Chapter 27 Audrey
Twenty-Seven: Audrey
Eyes Open - Taylor Swift
Once I’m dressed and ready for bed, I move towards the room Noah has been staying in. He’s topless, with gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The lamp on his bedside table illuminates the sharp curves of his abs and hip bones.
My mouth hangs open as I close the door behind me.
“What’s that face for?” he teases me as my eyes stay trained on his lower stomach.
I shake my head as I walk towards him, watching as his eyes gloss over when my hand makes contact with his skin.
“You’re just so handsome,” I whisper before reaching up to kiss him.
He quickly wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me onto the bed with him, kissing my jaw once, before frowning. “I guess we probably shouldn’t get too carried away, with Connor right next door, and all.”
I nod in agreement, climbing under the blankets and snuggling against him. “Gives us more time to talk.”
Noah turns off the side lamp before rolling over to face me again. My eyes adjust to the darkness enough to see his profile.
“You remember the summer before I left for school, how you came to the cottage with me and Connor?”
I run my hand along the side of his face. “I remember everything about us Noah, but especially that summer.”
Noah shifts closer to me. “The first night when the fireflies came out, you convinced me and Connor to catch them with you in jars, like they do in the movies.”
I smile at the memory. “Yes! That was so fun. I remember saying I wanted to do it again the next night but it rained all day so you filled mason jars with twinkle lights,” I finish for him.
“I still have one of the jars. The lights don’t work anymore, but I liked having it on my desk at work.
On dull days, I would flash back to the memory.
I brought it outside with me while I plotted and planned. ”
Noah smiles, lost in his own memories. “I was wondering if it was that one. I’ll have to get lights for the back porch at my place, so it feels like we’re reliving that summer.”
I shake my head, running my hand across his arm. “Nah, No. I think they should remind us of all the new memories we’ll make. Together. As a couple.”
He kisses my forehead. “I like that idea.”
“So, what do you want to do tomorrow?”
“I was thinking we could walk around downtown, find out where all the good bakeries are and then annoy your brother for a bit before meeting back in this bed tomorrow night.”
“Sounds like a good day. And what might we do in bed tomorrow night?” I reply as his hand falls to my hip.
He kisses me hard as I pull him tighter against me.
“Something like this,” he whispers against my lips before sliding his hand up under the hem of my shirt.
I let out a low moan as his hand makes contact with my breast.
“I love that sound so much,” he groans out, shifting his face down so he can kiss across my stomach.
It makes me wonder what other noises will leave my mouth once we progress.
It makes me want so much more of him.
“So much for just talking,” I mumble before pushing him away from me and shoving his boxers down.
My eyes widen and I let out a gasp.
He watches me with a curious expression and our eyes have a silent conversation.
“Paul really didn’t measure up in any way, did he?” Noah finally says with a cocky smile.
No, he really didn’t.
Laughing, I smack his chest, pushing him so he’s laying down again. “We aren’t talking about him right now … or ever again. Okay?”
I let my mouth trail down his body, teasing him before reaching my destination.
“Auddie,” he groans out, barely able to finish the word before my mouth is wrapped around his dick. “Jesus.”
I look up at him and love to see his eyes rolling back in his head as his hands dig into his hair.
“Noah,” I whisper, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
I don’t wait for a response from him and continue to work my way down his dick, loving the noises leaving his mouth and the way he wraps his hand around my shoulder.
He doesn’t try to speed me up or force himself deeper into my mouth.
He lets me lead, lets me meet his body in a new and intimate way.
And when his warmth shoots into the back of my throat, I feel a smile spread across my face.
Noah’s eyes are wild with lust as I lick the side of my mouth.
But as if we read each other’s minds, he laughs. “Yeah, I’m not tasting you for the first time having you smothering your noises with a pillow. There’s no way.”
I give him a bashful smile, laying my head on his chest with a yawn. “Fair enough.”
Noah runs a hand along my spine, letting out a contented sigh.
Then he tells me a bedtime story about a giraffe that loves blue cheese. We giggle in the darkness at his terrible storytelling. I try to stay awake, to talk and giggle all night, but after a few hours, with one last kiss I’m lulled to sleep curled up in the arms of my best friend.