The man’s tongue pulsed over the perfect spot, the right amount of teasing and suction to get me just to the edge.
However, right as I was almost at the point of tipping over that cliff into a world of pleasure, he moved back up.
I shot my head up and looked down at the gorgeous man working his way back up my body. “What is happening?” I asked in a throaty voice.
Noah was kissing the softest places of my stomach, the ones I used to be more self-conscious about until I did the work to decide that my body was beautiful as is and screw the parts of society that tried to invade our minds to tell us otherwise.
So yeah, Noah was spending some time there when I needed him farther south.
Instead of answering me, he moved to my breast and pulled my nipple in his mouth.
A pulse shot down to my happy place. After a few moments, he laved the same attention on the other side.
Amazing, yes. Was my happy place begging for more?
Also yes. I arched into his mouth, feeling both filled with arousal and also left wanting.
Finally he started moving again, but still not in the direction I needed as his face appeared above mine. “Hey, kitten,” he whispered before his head descended so that his mouth could meet mine.
While I wanted to lodge a formal protest that an orgasm might feel really good about now, I fell into the kiss before I could think too hard.
To be honest, kissing during sex was typically the first act on my mind.
The path taken to get to more. But this was, well, something else.
Like I could envision leisurely days of lying on a couch with Noah, legs tangled together, just kissing.
I loved how he varied from heated kisses to leisurely pecks that made me want to chase him for more.
And yes, I wanted to get back to his mouth on my happy place, but I also loved this.
It felt more intimate. How was that possible?
I pulled my head back to catch my breath after a particularly intense moment and met Noah’s smile with my own. “Noah?”
“Yeah?” He pressed a kiss to my neck.
“I, um…” I squirmed for a moment, trying to just say what I wanted.
He tugged on my earlobe before whispering, “Say it.”
Damn him, how does he know I’m holding back?
His tongue was making patterns on my neck that were causing goose bumps to spring up across my arms. Maybe I didn’t have to say anything, but could just nudge his head where I needed it to go?
“Come on, kitten.” He moved across my neck and up the other side. “Give yourself the same permission you give your heroines. What do you need?”
I closed my eyes, the pulse in my happy place telling me what it needed for certain. Finally I thought screw it and took a deep breath before opening my eyes to meet Noah’s. “I need to orgasm.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “That’s it, babe. And how do you want that first one to happen?”
My gaze stayed locked on his unwavering one while I contemplated his first one comment. “I need your mouth on my happy place.”
His mouth hitched at the side. “Happy place?”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “Well, it was on the way to being that, but someone moved back up.”
He barked out a laugh and then brought his fingers up in a salute. “Aye, captain. Happy to follow your orders anytime.” And he started to slide back down before I grabbed his arms to halt his descent.
“But I really did like kissing you,” I said, not wanting him to think I was only here for sex.
He gave me a look filled with warmth. “I like kissing you too, Jules. But we’ve had some practice at that over the past week, yeah?”
I nodded.
“So maybe it’s time to add some more ways to connect to our repertoire?” he asked, and what could I do but nod again?
With that he slid down and got back to business.
I didn’t know if it was because I had almost climaxed already that my body went from a low level of arousal to the edge of the cliff so quickly, but before I even knew what was happening, my entire body was tightening up and ricocheting over the orgasm mountain.
Without even realizing it, I’d pressed my core tightly to his mouth, chasing that elusive feeling as pulses shot through my body.
Noah stayed still, just giving me enough pressure to keep the sensation going until the sensitivity got too much and I tugged on his hair to pull him up.
His mouth moved to my inner thigh, kissing me there, then my hip bone, stomach, ribs, breasts, before meeting my mouth. “You good, kitten?”
“I need you,” I said, feeling at once relaxed and empty, ready for more.
His eyes twinkled. “Look at you asking for what you need.” He leaned over, getting a condom from the bedside table where apparently he’d placed one earlier. He got it on quickly and kissed my jaw. “Position preference?”
I started to say any, but had a feeling he’d call me on it, so I quickly gave a light push. He took the hint and rolled to his back, and I slid over his waist to straddle him, then sliding up to make room for his cock.
“Ready?” I asked, looking down at this sexy-as-hell man and thanking the goddess above that we were here.
He winked at me, sliding his hands to my hips. “Ready,” he said as I centered myself over him and slid down, letting him fill me up.
I wasn’t living in one of my books, but if I had to describe this feeling in one of them, I would have written something sappy like I felt like I was coming home. I know that made zero sense, but how do you describe the incredible feeling of rightness I was experiencing?
I’d had sex for the first time in college at nineteen.
In the past eleven years, I’d had several partners.
It had been varying degrees of good, but this was so far beyond that it brought tears to my eyes.
Maybe it was Noah. Maybe it was the fact that we’d only known each other for a short time but had grown incredibly close because of some difficult shared experiences.
Maybe it was because he’d made me speak up for what I needed, but this was a different level of connection than I’d ever had.
I continued to move up and down with Noah’s hips, but his hands on mine led me to do more of a low thrust with a grinding action that… Ohh. Tingles started building in my body, emanating from my core and radiating outward as I felt a warm sensation building until it filled me up.
My eyes shot open to see Noah looking up at me, my hands braced on his chest as I rode out that roller coaster of feelings.
He gave me a smug smile as I dropped down on his chest. His hands moved to my shoulders, and he continued to thrust a few more times, then froze and let out a quiet moan right by my ear before we both lay still but breathing hard.
After a few moments, Noah kissed the top of my head and rolled us to the side.
He slid out and dealt with the condom before climbing back into the bed and lying on his back, helping to position me until I was on my slide, head to his chest, still peering up at him, and he pulled the duvet over both of us.
He leaned his head back, eyes closed, and took a deep breath.
“What on earth was that?” I whispered. I mean, it was like an orgasm but different at the same time.