As I built Noah up to his own threshold, his hands dropped to my ass, and he squeezed my cheeks, leading them to his sweet spot.
My breathing came quick, matching his.
I leaned back, pressing my hands into the floor, moving my hips, grinding against his body.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I breathed as my orgasm quickly rose to the precipice.
“Fuuck!” Noah cried out just as my orgasm broke through.
I continued to work his cock until both of us were completely spent.
He gently slipped out of me, and I collapsed on the floor next to him.
I laid my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath. My head still spun, and my entire body felt as if it floated above him instead of being planted on the ground next to him.
“I think I’m going to have to say I love you more often,” he said, laughing.
“You better,” I said. “But be careful where you say it. I wouldn’t want to have to jump you in the grocery store.”
He scratched his chin. “There’s a thought.”
I swatted at him, and he caught my hand in his, holding it against his chest. “I feel like this is the life I’ve always wanted but was unsure how to get there.”
“You’re here now,” I said. “But I do think you’re going to have to work on your accent a bit.”
“What? Like ‘G’day, mate? Let’s get another shrimp on the barbie!’” he said in a terrible Australian accent.
I giggled. “Please don’t tell that to anyone down here. I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you.”
“I’ll have to work on it then. I’ll start with the slang though. I’m not great at accents.”
“That will have to do for now,” I said.
Noah kissed my forehead. “I love you, Jess.”
“I love you too, Noah.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Noah
The cool breeze whipped through our bedroom, waking me from my deep slumber. I pulled the sheets up over my shoulders and then opened one eye to see Jess was still sleeping. She was the little spoon, and I didn’t want to move and wake her up. Though I desperately wanted to close the window. Jess loved sleeping when it was cool, but with the change from summer to autumn, the morning breeze from the ocean was a little too brisk for my taste.
I snuggled closer to her, wanting to be near her and also to steal some of her body heat. I slept near the windows, something that might have to change or else we’d have to compromise and keep the windows closed at night.
Not for the first time did I think how lucky I was to have fought for Jess and I before it was too late. Every time I had a really good day with Jess, that tiny seed of what could have been made my stomach quiver.
I tightened my hold on her, and she moved under me.
“You’re going to squeeze all the air out of me,” she said.
I kissed her shoulder. “Sorry.”
She shivered. “It’s freezing in here.”
I chuckled. “That’s what happens when you insist on leaving the window open all night.”
“You know I love the sound of the waves.”