Chapter Twenty-Three #3
She sat up and lifted her arms as Jeremiah tugged the hoodie over her head.
Then she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the side.
With heavy-lidded eyes, he stared at her breasts.
She leaned back onto her elbows and let herself be admired by him.
Jeremiah covered her body with his as he kissed her again and she felt his hardness press at the space between her thighs where she was already wet.
He kissed his way down her throat again, pressing his lips against her collarbone and lower and lower until he reached her breasts.
She moaned when he took her left nipple in his mouth, and she ran her fingers up and down his back, lifting her hips against his.
As he moved his lips to her other breast, she reached down between them into his shorts and wrapped her hand around his length.
He was hard in her grasp, and he groaned as she caressed him.
“Wait,” he said breathlessly. He lifted his head to look at her, lips swollen from kissing. “I feel like this is leading toward sex, which is very cool with me, but I need to know first if that’s what you want.”
“Yes,” she said, grabbing at his T-shirt. “That’s exactly what I want.”
With lightning speed, he whipped his T-shirt off, and when she reached for the drawstring of his basketball shorts, he shrugged them off in record time.
After she tugged down his briefs, he kneeled before her, remaining still with taut muscles, breathing heavily.
He was completely naked, and it was her turn to admire him. He was so gorgeous, it overwhelmed her.
“May I?” he asked huskily, curling his finger at the waistband of her underwear. She nodded, swallowing hard, and lay down again, lifting her hips as he pulled her underwear down her legs.
He crawled back over her and they were pressed skin to skin.
He kissed her slowly and brushed his hand down the expanse of her stomach, leaving goose bumps on her skin in his wake.
He rubbed a finger against her clit and around her opening where she was slick.
He slipped a finger inside of her, and she moaned as her muscles clenched around him.
“You feel so good,” he said, voice low as he added another finger. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He pushed his fingers in and out of her and she moved her hips, matching his steady rhythm. But she wanted more. She reached down and moved his hand from its place between her thighs, took his length in her hand again, and pressed him against her opening, stroking him.
“Fuck, Noelle,” he whispered.
“Do you have a condom?” she panted.
“Yes.” He hurried to crawl across the bed and reached for the bedside drawer. “Shit, I hope I do.”
Noelle breathed heavily, drinking in the strong build of his body, waiting as he riffled through the drawer. He finally procured a sleeve of condoms and smiled at her triumphantly.
“They’re not expired yet,” he said.
She grinned, eager for him to return to her. “Yay.”
He rose to his knees and began to open the wrapper, but Noelle moved closer and took the condom from his hands.
“Can I?” she asked.
He nodded and pressed his forehead against hers as she slipped the condom over his length.
He cupped her ass in his hands and gave her cheeks a firm squeeze.
They kissed again, and Noelle lightly pushed against his shoulders until he rested his back against the headboard.
She straddled him and angled him at her opening, slowly, easing down until he was buried deep inside of her.
She bit her lip, feeling pleasure wash over her.
His hands gripped her waist and he let out a deep groan.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Noelle smiled, and her pulse thumped erratically as she began to move up and down. He touched her where they were joined, and she moaned as she rode him, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
“Come here,” he ground out. “I need you closer.”
He pulled her to lie against him chest to chest. At this angle, she felt him even deeper. She was pliant in his arms as he gripped her ass and pumped into her. His movements were rough, but she liked it.
“Does that feel good?” he panted.
“Yes.”
“Kiss me.”
Their mouths and tongues were sloppy as they kissed, trying to get the most of each other as he pounded into her.
When the orgasm washed over her, saturating her in pleasure, her moan was so loud and guttural, she was glad that no one else was home.
The sound was enough to drive Jeremiah over the edge.
His thrusts intensified, and she felt him jerk inside of her as he filled the condom.
They lay there, boneless. Breathing hard and still joined.
“I don’t want to sound like I’m exaggerating,” he said, breaking the silence, voice heavy. “But I think this might be the best day of my life.”
Noelle smiled as she pressed her lips against his shoulder. “You’re silly,” she whispered.
“Silly, but serious.” He gave her ass a light smack and she clenched her muscles around his length that was still buried inside of her. “You okay?”
She nodded and lifted her head to look at him. His expression was dazed. She imagined that she looked the same. “Are you?”
“I’m fucking wonderful.”
She laughed and leaned her head against him again.
She expected to feel apprehension over what they’d done, about how they’d rewritten the rules of their relationship.
But as the rain beat against the windows and Jeremiah ran his fingers up and down her spine, she was thinking only about how good it felt to be in his arms.
Eventually, she shifted her hips so that Jeremiah could slip from inside her and remove the condom.
She snuggled under the covers and watched as he padded naked across the hall to the bathroom.
He grinned as he returned and slid in bed next to her.
She turned on her side to face him and he did the same, resting his hand against her hip.
He moved closer and kissed her, slow and deep.
Then a loud crack of thunder rolled across the sky, making them both jump.
A meow sounded from the hall, and the next thing Noelle knew, Caesar scrambled into Jeremiah’s room and jumped onto the bed.
Noelle gasped and pulled the covers up to her neck.
Now finally able to get a good look at the cat, she saw that Caesar was pink and wrinkly, and he stared at them with big yellow eyes.
Jeremiah reached for Caesar, but the cat hissed in warning and curled into a loaf at the foot of the bed.
“He hates me, but he hates thunderstorms more,” Jeremiah explained. “He doesn’t like to be alone when it rains.”
Noelle raised an eyebrow, and Caesar looked directly at her without blinking. His expression said, So what if I’m afraid of thunderstorms? I’ll still scratch your ass any day. Seeming satisfied that his threat was received, Caesar turned his head and looked out the window.
Noelle turned to look out the window too, and Jeremiah spooned her from behind. Content and satiated, they watched the falling summer rain together.