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Noah has always been impressive—almost a challenge to ride—and I love how he fills me up.
I start bucking my hips harder and harder, riding him. He has his hands on my hips, rocking me back and forth harder than I can do myself, driving deeper and deeper with every thrust. I brace myself with my hands on his chest and I feel his muscles moving under the skin as we fuck. But it’s not fucking. This isn’t just about getting off.
We’re together, and something passes between us that’s more than just sex. I don’t know if Noah feels the same—when I see the way he looks up at me, his eyes locked on mine, the color of the ocean so that I can drown in them—I feel like he does. This isn’t only sex, it’s making love.
It’s the first time I think about him in those terms, and for a moment, it scares me. But I push it away and rock harder, giving myself over to the pleasure growing inside me again, filling me up more and more until I spill over.
When I orgasm, I collapse on Noah’s chest, crying out, gasping for air. My body contracts, and waves of pleasure rock through me. Noah wraps his arms around me and holds tightly onto me. He takes over, bucking his hips harder and harder, fucking me from beneath.
He grows larger inside me, getting even harder as his strokes shorten and I cry out and moan as he draws out my orgasm. My body clamps down around his cock, squeezing him tightly as he thrusts. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and a moment later, he shoves himself into me as deeply as he can, and I feel him pulsing and throbbing, releasing everything he’s held back.
He fills me up more than he already does, and we ride out the wave of our pleasure together, melded into one being in a puddle of sweat on the mattress.
I stay on top of him like that for a long time. His heart hammers against my cheek at first, and slowly, it slows down to a calmer pace. His chest rises and falls beneath me, and I move with him.
The room is pitch black when I finally roll off him and he slips out of me.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper and tiptoe to his bathroom, where I clean up and splash cold water on my face to calm down a little. My cheeks are flush and my eyes are bright when I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize the person looking back at me.
I’ve always been careful, uptight, closed off. I’ve always arranged every single part of my life, made sure I have control. But the woman in the mirror looks disheveled and happy.
When I walk back to the bedroom, Noah has switched on the lamps on the nightstands and a warm light floods the room. He watches me as I walk to the side of the bed. I blush, but I don’t feel self-conscious—he looks at me like I’m a goddess and I love the way he makes me feel about myself.
“Come here,” he says when I slip under the thick covers with him and press my body up against him. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, drops a kiss in my hair, and it feels like this is exactly where I’m meant to be. This spot on his chest, in his arms, was made for me. It’s taken me too long to find my way back home.
Chapter 19
Raven
We lie in bed talking for hours. I can’t get enough of Noah. It’s like something between us cracked open when I came back to him, and we’re finding out everything about each other. He’s suddenly my best friend when we haven’t known each other very long at all.
But in a way, it feels like we’ve known each other a lifetime.
At midnight, Noah sits up.
“Are you hungry?”
I nod. “Starving.”
“Let’s find something to eat.”
I open my bags to find pajamas but I’m still freezing. Noah lets me wear one of his hoodies. It’s so large, I nearly drown in it. It’s thick and warm, and it smells like him. When he sees me in it, he grins.
“I like you wearing my clothes.”
“Me too,” I say.
He pulls on a hoodie against the cold, too. He looks buff in it, all muscle, and it doesn’t hang off his frame the way it does mine.
We walk to the kitchen in socks together.
Noah opens the fridge and frowns.
“I don’t have anything great. I buy a lot of my food at the training center.” He looks apologetic. “I can offer granola and yogurt.”
“That sounds great,” I say with a smile.
It’s too late for takeout, and even if it wasn’t, we have no phone lines and I wouldn’t want anyone out on the roads to bring it to us in this weather. Right now, granola and yogurt seem fit for a king.
