12. Noah #2
I shift my focus to the other breast, giving it the same attention, savoring the taste and feel of her skin.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as I feast on her, tugging gently as if she can't bear for me to stop.
Her body moves beneath mine, restless and eager, and I know she's waiting for me to explore every part of her.
As I release her breast from my mouth, I kiss my way back down slowly, this time lingering over each spot like it's new and unexplored. Her stomach trembles with each touch of my lips, and I trace teasing circles there before moving up to her other breast.
I flick my tongue over it before taking it into my mouth and savoring the taste of her skin.
Her back arches, pressing herself into me as I run my other hand over her side.
I release her nipple with a gentle tug, then move lower again, kissing every inch of her bare skin, feeling her shiver beneath each kiss.
I bend, one arm sliding under her thighs, the other around her back, and lift her off the floor. She melts into me without a fight, her head resting against my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck, sending goosebumps racing across my skin.
I can feel the press of her bare body against me, all soft curves and silky heat, and it makes me ache in ways I’ve never known. I carry her through toward the living room slowly, trying to draw the moment out and make it last.
When I reach the couch, I lower her down carefully, like she’s made of glass, and step back enough to take her in. She lies there, stretched out against the worn cushions, bare skin kissed by the faintest glow of light spilling through the doorway.
Her hair’s a wild halo, lips parted, breath quick and shallow. She’s flushed, eyes dark and fixed on me, every inch of her inviting and electric. My pulse pounds in my ears, and I know with bone-deep certainty—no one else could ever come close.
She’s stretched out against the worn fabric of the couch like a damn dream, bare skin soft and glowing under the lazy spill of light; her hair has somehow slipped out of its messy bun, and it’s tumbling wild around her shoulders like she’d been kissed by a storm outside.
Her legs shift, one knee bent, the other stretched long, and the motion draws my eyes lower—to where her waist narrows, where her hips promise softness, where her thighs tempt. My mouth goes dry. My fingers twitch at my sides, aching for the feel of her again.
She looks up at me, eyes dark, pupils blown wide, mouth parted like she’s still catching her breath or maybe daring me to come closer. The little pink tip of her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip, and I swear the sound I let out is more growl than breath.
Her gaze stays locked on mine, steady and unflinching, as I lower myself to my knees in front of her, hands sliding along her bare calves, up over the smooth, toned slope of her thighs.
Her skin is flushed and velvet-smooth beneath my palms, her breath catching when my fingers ghost along the inside of her thigh-so close, but not yet where we both need me to be.
I lean in, pressing a kiss above her knee, then another higher, tracing a slow, reverent path along the soft landscape of her body. Her hands thread into my hair again, fingers tightening, pulling me closer.
The little sounds that slip past her lips are enough to undo me, soft, breathy whimpers that leave me strung so tight I feel like I’m hanging by a thread.
I ease myself up over her, caging her in beneath me, one hand braced by her head, the other trailing slow along the line of her collarbone, over the swell of her breast, my thumb brushing over the hardened peak until she arches into me, helpless and wanting.
Her legs part, welcoming me, her silky, bare skin sliding against the cotton of my sweatpants, and it’s all I can do not to lose control. I lower my forehead to hers, my breath tangled with hers, and let myself hover there, feeling the sharp, electric beat of the moment.
Her hands frame my face, soft palms against the sharp line of my jaw, thumbs brushing the stubble like she’s trying to memorize me. I look down at her; this woman has burrowed her way under my skin until I couldn’t shake her loose, even if I tried.
Her hands fist tighter in my hair, pulling me back to her mouth, and our lips crash together again-hungry, desperate and aching for more than just release. There's an edge to this kiss, raw and reckless, like everything we've been holding back is breaking loose all at once.
Her tongue invades my mouth, dancing with mine, and I groan, my hands tightening on her waist, pulling her closer until there is no space between us. I can feel her heat, her wetness, pressing against my stomach, and it’s all I can do not to take her right there.
She moans softly into my mouth, her body arching into mine, and I feel her nails dig into my scalp, a sharp contrast to the softness of her lips. Her response is primal and urgent; it fuels my own desire, pushing me to the edge of control.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, I trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Her pulse throbs beneath my lips, a steady beat that matches the rhythm of my own heart.
“Noah,” she whispers, her voice breathless, pleading.
I smile against her skin, enjoying the moment as much as I’m suffering between my legs. “Not yet,” I murmur, my lips brushing her earlobe. “I’m not done worshipping you.”
Her hands grip my shoulders, her body trembling, and I can feel her impatience, her need. But I want to draw this out, to savor every moment, every sensation. My lips continue their journey down her collarbone, pausing to lick the swell of her breasts.
I can feel her nipples hardening further against my chest, and I smirk, enjoying the effect I have on her. I’m happy I’m driving her crazy, too. My hands slide up, cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples, and she gasps, her head falling back, exposing more of her neck to my mouth.
“God, Noah,” she groans, her voice thick with desire. “Please.”
I chuckle softly, a dark, husky sound that vibrates against her skin. “Patience, Kate,” I tease, though my own body is screaming for release. “We’ve got all night.”
“Kate,” I whisper, her name barely more than a rasp.
Her answer is the soft press of her lips against mine, tender but full of need, fingers threading deeper into my hair, anchoring me there like she never wants me to let go.
I break the kiss again, trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, to the hollow of her throat. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my lips brushing her skin. “So, fucking perfect.”
Her eyes meet mine, glazed and pleading, and I see the trust in them, the vulnerability.
It's a rare gift, one I don’t take lightly. I dip my head, capturing her nipple gently, and she gasps, her hands pulling me closer.
I suckle gently, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure, and she moans, her body arching into mine.
“Noah,” she groans, her voice thick with need. “Don’t stop.”
I scoff against her skin, the vibration sending shivers through her. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her stomach. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
I slowly spread her legs as far as they can go, spread them so that her core is deliciously bare to me.
“You are so very, very wet right now.” She is, her juice lubricating almost every part of her. Her pussy isn’t just creamy-it’s fucking quivering, pink and soft, and vibrating right in front of my face.
I palm her ass in my hands and dig my fingers in, leaning forward so that my breath tickles her sensitive flesh. She whimpers and moans. “You smell so heavenly.” She smells like sex and a distinct, clean scent that I hunger for.
My tongue slowly darts out for a quick taste, a mix of salty, sweet, and creaminess. I lean closer and flatten my tongue fully this time, my erection now so hard that it’s pulsing and hurting. She cries out softly, but it’s so loud in my ears.
My finger digs deeper into her ass, holding her open so I can feast like a starving man. I want her to come on my face and my tongue, then come again with on my dick. I look up at her; her eyes are closed in ecstasy, her lips slightly parted, and she’s grinding without control against my face.
Little sounds and moans are escaping from her throat, and all I do is continue breathing and lapping her up. I stare at her once more, and now she’s grabbing her left breast and twisting the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the second hand holding my head against her core.
She's close.
I swirl my tongue on her quivering little nub and give it a quick suck; I can feel my jaw getting slick from her juices, and then she comes for me.
Her little throat cry was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I can’t focus on any other thing aside from the sound, the smell of her, the taste of her, and how she bucks hard against my face.
I look up at her, my eyes dark with desire. “I need you.” My voice is rough, and I can feel myself almost bursting.
She met my gaze, her eyes glittering with desire. “I want you,” she replies, her voice breaking. “All of you. Inside me. Now.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, my voice hoarse as I struggle out of my pant. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
I pull her up so she’s sitting upright while I kneel between her legs, our upper bodies pressing together, skin to skin. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hardening at the contact, and I groaned, my hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing, shifting her forward.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I command gruffly.
She doesn’t hesitate, her legs locking around my waist, her heels digging into my back. I can feel her heat, her wetness, pressing against my throbbing cock.
My tip is at her entrance, before I remember I don’t have a condom with me. Fuck me!
“What is it?” She asks, searching my face impatiently.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s fine, I’m on the pill,” She whispers back, thrusting forward. “Now, hurry.”
“Thank fuck!”, and finally, I slide inside her.
Kate moves with me, hips tilting forward, matching every stroke with the same wild, desperate rhythm. She’s so damn tight around me, slick and hot, her body clenching like it never wants to let me go.
Every roll of her hips pulls me deeper, and I feel her walls flutter, gripping me in a way that borders on unbearable. I can’t hold back…I don’t even want to. I want to lose myself in her. Over and over.
I want to watch her come apart beneath me again, to feel her fall apart around me until her voice is hoarse from saying my name. My hands slide lower, gripping her ass, guiding her, dragging her closer, harder, until the pressure coils tight and sharp at the base of my spine.
My breath stutters out against her damp skin, and I press my mouth to her shoulder, voice rough and broken.
“I’m so close.”
She tilts her head, her eyes locking on mine; needy, dark, drowning me in that soft, wild look, and the moment her body clenches tight around me, the dam breaks.
The rush is overwhelming, white-hot, and all-consuming, stealing the air from my lungs as I empty into her, hips stuttering against hers, groaning through the raw, staggering release.
I feel her shudder against me, still pulsing, still wrapped around me, and for a few long seconds, it’s nothing but her; the softness of her skin, the soft, breathless sound of her voice, the way her fingers thread through my hair and hold me close like I’m the only thing tethering her to earth.
We both collapse on the couch, needing to catch our breath, and I’m not sure how long we remain in that position. But her legs remain wrapped around me, her thigh slung over my hip, the scent of her skin warm and faintly sweet.
Her breath feathers across my neck in slow, contented waves, and I feel it deep in my spine. My arm under her shoulders is going a little numb, but I don’t shift. I want to continue holding her .
Her fingers are still tangled in my hair, lazy, tender. It's not like she’s holding on out of need, but trust. As though she’s safe here.
That’s what unravels me.
Because this… this comfort , this afterglow, this peace in the quiet, it’s been years since I’ve had anything close.
Not even with Josie. I don’t remember it ever feeling this good. This right.
God, not like this.
I’d forgotten how it feels to fall asleep with a woman in my arms, her body soft against mine, breathing slow and steady like she belongs there.
A memory flickers: Josie in our old bed, her belly just beginning to swell. Her laughter lit up that room like she had no idea what was coming. My hand spread wide across her stomach, full of plans I couldn’t keep.
The memory lands like a punch to the gut. The pain is dull and hollow, similar to an old bruise that hurts after a long time.
I blink and come back to the present. To Kate , soft and real and right here.
And that’s the problem.
Because if I stay…if I let this be what I think it’s becoming, I don’t know how I come out of it in one piece if I lose it.
My jaw tightens. I try not to breathe too loud as I untangle myself carefully so I won’t wake her and won’t have to explain the fear roaring through my chest like I stepped off a cliff.
But the moment I ease my arm from beneath her, her fingers twitch.
Then her voice comes, groggy, slurred, but clear.
“Hey,” she murmurs. “What’s wrong?”
Shit .
Her eyes open slowly, searching my face in the dark, and I can’t hide the way I freeze.
I crouch beside the couch, rubbing a hand down my face like that’ll wipe the guilt off me.
But even as the bliss drags me under, the thought rises unbidden and slips through my defenses; I’ve never felt so satisfied and sated, not even with Josie , and alongside it, a flood of guilt and shame.
Josie .
The name hits like a cold wave. The memory of her — of the life I thought I’d have, the promises I couldn’t keep. Guilt twists sharp and bitter in my chest, dulling the edges of the high, reminding me that I should not be here.
And that alone makes the shame burn even deeper.
“Hey? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry. I need to leave.”
She blinks. Sits up. “Noah…”
I shake my head once. Just enough.
If I say another word, I’ll stay. And if I stay, I might let her in too deep.
And I don’t know if I’m ready for that.
“What?”