“You good?” he whispers into the shell of her ear, his cock motionless where it lies heavy between her legs.
Nora hums out an agreeable response, relief flooding her when his hand replaces hers to pick up where she left off. He doesn’t move his hips again, only massages where she’s throbbing, splaying his fingers around his shaft to gather some of the wetness and drag it up to her clit before mimicking the rhythm she started.
In a bold move, she does the same thing, reaching down to feel half of him still exposed, her finger teasing the point where they meet and he disappears inside her. Then he’s kissing her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth while his touch increases the pressure where she’s swollen. A thick forefinger flutters deep against her, chasing the spot that makes her writhe under him until that’s all she’s doing, writhing and rocking her hips. For the first time,she needs him to move.Doesn’t care if it burns when all her nerves are already on fire, begging for a release that’s building in her lower belly.
He does not move. Not a fucking inch, and she squirms, sliding along the length of him she’s able to take, planting her feet for leverage to chase what she needs. His fingers still stroke her carefully, though, caressing her toward oblivion, and that’s when she realizes he’s forcing himself to be still so she can find her orgasm in a way that feels safe. He could so easily shove himself forward and pound into her, but he is gentle like her heart always knew he would be. Then he dips his head and sucks a hardened nipple between his lips, and her back arches off the mattress, her inner walls clamping down on him, both sucking him in further while trying to push him out with the sheer force of her spasms.
When the thread holding her together finally snaps, she goes limp against the mattress, her body shivering with aftershocks, overstimulation twitching through her nerves as he begins to move again.
Her legs fall open wide, her eyes hooded as she mouths lazy kisses to the side of his neck, feeling him enter her fully for the first time. It’s so much easier now, when her body is sated and relaxed after an orgasm, to let him in. He meets no resistance as she opens for him like the petals loosening on a tightly shut rose. It takes only one deep thrust to have his public bone meet hers, and the tip of his cock rubbing against her front wall. They melt together as if she’d been waiting for him this whole time, and maybe she has been. Maybe it was always meant to be him. She only had to wait until fate dropped him in her path.
His teeth scrape along her shoulder in the same spot he almost bit into the other day, when he was suffering a migraine. Quick hips snap into hers once, twice, three times, and then she can feel the warm rush of him deep inside, filling her so completely that her whole body shudders and her hips tilt again on reflex, trying to accept everything he has to give.
The weight of him on her as he catches his breath is delicious. The smile on his lips that she can feel when he pushes them to hers has her heart twisting. Letting him go is the last thing she wants to do, and when he moves to lean back and sit up, a whine leaves her throat as he slips free.
He soothes a hand down her hip, looking every bit like the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen framed between her knees. His cock bobs in the cold air, still half hard, and her eyes go wide at realizing all of that was buried deep between her thighs a moment ago.
His attention is fixed in a similar place, a crease forming between his brows when a drop of his release leaks out of her.Two fingers slowly push it back in, and she shifts her legs, her body already begging for more.
“Soon. Gimme ten minutes and a protein bar, and we’re going again.” He grins.
She lets out a half-laugh. “You worked up an appetite already?”
“I’m hungry for a lotta things right now, sweetheart.” His thumb finds her center again, teasing in a flickering touch, as he licks his lips, the implication of his words clear.
Her eyes darken, and she forces herself still, even as she longs to chase his hand. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”
“I never do.” And then her stomach growls, breaking the heat between them, and he snorts, grabbing her hands and hauling her upright. “Busted. You’re hungry too, come on. Lemme cook you some morning-after food. And when I say morning after, I mean the night of.”
“And when you say cook, you mean rip open the wrapper for me?”
“Exactly.”
“How could I possibly resist?”
* * *
They’ve gone in search of snacks, ending up at one of the desks, her legs swinging off the edge while he rotates a few inches side to side in a rolling chair.
“Can I ask you something personal?” she begins.
Theo shakes his head, his tone deadpan. “Of course not. How dare you?”
Nora levels him with a persistent stare, a hint of a smile forming. “I’m being serious. And you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“Oh, now I’m worried. Okay, go ahead.”
“What made you decide to leave the family business? What was your last straw?”
She already knows that his relationship with his father and brother have been strained at best, but walking away from everything to farm fruits and make goat cheese is a drastic shift. Not that she has any reservations about his current lifestyle. She is only curious what could urge someone to finally make that leap.
He finishes the last of his protein bar, considering her question, but there’s a hesitation there that she feels guilty for prompting, hoping she hasn’t ruined the best night of her life by opening her mouth with a question that’s brought up bad memories.
“I’ve never felt like I belonged. Even as a kid, we all used to joke that I was adopted or switched at birth. There is a ruthlessness required to live that life, and I didn’t inherit that gene. Tried to force it a few times because I had little choice, but it was always so heavy, so…complicated in ways that make choosing the right thing, the kind thing, nearly impossible.” He leans back against the chair, legs crossed at the ankles, and sunlight glinting off his bare chest, lighting a trail down to where the waistband of his boxers begins. “My father would punish us…well, me, for unacceptable behavior by having me take responsibility for some random business task that always involved someone getting fired, or scolded, or whole departments being restructured.”
She wraps his shirt around her more fully as the heat in the room reaches its limit and briefly cuts off, allowing in the cold.
“You must grow a thicker spine, son,” he would say. “And then shove me out to inform people that their Christmas bonus was being held back due to poor work ethics. It was one of those things I’d grown used to, as awful as it was, until a few weeks before he passed, when he was fucking senile and delusional, and yet the board wouldn’t remove him. There’s a division that works on various treatments for children’s illnesses. Not for their benefit, of course, that’s only a byproduct, but simply to participate in the race for whatever cures or medications could be profited off them.”
