If I’m never going to see her again, I at least want the opportunity to say goodbye this time.
Chapter 9
Olivia
“Cometobed,”Isay. There is no way I want tonight to end. I haven’t felt this comfortable or laughed this genuinely in a long time. Plus it won’t be the first time we’ve shared a bed, and secretly I pray it won’t be the last.
“Ollie, I can sleep on the couch,” he says, looking at me with what I think is a concern in his eyes.
“Nonsense, you sleep on that and your back will hurt for weeks,” I reply as I grab his hand and start tiptoeing quietly toward the bed. I have to crawl across the bed to get to my side. He doesn’t object this time and follows me to the bed.
The floor creaks, and Noah chuckles as I freeze, placing his hand on my lower back which sends a vibration through my entire body. His touch inches me farther onto the bed as he starts to take off his sweater. I slowly flip onto my back, watching as he gets undressed, and see he is also watching me with hunger in his eyes.
“Do you mind if I sleep in just my boxers?” he asks, throwing me the plain t-shirt he was wearing underneath his sweater. I barely catch the shirt because I’m mesmerized by his body, and am fighting the urge to place my hands on the defined muscles of his abdomen and chest. Quickly, I slide off my clothes and throw the big t-shirt over my head. Thankfully, while we have both grown, the ratio of size between the two of us has remained the same, and this shirt covers me perfectly.
I feel Noah’s eyes watching me as I change, the hunger growing. Next, I throw my long hair into a tight bun on top of my head and wait for him to crawl into his side of the bed. This may be a full-size bed, but there’s barely enough room for us both let alone room to leave any space between us.
It’s December in Wisconsin, so it's cold, especially at four in the morning. But in the bed, next to Noah, there is endless warmth.
We are just sleeping next to each other. I have to convince myself but the warmth of his body next to me is incredibly inviting.
Screw it, I’m here to have a good night, and I probably won’t see him for another ten years. I nestle close to him, tucking my head into the crook of his neck. I feel him tense at first but he quickly relaxes as I settle into my spot. His hands find the spot on my waist that makes me go weak. Even after all these years, he knows exactly where to put his hands, as if it's muscle memory.
We lie here in silence, as the tension builds between us. I finally tilt my head up to look at his face to see him looking above my head, seemingly contemplating. His face looks stern, but also welcoming and soft, like he’s so deep in thought only a knife could penetrate it. I move one hand up between us so it sits flat on his chest because I want him to look down at me. He jumps as though I’ve startled him. He looks at me and is quiet for the next few moments.
Our mouths are no more than two inches away from each other. “Ollie,” he whispers, “Can I kiss you?”
I smile, not even bothering to reply before I place my lips against his.
His lips are soft and welcoming, and he slowly plants kisses in a line from my mouth, down my neck, and along my collarbone. My body instantly responds, becoming wet and gripping fingers around his bicep, keeping him close. His initial question felt so innocent, only to be replaced by a ravenous, feral Noah I have never seen but want so much of.
He slides his hand up along my abdomen, kissing me so deeply, that I lose myself entirely as I slide a hand from his chest to the top of his boxers, lopping my fingers around the waistband wanting to see more of him.
“Off,” I demand.
His hands remain on my body, tracing every curve, muscle, and crease through the shirt I’m wearing. I continue to trace circles down his abdomen and raise my leg draping it over him and rubbing my thigh along his already hard shaft, thankful he is as needy for me as I'm for him.
Placing his hands on my hips he flips us so my back is against the bed and he is positioned between my legs. My heart pounds with desire, and my pussy pulses in anticipation of what is coming next.
I need him. I need more. He doesn’t move a muscle and the anticipation is slowly starting to kill me.
What is happening to me? Usually, I need Vlad to be even close to finishing, and right now I fear it might be over before we even start. The look on Noah’s face is hungry and devious.
“I like watching you squirm,” he whispers quietly into my ear as he traces a hand along the edge of my t-shirt slowly making his way up my thigh toward my apex. The sound that comes out of me is basically a whimper as he stops right before my entrance and it's all I can do not to buck my hips forward into him as he slides down placing kisses on my abdomen and thighs.
“Noah,” I whisper between labored breaths. Christ, this man is going to be the death of me. At this rate he won’t even have to touch me to finish me off.
I move my hand between my legs, reaching for my clit, needing something, anything but he quickly grabs my wrist and pins my hand at my side.
“No, that is solely for me tonight. Now, be a good girl and stay still while I worship this beautiful pussy of yours,” he says with such a commanding manner that I freeze, and the bratty side of me wants to know what happens if I don’t.
“And if I don’t?”
“Bad girls don’t get rewarded with orgasms,” he says instantly, not missing a beat. “And then I have to punish you. And, Ollie, in case you don’t remember, I'm impatient and need to taste you so be a good girl and let me eat.”
Well, shit, that was hot. I don’t think anyone has ever offered to reward me with an orgasm. And with the tension building inside me, I need this ache to subside, and I need it soon. I move my hips up again, trying to signal to him that I'm also impatient, when his tongue slowly flicks over my clit, and it's all I can do to stifle my moan.
“Fuck, Ollie, you taste so good,” he says between circles of his tongue on my clit while the other hand gently squeezes my nipple. “I want you to come for me, baby. I want to have you all over my face.”
