Page 59 of Lift Me Up

He snorts, tone light and teasing back with a hint of promise, "Believe me, when I don't feel like I'm going to fall over, I have so, so many plans for you."

"Promises, promises."

I think I hear him mutter brat under his breath, but then he's doing as he promised. He takes my mouth and uses it just like he wants, edging himself in the process because I change the pressure on him, use my tongue to do all the wicked things. His hands are fisted in my hair, pulling just enough to make me shiver and smile around him. I have to wonder how both roles can possibly feel this... right? So right, too right. I love the feeling of him taking what he needed just as much as reciprocating the same to him. Where I am teasing and sometimes mean in a way I know he likes, Noah is focused solely on pleasure. I give almost too much, hold nothing back. He wants to make me fall apart from everything being too much.

"Get up here," he murmurs on a particularly hard thrust, causing me to splutter against my gag reflex.

I do, slowly rising from my spot on the floor with his help, and falling into his hold, legs like jello. His kiss envelopes me in heat and makes my knees weaken more. When I feel his hand trail down my body and slip under my leggings, feeling just how wet I am, it feels like I'm on fire; I'm that turned on. He has to hold me up, because the moment his fingers graze over my swollen, sensitive clit, I shatter.

"Oh, good girl." He breathes in my ear, slightly surprised. I press my face in the crook of his neck, listening to the sound of him gasping when I bite him hard.

"Noah," I whimper.

"I know. I understand. It's okay. I'll take care of you. You did so well. I’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?"

"Yes,” I whine only once when his hand slips back out of my leggings.

I definitely don't react when he turns me around and pats me on the butt. "Naked on the bed for me. Face the headboard on your knees just like you were here."

We fit like two pieces in a puzzle. I listen, because I am curious to see if Noah can get me to the spacey place I can get him to, where it's easy to forget everything other than the person holding you in their arms. I don't even know if I can get there. But I damn well want to try. Giving and taking is a two-way street, after all.

"Wow." His voice sends vibrations up my spine as I sit up straight on the bed, facing the direction and in the position he asked for.

"Georgie."

"Yes?" I say with a wobble in my voice, feeling his weight shift the bed.

His hand trails down my spine, and I know he's seeing the scars on my back and on my shoulders. It pulls me out of the moment for only a second, because the moment he senses my panic or worry over the scars, his hand reaches between my legs and reminds me of where he wants my attention. His finger teases me once, twice, then dips inside and makes me shiver, sighing and falling forward to balance on my hands.

"Beautiful," Noah murmurs against my skin, kissing my shoulder.

"Thank you," I say, hearing him gasp when I clench around the finger inside me. I smile, hearing him chuckle.

"Naughty girl."

"I never promised to be good," I tease back.

He pulls the finger inside me out and then back in, hard. "Doesn't mean I can't fuck the attitude out of you."

Oh god.

Instantly clenching, feeling his finger, fingers? When had that happened? They press deep and hard and rub against my g-spot and make me fall forward, fully at his mercy and head resting against my forearms, biting down to keep from screaming. It's too much, too intense, his fingers are long and know exactly where they need to be and if I could form a sentence, I'd be saying every curse in the book. "Please. I need you."

"As you wish."

It's so quick; a quick pop of a lube bottle lid, a rip of a wrapper and then he's pressing into me fully, and my face is still hiding in the pillows. Future Georgie might regret this exertion and the flares that follow, but present Georgie doesn't even care. It's exactly what I want. It's rough, it's hard, it's going to leave me sore and aching and wanting him even more. He hits that right angle and I'm soaring. He's whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he does these wicked things to me and it's everything. His hand reaches around so he can rub and tease my clit as he pounds deeper into me over and over until I'm letting him know by way of the needy noises and a hitch in my breath that I'm close, so fucking close, oh god⁠—

"Good girl."

Those two words. Those two damn words send me over the edge. I come with a choked-out cry and Noah's name like a chant on my lips. It's the only word I know how to say. Noah thrusts right through it, our skin sticking together in every place we meet and slapping in time with his hips bucking into me. He comes a moment later, after I clench around him again and thrust back against him just to feel him more, even though I'm absolutely spent. I can't form the words, my head is spacey, my tongue heavy, my body trembling in aftershocks of a thorough fuck and it only calms when Noah slips out of me and pulls me into his arms. It's only then that I realize I'm crying.

"Are you okay?" Noah sounds concerned until he hears the bubble of a giggle from me.

"I'm so happy," I say with a wet laugh, sobbing into his chest.

"You're so beautiful, Georgie," he murmurs into my hair.

"I don't know why I'm crying—" I sniffle. He kisses my forehead, brushing my hair off my face and smiling at me.