Page 6 of Poems He Wrote


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-Two years ago-

Oh. My. God. His lips are plump and soft, claiming mine as if that’s the only way for him to stay alive. He tastes like fruit punch and a hint of vodka. As his tongue keeps exploring and running over mine, I can’t get enough, I need more. I pull him in, feeling his body mold to mine, and I still need more. He grunts, slightly pushing my thighs apart with his knee, but I still need him closer. Breaking our kiss, I lean my head on the wall behind me, but Noah closes in. I dart my tongue across the seam of his lips.

“Fuck…” he whispers, his eyes sealed shut, and I do it again, making my way in.

Licking, tasting, probing, heat fills my veins, burning everything in its way. I pull at his hair harder, his body responding with hitching my dress higher up my legs. He grips the material so hard it makes a ripping sound. I need to feel him on my skin. I am desperate. Nobody’s ever looked at me like this, like I ameverything. I feel like his hands would burn the skin on the path they take over my body and there is this deeply disturbing need in me to check if it’s true. If I went up in flames right this second, it would’ve been worth it.

“Touch me, Noah.” A moan slips through my lips.

“Say that again, Ljubavi.” he rasps.

“Touch me, Noah. Please.” I whine, pushing my hips higher to meet his own, the hardness and the length I feel there making me shiver.

He chuckles, his voice as low as it could get.

“I’ll do anything for you, Ljubavi, as long as you keep askingso nicelyfor it.”

His fingers finally find the edge of my dress, the tips of them grazing my skin. I am melting away as goosebumps coat my body. The wetness pooling in between my thighs is slowly smearing and dripping down them, and I keep trying to press them together. My whimpers grow louder as his touch gets closer to my center. My pussy is pulsating around emptiness, protesting. Whilst one of his hands explores my most intimate part, the other is gently wrapped around my throat, holding me in place.

Fuck, the things it does to me.

It feels completely euphoric, like I might die if he takes his hands away.

Noah moves my black lace panties to the side and slides one digit through my slickness. Sound coming out of my mouth doesn't sound like me at all. It’s needy and desperate. Retracting his finger, he breaks our kiss and lifts it in front of our faces.

“Look how wet and ready you are for me, Ljubavi. I bet you taste like heaven too.” Looking straight into my eyes, he licks his finger clean, humming coming deep from his chest.

“Jesus…”

“It's me doing this to you, love. He has nothing to do with the wetness between your gorgeous thighs. It’s allme.” he rumbles or even growls, cupping me over the lace and dipping two fingers into me.

I moan as my knees weaken, afraid we might get caught since I’m not exactly being the quietest girl right now. Grabbing his hand to keep him in place, I lead us to the door slowly. My back pushes through the entrance so suddenly I lose balance and his fingers slip out. Aching consumes my insides, but I use it to pull Noah to the stairway.

“It’s flat thirteen, follow me.” I say, hurrying my steps, trying to pull my dress down.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He grips my arm from behind and pushes it away, “The view from back here is amazing, I finally have some light so that I can see this gorgeous body. Look at you, fucking delicious.”

I clench my fists at my sides, uneasiness scorching me from the inside. How could stretchmarks and cellulite be amazing? Is he lying to me?

***

The keys jiggle in my unsteady hands, making me simmer with anger.Fuck this lock. His palm covers mine, gripping my fingers so tightly I release the door handle with keys still jammed inside. He kisses my neck, softly, yet sloppy and sensual, then moves to my shoulder. His other hand pulls my hair tie off, and as my semi-wet hair falls free, he drops to his knees.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” he says, his nose nudging my behind. This man will be the end of me.

“We are almost in…” I respond, my hips pushing into his face.

“Oh, Ljubavi, I already am.” He pushes his tongue inside me and splits me in half, causing liquid lava to surge through my veins.

Spreading my cheeks, he’s holding me firmly in place. His mouth sealing around my entrance, drinking me in. His strokes are precise, and it makes me question if he was made just for me. Right pressure, right rhythm, right everything. I don’t understand the words I’m mumbling, yet it seems he does, because the speed of his movement increases, reaching even deeper. I feel my orgasm rushing to me, fire pooling in my lower stomach. He presses his thumb to my clit, and then it hits me. I press my face harder into the door, pushing my ass into him. My release finds me. The guttural sound echoes through the hallway as he licks me clean. His tongue gently caresses my clit.

After a few beats he spends softly stroking my hip, he stands, wrapping one of his enormous hands around my throat.

“That was fucking divine, Ljubavi.” he rasps, grabbing my chin to turn my face to his. Those gorgeous black eyes deepen as they dip to my lips.

I bend slightly and swipe my tongue across his soaked jaw, collecting the remains of my arousal. I’ve never tasted myself on someone else before. No one’s ever done this to me. His chest rumbles and his eyes darken at my gesture.

“We can go in now.” he says, grabbing the keys, “Let me open this for you.”

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