“Is it okay if I take off your shirt?”
Noah nodded, so I drew my hands down his body until I got down to the hem of his tee. Sliding my fingers under the fabric, I could feel the bumps of Noah’s defined abs. I let out a shaky breath thinking about this hulk of a man on top of me between my thighs. My pussy quivered with anticipation.
I kept pushing Noah’s t-shirt up until he had to lift his arms, and I could take it off him. I threw it onto the ground, and he grabbed either side of my face to bring me into a kiss. It surprised me because it was softer than I expected. His tenderness melted my heart, and then he pushed me down, bringing his body on top of mine.
“Why, Scarlett? Why?”
It was a vague question, but I knew Noah’s exact meaning. He asked me something similar before he asked me to leave last time. I scrambled for an answer then because my feelings felt so confusing. It felt wrong to love him because of Kylie, but over the past year, I realized that we hadn’t done anything wrong. We grew closer because that was what happened. And Noah was so different from the man he was before. It was impossible for me to know if this was a part of him that he just never brought out in public or if Kylie’s death completely changed the person who he was. Either way, we were drawn to one another.
And that was the answer.
“Because I want you,” I answered truthfully, caressing his cheek.
His eyelids fluttered shut as I ran my finger along his skin. Noah turned his head to kiss my palm before looking down at my lingerie-clad body.
“When did you buy this?”
“A week ago.”
“Why did you buy it?”
“I was hoping you’d like it,” I whispered, my shoulders coming up. The way Noah talked to me — it did something to my body. I bit my bottom lip and raised my leg, rubbing it along his side. “Do you like it?”
Instead of answering, Noah ran his finger down the line of my breast until he got to the fabric of my lingerie. I had on a negligee over a matching bra and pantie set. Noah pulled the tie holding my robe together, the wispy fabric falling to the sides of my body.
I watched as he slipped his hand inside, running it over my stomach. He scooched down until his face was right by my underwear. Kissing the exposed skin on my lower belly, Noah slowly peeled my panties off my body. Once he got them off me completely, he dropped them on the ground before returning to the spot between my thighs. I could feel his breath along the inside of my legs before he placed soft kisses on my skin.
As he got closer and closer to my center, I shut my eyes tight. Excitement was mixing with arousal. After two years of unrealized desire, Noah was about to fuck me.
His tongue ran up my pussy, the tip sliding along my folds. I dug my fingernails into the covers, my body instantly tensing up. Noah had barely touched me, and my body was on fire, the flames were traveling up my spine. Continuing to taste me, he pushed his tongue into my pussy.
When his lips wrapped around my clit, I cried out, “Noah!”
He was driving me crazy. I could barely think straight with every sensation running through me. My muscles tensed up, wanting to get a release. My thighs tried to snap shut. The throb pulsing in my center was overwhelming.
“Noah, please,” I begged.
I wanted to come. I needed to. He licked faster and faster, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck!” I screamed, my body rising off the bed as it quivered with the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had. I let myself feel every second of the bliss before falling back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. While I took in air, Noah came back up my body, holding his face just above mine.
It seemed like he wanted to say something to me, but he didn’t. Instead, he removed my negligee, helping me hold myself up as he carefully slipped it off of my body. Next was my bra. Soon, I was completely naked, and Noah was partway dressed. I looked up at him, wanting to see all of his body.
“Are you going to take everything off?” I asked.
“Is that what you want?”
I nodded. Noah quickly sat up, revealing his sculpted body to me. It’s absolutely perfect. I got up on my knees and reached out, letting my fingers trace his abs.
“You’re in good shape.”
“I exercise.” He unbuttoned his pants.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” I mumbled. That got me a whisper of a smile.