Chapter 14

Serra

He was so deep inside of me I felt him everywhere.

He’d leaned back, put his hands at the back of my knees, and pushed on my thighs until they were touching my breasts.

Then he dug into me like I owed him money, and this was where he planned to find it.

My throat was raw from yelling his name each time he required I do so.

I knew the question he wanted to ask instead, knew the weight of the words he was refusing to say.

Noah had always had better control than me.

On every level it seemed as I recalled that momentary lapse when emotion had clogged my throat and tears sprang to my eyes.

There wasn’t much more I could love about Noah than the way he always whispered that his dick was mine.

That I owned every inch of him body and soul.

That whatever I needed from him he would give me, especially the dick.

He loved giving me every thick inch of him in any way I could take it, just like he was doing now.

And I missed that. Missed it more than I had even admitted to myself.

“It was always yours.”

That’s what he’d said, and my foolish heart had almost thumped out of my chest with joy. Could Noah be mine again? Did I want to be his?

The way he was stroking the hell out of me did kinda seem like an audition for that forever position. But, fuucckk, I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t make an informed decision because he felt too damn good.

“Shit, Serra. This pussy so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, his face not that far from mine as he pressed a kiss to the skin at the side of my knee.

Thank the stars for all the working out we’d been doing, otherwise I’d be in some serious pain the way he had me folded up while he pounded into me.

“Yesssss.” I licked my lips and gripped the sheets beneath me.

“You feel so damn good, baby. Please don’t stop.

” I might have to resort to murder if he did.

That damn inside of me was steadily building with every stroke, but Noah was a master at edging.

He could take me right to the precipice, then pull back so many times I wanted to do bodily harm, but oh, in the end it was so damn sweet.

That’s the precise reason Noah loved the pleasure/pain dynamic, the euphoric climax that always came in the end.

“I missed this sooo much,” I admitted. “Missed feeling you inside of me.”

See, I was definitely the weaker one because things just kept falling from my mouth. Admissions that should have stayed in my head, just fell out into the atmosphere like that’s where they belonged.

“Me too, sweetness,” he said. “Dammit, me too.” His hold on my knees slacked as he came in for another one of those soft, soul-stirring kisses. The ones that were still filled with the faint taste of me and teased me into believing I could have them forever.

He allowed me to lower my legs as he brought a hand up to cup my face and deepened the kiss, all while not disturbing the steady thrust of his dick inside of my pussy.

The sound of us echoed over our heavy panting.

It was perfect. Every single second of this was perfect and I never wanted it to end.

When he pulled back from the kiss and stopped stroking, I almost cried out because I thought it was about to end. But I caught his gaze and held it. Hell, I couldn’t look away if I’d tried. His eyes burned with lust and something else. Confusion?

“What is it?” I asked, bringing a hand up to cup his face the same way he was doing mine.

He shook his head slowly. “It’s you.”

I didn’t know how to respond and didn’t get a chance because he turned his head to kiss my palm, then my wrist, then back up to take two of my fingers into his mouth. I left them there as he pulled back until only his tip was left inside, then sunk into me again.

“Ohhhh, shit,” I cried.

He released my fingers, then let the hand that had been on my face fall to my neck.

I immediately arched into the hold because as crazy as some might think it was, I loved when Noah choked me.

Loved the tendrils of excitement that soared through my body at his touch and the slow build of pressure he applied.

Not to cut off my breath, but to control it, so that it would come right alongside the pleasure.

He circled his hips, making sure his dick hit every inch of my walls.

Then he pulled out and slammed into me again.

And again. Our gazes were locked, just as our private parts seemed to be.

My measured breaths, his thrust and circling combo, the pressure at my neck that I was positive would leave yet another mark on me, and shit, I was fuckin’ flying.

I mean, I literally felt like I was floating, waiting to be dropped into the abyss of sexual pleasure. A place I’d only ever been with Noah.

Sure, sex with Adrian and the few lovers I’d had before him in the past eleven years was fine, but none of them had ever compared to this.

To Noah. Maybe because I’d never trusted any of them enough to let go so totally and freely as I did with Noah.

Or it was quite possibly that none of them had the skills that this fine ass man did.

I wanted to scream his name to remind him that I knew it was him and only him that could take me on this journey, but I couldn’t speak.

My eyes watered as I creamed on his dick.

“It was…always…you.” He grunted and closed his eyes. “Fuck! Why do you feel so damn good?”

If I could, I would ask him the same question, but since I couldn’t I just lifted my hips, hoping to match his strokes and to get myself even closer to that orgasm.

But Noah beat me to it. With his free hand, he pressed a thumb over my clit at the same time his hand on my neck tightened and my vision blurred.

The tumble into climax was a freefall and tears rolled down the side of my face as my body convulsed with pleasure.

“Shit! Serra. Shit!” Noah cursed as his release immediately followed mine

Forgetting and remembering were two different things and yet I craved them both. I needed the duo like I needed my next breath. And only Noah could make that happen.

He had made it happen the moment we stepped into his condo.

Then, again in the shower. And again, around four this morning.

I had no idea what time it was now. The alarm clock was on the nightstand on Noah’s side of the bed.

The only thing on the nightstand closer to me was my phone, which at some point during the night Noah retrieved and plugged into one of his extra chargers.

The blinds on the windows across the room were automatic.

That may have been nice to know before we’d come into his room, flipped on the lights, and got naked.

I definitely would’ve reached for that remote he later showed me on his nightstand to close them.

He insisted that his bedroom faced the back of the building and a lightly wooded area, so unless there was some creep hanging out in the trees no one had seen us last night.

That had calmed me. Well, that and Noah trailing kisses down my back and over my ass once we were in the shower.

Every moment I’d been with him had done exactly what I’d needed it to do.

I wanted to forget about all that was happening in my world.

I should’ve listened to Portia and not read those damn comments.

And I should’ve continued to listen to Zora who had told me to delete the social media apps from my phone until further notice.

During one of the dance sessions with the ladies at the bar, I’d taken a bathroom break and once those needs were taken care of found myself adding the app back to my phone so I could see more of what was being said. After all, they were talking about me.

My life and my career. I had a right to know what was being said.

Even when what was being said made me feel like crap. It was taking every ounce of effort I had to remain at the bar and in relatively good spirits while my world spiraled out of control. Because that’s what it had felt like. Even before I received the reminder text.

Zora

Remember, no social media.

Too late, I said to myself but knew not to text that in response.

Me

Ok

That was the best lie I could come up with.

The drinks started to work at that point, and I kept downing them until around the third one when the dizziness that was a prelude to getting fucked up, arrived.

Thankfully, the crowd started to dissipate by then and I went upstairs to help Camy and Rylan clean up.

When I spied Rylan and Del kissing and groping each other on a lounge chair while Camy and Rock argued over something on her phone, I figured it was time I went home.

But when I got down to the main floor, there was Noah.

He looked so good sitting there by himself. Hell, he’d looked good all night. Each time I stole a glance his way, I wondered how I could’ve been such a fool to let him go.

“Whatever you’re thinking about so hard it’s got your body all tense, why don’t you just share?”

His voice was heavy with morning gruffness.

“If you’re afraid I’m gonna drag you out of this bed to head to the gym, you can rest easy. Your pussy is set up to drain a brotha.” He chuckled. “That may be the one thing I’d forgotten.”

I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. If I’d known he was awake, I wouldn’t have gone down that rabbit hole of thoughts.

“Just wondering how many people are gonna see me make the walk of shame when I leave here.” I huffed. “I already got the rundown of how many times we’ve been seen together in public. This might make the front page of the local paper.”

“Nah. Cannon runs the paper and he’s much more interested in finding stories that mimic the big city headlines he reads online, than writing about who’s sleeping with whom.”

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