Page 71 of Catching My Dreams

His hands weren’t careful or hesitant as they gripped her hips and pulled her body closer to his. His mouth wasn’t gentle or cautious when his tongue pushed against her own or when his teeth dug into her bottom lip. He wasn’t wary or tentative when he thrust his hips up and ground himself against her.

And Ella loved it.

Her hands explored his shoulders and chest, wandering over the hard lines of his muscled body. She moved her hips in circles, pressing herself against the hardness covered by his boxer shorts, and her lips curled up in satisfaction when Noah groaned against her mouth.

He pulled away from her long enough to say, “I need you,” and then his lips were devouring hers again.

He pulled her pajama shirt over her head, groaning a curse between heated kisses when his thumb grazed over the peak of her breast. His fingers teased her, brushing over her almost too softly before his palms cupped both of her breasts, and she moaned against his lips.

The sound seemed to snap Noah’s restraint. He flipped them over, putting Ella on her back and settling himself between her legs in one smooth movement.

He yanked her shorts down, probably stretching the material, but Ella didn’t care. Not when his mouth moved down to her chest, and his thumb found the bundle of nerves between her legs and started moving in slow circles.

Ella writhed beneath him. Everything he was doing was somehow both too much and not enough. Her body was on fire, every nerve awake and buzzing, but she needed more than just his fingers. Noah didn’t listen to her pleas for more, though.

His thumb continued to work her, the circles became smaller and smaller until she was gasping for air and her hands were clutching at his shoulders, her nails pressing crescents into his skin.

“I need you to come for me, El,” he whispered into her skin before his lips traced a line up her neck and his teeth gently nipped at her earlobe.

She didn’t need much more incentive than that.

With only a few more tight circles of his thumb, she came undone. His name fell from her lips in a breathy moan, and wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body, making her vision turn white and her back arch off the bed. Noah didn’t let up until her hips had stilled and her fingers had released their bruising grip on his arms.

“So beautiful,” he told her, placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “You have no idea how hot you are when you come for me.”

Ella’s core clenched, the orgasm he’d given her not enough to quench her desire for him. She reached for him, running her hand over him through his boxers. “Then you better take these off and make me come again.”

Noah swore under his breath and didn’t waste any time taking off the last item of clothing separating them. He hovered over her, his hands bracketing her head, and the way he looked down at her…

Ella had no words for it, but she knew without a doubt that he was as head over heels for her as she was for him. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, and none of the mistakes they’d made in the past mattered anymore.

It was just the two of them in that moment. No ugly history. No burdens. No worries. Just the two of them staring into each other’s eyes and knowing that the other one had their heart, completely and irrevocably.

“Please, Noah,” Ella said, her words laden with need, with desire.

And Noah didn’t keep her waiting. He pushed into her slowly, letting her body get used to the size of him before he pulled back and thrust into her with more speed. A gasp escaped her lips when he pushed into her again, filling her completely.

“Fuck, Ella,” he groaned, going still above her and closing his eyes in an expression of pain. “You feel too good.”

Her walls tightened around him at his words, and his eyes snapped open, the startling blue color of his irises looking darker and stormier. He started moving again, his thrusts hard but achingly slow.

“I’ll never get enough of you.” His hips drew back slowly. “Of this.” He thrust into her hard enough that Ella moved up the mattress.

She tipped her head back and squeezed her thighs tighter around him, reaching behind her to place her hands on the headboard. The next time he pushed into her, she didn’t move an inch, her hands on the headboard keeping her in place and ensuring he could get as deep as possible. They both groaned.

Ella swirled her hips, pressing herself harder against him, and Noah snapped. His next thrust was just as brutal as the last, but his pace became almost punishing. He pounded into her, each snap of his hips sending Ella closer to the edge, and when he pressed his mouth to hers, his lips and tongue were ruthless in their claiming of her.

She wasn’t sure she could take much more, and just when she was certain she’d pass out from the overwhelming pleasure, Noah shifted. He lifted himself, leaning back on his haunches, and he grabbed Ella’s ankles, adjusting her legs so they were draped over his shoulders.

His next thrust was so deep she sucked in a ragged gasp. She could feel him everywhere.

“Yes,” she hissed when he repeated the movement.

“I’m yours,” he told her, his breathing just as stilted as her own and his eyes heavy-lidded. “I’ve always been yours.”

His pace was relentless, the hard lines of his abs standing out and his skin dotted with sweat from the exertion. He looked like a god, his muscles tensed, his eyes that gorgeous shade of blue, and strands of his brown hair brushing over his forehead to kiss the top of his eyebrows. He was beautiful. So beautiful it almost hurt to look at him. So beautiful it was unfair.

“And I’ll always be yours,” she breathed out before she came with a strangled gasp.

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