CHAPTER 25 #2
Her feet are covered in long, grey fuzzy socks. Long, tan legs, bare of any clothing. Her hair is thrown into a messy bun on top of her head, face clean of makeup. But her body? My fucking God. Her body is draped in a large, oversized hoodie.
My hoodie.
My chest vibrates with the feral growl that fights its way up my throat. Fingers twitch by my sides with the urge to reach out, pull those sexy fucking legs over mine and find out if she’s wearing anything else under that hoodie.
I’m going to break.
The thread I’ve been hanging on by is fraying with every second that I look at her. So, I avert my gaze, clearing my throat. Wordlessly, I push her pizza box toward her as she takes a seat next to me, oblivious to the all-out war taking place between my head, my heart and my dick right now.
Her leg brushes against mine, that goddamn cupcake scent hitting me and suddenly I’m agreeing with my earlier thoughts.
This is way too fucking intimate.
Bella picks up a slice of pizza and takes a bite, but I don’t move. I’m frozen in place, watching as she closes her eyes and moans as she chews.
She crosses her legs and my eyes drop down to where the hoodie rises on her thighs before snapping back up when she moans again.
“Bella.” Her name is a low growl on my lips.
“Hmm?” she hums, her tongue darting out to lick away a stray dot of tomato sauce.
“Gonna need you to stop doing that.”
Her eyes are full of feigned innocence as she looks between me and my untouched pizza. “What’s wrong? Are you not hungry?”
“Oh, I’m fucking hungry,” I respond, not skipping a beat.
A cute little line appears between her brows and I swear, the woman could be an actress. There’s no way on earth she doesn’t realise what she’s doing right now.
“So why aren’t you eating?”
I lean forward on my hands, my face a breath away from hers. “Because, doll, what I’m hungry for, isn’t on the menu.”
She swallows and blinks at me, the pupils in her pretty grey eyes growing so wide they’re almost black. “How do you know it’s not on the menu?”
My breaths are heavy pants as my attention flicks between her eyes and her lips. “Because I do.”
She smirks, moving even closer. “Why don’t you just take what you want anyway?”
There’s a loaded pause as the pair of us freeze, her words hanging in the air.
The sound of the final fray on the thread releasing is like a gunshot echoing around the room.
“Fuck it.”
My eyes darken; chest rumbling and her breath hitches right as my hand cups the back of her head right before I close the gap between us and crash her lips against mine.
The pizza, the movie and the fucking boardgames are forgotten the moment her body melts into my touch. Her mouth opens and I dart my tongue out, tangling it against hers with a groan.
Her arms come around my neck, manicured fingers threading through the back of my hair as Bella rises up on her knees and climbs over my lap, straddling me.
I fall back against the cushions, both of my hands moving to her ass and I lift the hoodie, finding only thin lace covering the skin beneath it.
Twisting her thong around my fingers, I tug it upwards creating friction against her clit and she pulls back with a gasp, her hooded eyes on mine.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I tell her, my voice husky with need.
I don’t give her time to respond. My mouth is back on hers in an instant, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth as I ravish her the way I’ve been fucking dreaming about for weeks. Fuck that, years.
With both hands on her ass, I grind her against my painfully hard cock, and she whimpers before taking over and doing it herself.
“Fuck yes, Bells. Grind that fucking pussy on me,” I encourage, my hands drifting upward. I find her breasts, that are completely bare, and pinch both of her nipples. “Show me how you get yourself off.”
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out, her movements quickening. I nip at her jaw, her earlobe, her neck as she lets go of all her inhibitions above me.
“Take what you want from me, baby. Don’t hold back. I want to see the evidence all over my fucking trousers when you’re done.”
My words must turn her on even more because she digs her nails into the skin on the back of my neck and throws her head back, her body trembling.
“Noah.” Her voice is a needy whimper as I continue flicking her hard nipples and the store the sound, along with the image of her above me away in my brain for later.
“What is it, doll?” I ask, my toes curling at the feel of her rubbing against me.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be inside of her right now. But this isn’t about me. I want this to be about her and only her.
“I-I need…” she trails off, her grinding becoming more desperate.
“What do you need, Bells?” I coax.
Her cheeks are stained, eyes wild and full of arousal when she looks at me. “I need you to touch me.”
My right hand moves from her breast, down her stomach and beneath her panties, my middle finger finding her clit and circling it. “Here?”
Bella nods, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and I watch, mesmerised as her eyes roll back, her swollen lips parting on a long moan.
It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever fucking heard.
I move my fingers lower, teasing the entrance of her pussy. “Or here?”
Her hips move in circles, breathing quickening. “There. Oh, God, please there.”
I slip one digit inside of her, followed by a second and she squeezes around me. “You want to fuck my fingers, Bella? You gonna come all over my hand, baby?”
She nods her head vigorously; her eyes shut tightly as sweat forms along her hairline. “Yes. Fuck, Noah.”
“Then fuck them. Bounce this pretty little pussy on my fingers like a good fucking girl.”
My cock strains again the fabric of my gym shorts, begging to break free, but I ignore it as I watch the perfect fucking angel above me take exactly what she wants as she rides my fingers.
I feel her inner walls clench around me, and I know she’s close when she starts chanting. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Come for me, Bella.” I hook both fingers and rub them against that sweet spot inside of her and just like that, she detonates.