Chapter 7 Noah
SEVEN
NOAH
Itoss and turn restlessly, my last conversation with Sophia still on my mind.
Her words are etched into my consciousness, and I’m not entirely sure what part of our conversation and our kiss had me struggling more: the idea that she could even want me in my current state, or the fact that she didn’t run until it suddenly became real.
Whatever it is, I can’t shake the tension, the heaviness in my chest.
Rolling onto my side, I try to close my eyes and focus on the warmth of the fire, not on the woman sending me spiralling. Her beautifully curved body is imprinted in my mind, and no part of me wanted to forget the brief feeling of her on my lap, her lips on mine, her sweet little—
A groaning from outside forces me up and out of bed. The wind is stronger, harsher now, but that’s not why I’m concerned. It’s the generator, which is keeping us alive and with light that I’m worried about.
There’s a clanking sound, and then another groan, followed by a flickering of the hallway light. Fuck. It’s the only thing keeping Sophia warm in the main bedroom. But there’s nothing I can do when the light flickers again and the entire cabin falls into complete darkness and silence.
I curse under my breath. It’s only by the light of the fire that I find an old flashlight and turn it on. Now that there’s no buzz of the generator or electricity, I distinctly make out the creaking trees and heavy wind outside, both sounds making me tense.
Before I reach Sophia, I hear the bed shift and the click of the lamp that doesn’t work. Her curse brings a smile to my lips as I carefully make my way to the bedroom, knocking once before entering.
I shine the light over the bed, and find her sitting at the edge, her hair mused and my shirt, which hangs loosely off her shoulders, twisted. “Power went out,” I say, feeling tension thicken the air. “It’s going to get cold in here fast, so you should come sleep on the pull out.”
Her eyes widen slightly before flickering down to her lap. “I should be fine—”
“It’s already dropping in temp, Sophia. Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder.” The warning leaves my lips before I can stop it, and by the glare she sends me, it wasn’t the right thing to say.
But before I can muster an apology, Sophia juts out her chin in defiance, and she says, “I’d like to see you try.”
The challenge goes straight to my cock, as does the heat in her eyes and the slight curve to her lips.
Fine, I think. You want to act like a brat?
Get treated like a brat. I lower the flashlight completely and stalk to her side of the bed.
She follows each step with a widening stare, like she expected me to give up, but I’m done.
I’m taking what’s mine.
I’m taking Sophia Ridgeway.
Her yelp of surprise as I throw her over my shoulder sparks a primal need within me. I start for the door, one hand planted on her ass, the other holding the flashlight, as she smacks my back weakly.
“Okay, I get it! You’re strong! You can put me down now!”
I chuckle and give the round globe of her ass a good squeeze. “Not happening, Angel. You have a habit of not listening, and now I’m going to make sure you’re punished.”
Through the boxers I’d given her to wear, I feel her thighs clench. I can’t help but wonder how wet she is, if she’s feeling the same arousal I am.
We enter the living room, and I take her straight to the pull-out. Sophia squeaks as I give her ass one last squeeze before lowering her. She slides down my body, her heavy breasts pressed to my chest, her thick thighs against mine. I’m made aware of just how perfect she is—for me.
I swallow, our eyes meeting, and I see the same heat reflected in her own. She digs her fingernails into my shoulder and licks her lips. “What kind of punishment am I getting?” she asks, cocking her head.
My cock twitches in my pants. “I have every mind to bend you over my knee and spank you,” I grunt, holding her tightly to me. “But I don’t think that’d be enough to keep you listening.”
She shakes her head, a coy smile twisting her lips. “No, I think you’ll have to try harder than that.”
I take her mouth with mine and kiss her deeply with all the fire and pent up, untouched lust I’ve felt for this woman.
Her mouth opens to me, and our tongues clash, battling for dominance we both know is mine.
Sophia runs her hands through my short hair and digs her nails into my scalp as she deepens the kiss.
Slowly, I lower her onto the mattress without leaving her embrace, ignoring the groan of my left side as I do. Her legs immediately part for me before wrapping around my hips, locking me against her warm, wet heat.
Sophia moans against my lips and bucks into me, but I keep her pinned to the mattress. “Not so fast, Angel.”
“Please, Noah, I need—”
“I know what you need,” I reply, peppering kisses down her throat. “But first I want to taste you.”
She shudders, but she doesn’t protest. When I tug the t-shirt over her head, she raises her arms willingly and blushes when her heavy, swaying breasts are revealed.
“You’re as gorgeous as I’ve always imagined.” I palm one of her tits and roll her nipple between my fingers. “As soft and delicate as snow, yet as powerful as a storm.”
Sophia moans as I pinch the tight nub. “Noah...”
I pull her into my mouth and scrape my teeth over her flesh, earning a mewl from her. I trail my hands down to the boxers she’s wearing and kiss a path down to her belly button.
She sucks in a sharp breath as I pull the boxers down her legs and toss them to the side. Her legs open for me, and I spread them wide to take in her glistening, pink core. “Has any man ever made you come, Sophia?”
She shudders. “No. No one.”
I run a finger through her slickness. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
Sophia cries out the moment I close my mouth around her clit. Her sweetness coats my tongue immediately, drawing a moan from me. Her thighs clench around my head as I toy with her, circling her clit with my tongue. She tastes of everything I ever sought on this mountain, and so much more.
I push a finger inside her tight entrance, then a second, groaning when she pulsates around me. “You’re so tight, Angel. I can’t wait to feel you clench around my cock.”
“Noah, please,” she whines, scraping a hand through my hair. “I-I need—”
“I don’t want you to come yet, Sophia. When I make you come for the first time, it will be around my cock.”
Her whimpers fill my ears as I kiss my way back up her body and reclaim her mouth. She moans at the taste of herself, and my cock stiffens painfully in my sweatpants. I slowly remove my fingers from her and climb off the bed.
Sophia’s eyes are hot and wild, hungry and needy as she watches me. For the first time since the fire, I don’t hesitate to yank my shirt off to reveal the scars lining my left side. And she doesn’t make me feel like the beast I’ve become.
She keeps her eyes on mine as I stand before her completely undressed. My cock springs free and bobs against my thigh, hot and heavy only for her.
I haven’t felt this kind of need since before the fire. It’s been such an easy thing to forget. I don’t even remember what it feels like to sink my cock into a woman’s pussy. Don’t remember what it felt like to come.
All I imagine now is what it will feel like to experience it all with her.
The burns made it so I wouldn’t get close to anyone. Not like I really wanted to. They carried a heaviness no one wanted to deal with.
No one but her, I think, watching as her eyes rake my body. I wait for the disgust, the recoil. But neither of those things happen. Instead, her hand, inches towards her pussy, though she doesn’t touch herself—not yet.
Sophia bites her lip. “I need you, Noah.” Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, gaze locking on mine. “I want you.”
Those three words shudder through me and wash away any lingering hesitation.
“Fuck, you sound divine when you beg.” Climbing back onto the bed, I reposition myself between her heavenly thighs and nudge her entrance with the head of my dick.
Sophia makes a sound in the back of her throat, deep-brown eyes fluttering as I stroke myself through her arousal. “Are you ready for me?”
Those beautiful eyes pop open. “Always.”
I don’t think she realises the effect her response has on me.
She winds her arms around my neck as I push into her slowly, taking her heat inch by inch. “That’s it, angel, I know you can take me. Eyes on me.”
I’ve always been on the wider side, which used to serve me well in my younger years. Now, I watch her reactions, give her a moment to adjust to my size. The low groan that falls from her lips makes me want to move, to take her completely, but I wait.
I wait until she runs her fingers through my hair. “Start moving,” she says, voice low. “I need you to move.”
Her walls clench as I thrust into her, tightening like a vice around me. I wait a moment for her to adjust again, wait for her small nod. When she sighs, I pull out and slam into her. Each thrust is like a claiming. Proof of what we can be when we’re together.
She meets every thrust with a roll of her hips, like her body already knows what to do, how to react. Sophia’s eyes remain on mine, bright even with the minimal light. But I don’t need light to see her.
With one hand braced by her head, I run the other down her body, taking in the soft mounds of her stomach, the heaviness of her breasts, until I reach the apex of her thighs.
“You’re going to come with me,” I murmur, every part of me tightening as I fight my release, waiting for the walls of her pussy to flutter, to tighten until she’s milking me of everything I have. “I need you to finish on me, Angel.”
Sophia digs her fingernails into my back, back bowing off the bed. “I’m so close,” she gasps.
I grunt as I begin playing with her clit. “Good. Fuck, that’s it, Angel. I need you to come now. Strangle my cock. Just like that.”
Sophia cries out as her pussy spasms with the rush of her release. My hips pump against hers in three hard thrusts before I follow her over the edge, coming hard.
Over the howling wind, all I can hear is our sharp breaths and the thundering beat of my heart.
“Noah—”
“Shh,” I whisper, pulling out slowly. “Let me clean you up, Soph.”
With the light of the fire, I take in her rosy cheeks, the flush that seems to cover her body.
It takes me only a few minutes to retrieve a wet rag and return to clean up our joined mess. When I’m done, I slide onto the mattress and bring the heavy blankets up around us while the storm worsens outside. Having her with me feels more than just right.
I know, as she curls up beside me, with absolute certainty, that I love Sophia Ridgeway, even if she could never love a beast like me.