Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Noah
I come to awareness as usual—gradually at first and then all at once. Something is different, I can tell. At first, I can't remember what.
Did I oversleep my alarm?
For a few moments, I'm utterly disoriented. A warm, smooth thigh slides against mine, and a nose nuzzles my throat with a soft, happy sigh. Is Noel late for class? Did I even set my alarm?
"Taylor, we have to get up." It comes out an unintelligible mumble: T'l'r, w'havva g'up.
A snuffle, a nuzzle, the soft, breathy groan of a waking woman. My eyes snap open—something about the sound of her voice as she moans triggers lucidity.
FUCK.
I said, "Taylor."
I can only hope she wasn't conscious enough to have heard my gaffe. My heart starts pounding.
Soft, tender fingers touch my chin, tilt my face down. "Hey." Her voice is barely a whisper, delicate and sleep-rough. "Good morning, handsome."
I search her face for a sign that she heard me, my heart rattling in my chest like a snare drum. Too bad she's got her cheek directly over my heart. "Good morning, gorgeous."
She caresses my cheek and snuggles closer, burrowing against me. "Noah, I heard you." She kisses my chest over my heart. "Stop panicking. It's okay."
"I—" I inhale shakily. "I was disoriented."
Another kiss to my chest, her fingers scratching my stubble.
"I know. I understand. I'm not mad. I’m not anything but happy to wake up next to you.
" She rolls on top of me, hair a curtain around our faces.
"Let me try to put you at ease. Even if you were to accidentally say Taylor's name during sex at some point, I would be okay.
It would…it'd definitely sting for a second, I’m not gonna lie about that.
But I hope I know you well enough to know it wouldn't be because you forgot who you were with or anything.
She was your person, Noah. You spent more of your life with her than without her.
Even after three years, that stuff doesn't just vanish.
" She exhales, fingers toying with my hair, brushing strands this way and that.
"You woke up in a strange bed after a late night, with a woman in your arms for the first time since Taylor passed.
Of course you're going to be a little disoriented.
Give yourself some grace, baby. And…I guess just try to trust me.
Trust that I'm not fragile or emotionally delicate. "
"How can you be so articulate before coffee?"
She nuzzles my throat again. "I dunno. Just mom things, I guess."
"You're a miracle, Morgan."
She shakes her head. "No, I'm really not. I'm just a girl who really needs to pee." She gives me quick peck and then rolls off of me and to her feet, her oversized Disney shirt slipping down around her thighs, but not before revealing that she's not wearing anything under the shirt.
My own bladder is giving me the what-for, so I'm right behind Morgan after she's done.
It's a different kind of disorienting, performing the domestic, intimate activities of a morning routine with someone new for the first time in more than thirty years.
She brushes her teeth and I get my little leather satchel of toiletries and do the same.
"Is that your usual pajama situation?" I ask.
Morgan, bent over the sink to spit out her toothpaste, reaches back and flips up the tail of her shirt, baring her bottom. "Why? Do Disney princesses turn you on, Noah Austin?"
I give her ass a playful smack—hard enough to make a satisfying crack but not hard enough to actually hurt. "Well, it's not the Disney princesses turning me on, no."
At the smack, she squeals, straightening and rubbing the offended spot. "Noah!"
I take over the rubbing. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself. I don't know if you've picked up on this, but I'm kind of obsessed with your ass."
Instead of scolding me, Morgan bends over the sink again, shirt hiked up, and wiggles her butt at me. "At least make it even."
I hesitate, but the only expression I can read on her face is playfulness. So, I spank the other side, leaving a splotchy pink spot on her bottom, which I then soothe with a gentle caress. "You continue to surprise me, you know that?"
She turns into me, crushing up against me and sticking her hands down my underwear to grasp my butt in both hands. "You're surprised that I like being spanked?"
"Um…yeah?" I blink. "You do?"
She shrugs, squeezing. “So the evidence would suggest.” She lifts on her toes to kiss the corner of my mouth. "But considering that I discovered just last night that I like being tied up and blindfolded, apparently I'm a little kinky. Who knew?"
“You didn't?"
She shakes her head. "My sexual history is pretty vanilla, especially considering I dated a guy for several years who was in a motorcycle club."
I don't know how to answer that for a moment or two. "Mine too. Taylor and I…" I trail off, shaking my head. "Never mind."
She pinches my butt. "Hey, no. Nope. Don't do that. Radical honesty, honey. Remember?”
"We just had a very…healthy…sex life. Frequent, consistent, and satisfying. For me, at least, and I never got the sense that she wanted anything more or that she was unhappy."
"But?"
"It's different between you and me." I shrug. "Just…different."
She nips the tip of my chin. "Say more, Noah."
I sigh. "I guess it just feels like I'm exploring things I didn't know I liked. Didn't know I wanted. A lot of things with you are uncharted territory. It's a weird and disorienting feeling at my age."
Morgan tilts her head to one side, listening.
“There's Mal's alarm. So, real quick before we have to get dressed and start adulting, just…
please just be transparent with me, Noah.
This is all new for me, too. I'm…I guess I'm a much different person than I was the last time I was in a relationship.
I'm…learning a lot about myself, with you.
Discovering what I like. And I want to try things.
I'm open-minded, Noah. Okay? So…don’t be shy.
Don't…I'm not delicate or fragile or scared.
The more I'm with you, the more secure I feel—in myself, and in this relationship we're building.
So emotionally and physically, just please, be bold.
Ask for things. Try things. Let's lean in and explore together. yeah?"
"I wish we had more time this morning," I murmur. "I'd explore things right now."
Morgan sighs, resting her forehead on my chest, fingers curling and clawing into my pecs. "Noah."
"The way you say my name like that."
"Yeah?"
"It's…I dunno. It's hot. I dunno how to articulate why, though."
She exhales softly, pulls away from me. Her eyes flick down to the front of my underwear, which are tented.
She pushes the bathroom door closed and turns on the vent fan.
Saunters back to me, hiking her shirt up and then ripping it off to bare her lush, sexy curves, and my cock goes fully erect instantly.
"Morgan?"
She slides her fingers down my hips and thighs, shoving my boxers down, grasps my cock. Lifts on her toes to notch me in her seam, eyes on mine, begging silently. "Can you be quick?"
"Can you be quiet?" I counter.
She grips my shoulders and gives me her weight, trusting me to hold her.
I catch her, lift her and spin, putting her ass on the edge of the counter between the sinks.
Her breath is minty fresh as her mouth slants over mine, and then I'm buried hilt-deep in her tight wet pussy and she's writhing against me and whimpering into my mouth as I thrust against her.
"Morgan," I growl into her ear. "Jesus, honey—how do you feel better every time I'm inside you?"
"I wish I knew, but it is better every time." She nips my earlobe. "Now shut up and fuck me." She huffs in my other ear as I drive harder. "Yes, baby. Just like that. Give it to me good. Give me something to think about all day."
"Oh god, Morgan." I lose myself in her, give over to release the moment I feel it begin to boil inside me. "I can't hold back, honey."
She wraps herself around me, mouth to my ear, hands clawed into my ass and pulling at me eagerly and greedily, feet hooked around my thighs. "Good—don't wait. Don't hold back. Give it to me right now—please, Noah. I need it. I want it. I want all of you."
The harder I thrust, the more she pants and moans and pulls at my ass, as if each thrust feels better than the last and she can't get enough.
It makes me feel like a god. She makes me feel…fuck, I don't even know.
Once again, she feels me reach climax almost before I do, and her whimpers of delight come faster and higher-pitched the harder I thrust as I chase the release.
"Noah, yes—yes—yes-yes-yes, fuck…oh god, yes, I feel you, baby.
There it is, right there, just like that—" she clings to my neck and leans back and I lift her by the ass and fuck her with ragged abandon as my orgasm explodes through me.
I grit my teeth, biting down on a roar of release—it emerges as a snarl, quiet but intense, and Morgan's cry is a breathless squeal as I pour myself inside her.
Slowly, my climax subsides and I slow and then stop, panting. She re-wraps herself around me. "God, that was good," she whispers, patting my buttocks with both hands.
I rear back to eye her. "You didn't come."
Her smile is one of utter rapture. “Yes, but I couldn’t care less. That was magnificent."
"Morgan," I start.
She pinches my butt, making me startle and cutting off what I was about to say. "Noah, listen to me. I don't need to come every time. You gave me so many orgasms last night that I can't even count them."
"But—"