19. Macey #2
What we had went beyond surface-level attraction. Don’t get me wrong. I thought I could do my laundry on those washboard abs, but that wasn’t the sole reason I wanted him. It went beyond, to the soul of the man inside. Though at this moment, I was admittedly more focused on those abs.
And his lips. Soft, fluffy, kissable. Begging to be bitten.
As if he could read my thoughts, Noah was now the one kissing me. Finally .
Our lips opened and we completely ravaged each other’s mouths. It was instinct that had me spreading my legs, giving him space to make a home in between my thighs. He settled against me like he belonged there.
Noah was relentless in his actions, his hard body pressed against mine, desperately seeking anything I’d give him. My hands flew to his chest while his palms roamed down my sides. I hoped he couldn’t feel how fast my heart was racing.
There was no trace of the nerves he talked about now. Patience was gone, too. He shimmied my body forward, leaving me on the edge of the counter. Hands, both mine and his, shoved at my top, briskly pulling it over my head.
The same sense of urgency came over me as I pulled at his top. In a swift motion, he loosened the buttons that I missed, and it then joined my shirt and bra on the floor.
I feel the same , I wanted to tell him. It’s more than just attraction. I care. So damn much. I wanted to scream it to the world, post it on social media, write it on a public billboard. Explain it to anyone who would listen.
But despite that, I couldn’t find the best way to put it into words right now. I wrote words for a living, yet I couldn’t find one to describe this moment. Joy. Bliss. Excitement. Every word in the English language paled compared to what I was feeling.
So I tried to show him. My hands reached for his cheeks, slowing down the kiss into something more tender, more sensual.
And I hoped he understood what I was trying to get across because he responded so well.
Tugging my lower lip into his mouth, giving a gentle bite right in the center. Licking the tingling sensation away.
His lips traveled up my cheek, across my forehead, and back down again. He was either trying to taste every inch of me or mark his territory. I liked the thought of both way too much.
A shiver coursed through me when he kissed me again.
Wanting the rest of his clothing gone, I tugged at his pants.
As soon as they were off, I arched my back, looking for the friction I had only gotten a taste of earlier.
My shorts rolled off smooth as butter, and then Noah gave me what I wanted.
His hardness pressing into me, shooting small sparks through my body, even with the barrier of our underwear.
I felt him hot and thick as he rocked against me, and my eyelids fluttered shut. He moved again, and based on the way my toes curled, I was pretty sure I could come from this alone.
“More,” I demanded.
I reached down to tug off his underwear, but he grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them behind my back with just one hand.
“Not until you come first,” he rasped into my mouth. “Can I touch you? ”
“Yes.” I arched into him. “Everywhere.”
Before I exploded, ideally.
He swept his mouth over me as if he really was trying to touch me everywhere .
Drawing one nipple into his mouth, he alternated between slow tongue movements and gentle bites.
Little nips that had me gasping and squirming on the counter.
Once he was satisfied, he manipulated the movement on my other breast.
I was aware that his free hand was constantly moving, up and down my back, side to side over my stomach. But I didn’t take a minute to process where it was going until his fingers reached the band of my underwear.
By the time he hooked his pinky under them, I was desperately ready.
“Everything about you is so pretty,” he murmured, stroking his thumb back and forth over my hip bone. “Your face, your ambition, your Elsa hair, your stalking.”
I opened my mouth to protest the last one, but then he pulled my underwear down.
“I bet your pussy is too.”
Heat flushed from my hairline down to my toes.
When his fingers touched me, the sound that escaped my mouth was borderline inhuman, but based on the sound he made in response, he liked it.
Noah carefully observed my face as his fingertips sank so easily between my folds, parting and gliding until they settled over my clit. Rubbing in slow, small circles until my mind went empty. I never really understood how someone could forget their names during sex, but I got it now.
“I was right,” Noah said in awe. He wasn’t talking to me, though, more to himself.
One finger entered me, and I squirmed a little against Noah, but he still held tightly to my wrists. Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot. Was this a kink I had gone years without knowing I had? Maybe I should have explored more in college.
A second finger matched the motions, curling perfectly right there . My head lolled back, and Noah followed. His torso leaned over mine, lips kissing my cheek, my temple, my nose as his fingers hit there, there, there.
“Don’t stop,” I panted. Which then made me nervous because a lot of men hear the words don’t stop and interpret it as change it up . Noah didn’t. He kept going, deep breaths by my ear only turning me on more.
Shortly, I tumbled over the edge. I was pretty sure this was what people meant when they said they saw stars—bursts of color popped up against my eyelids.
“So pretty.” Noah was as coherent as I was right now—which was to say, not at all. “You deserve pretty things. Pretty things to wear. Pretty things for me.”
My hands were set free as he shoved down his underwear, cock springing free.
I reached for it, but he beat me to it, closing a fist around it and tugging once.
We could add that to the list of things that had no need to be that hot.
He was just the right size for me. A little pink, with thick veins. Perfect.
I wanted to stroke the little line of hair below his navel, but he stepped out of reach. He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and I heard a familiar ripping of foil. My heart continued to pound inside my chest as he kissed me once more, aligning himself with me.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“I thought we moved past the hesitating?—”
He nudged the head against my opening and we both gasped the moment he entered. A few seconds of uncomfortable stretching gave way to the perfect feeling of having him inside me .
I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, half-moons against his soft cheeks, constellations of freckles shining around them. “Noah?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m glad I have you in my corner.”
One hand caressed my cheek. “You’ll always find me there.”
And then he pulled back and thrust again. And again. The motion made my entire body pulse with need as I constantly moved my hips, trying to invite him closer. My thighs trembled, and I was thankful to be sitting.
He moved inside me until I could feel his cock twitch inside me, like a rhythm. My head fell forward, saved by Noah’s shoulder. I sucked a bruise on his shoulder, kissing it better afterward.
My ankles crossed behind his back and my heels dug in. If only I could melt fully into him. His thrusts moved from slow and steady to fast and hard, his hands on my back keeping me stable. Pleasure zipped up my spine.
Composure transitioned to clumsiness on both of our parts as we fully lost it. We both let out a giggle, followed by a moan when he slipped out and had to nudge his cock back inside. All I could focus on was how smoothly he slid in and out. How good it felt.
“Sweetheart, you have to tell me”—he paused for a grunt when I clenched around him—“what you need.”
I fisted my fingers in his hair and pulled my head off his shoulder. “Kiss me.”
He did, open-mouthed and wet, but I didn’t care. Our tongues met at multiple angles as he went deeper inside me. He trailed his mouth up my cheek, toward my ear so that I could hear the breathy moans he emitted.
It was that sound—the confirmation of pleasure from both of us—that had me coming once more.
Noah shuddered in my arms, and he muttered more nonsense. Words about how silly it was to be nervous over this, how he couldn’t believe how much time we wasted apart, how soft I was.
And then when he let go, too, I smiled, thinking how we couldn’t possibly waste any more time.