Page 13 of Return To You

His throat bobs before his lips descend to mine again, and this time, he kisses me gently as one hand goes between us, the sound of his buckle clanging as he unbuckles his belt, the other going to my back, unclipping my bra.

I moan as the fabric falls, and step forward, pressing my breasts to his chest, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact.

He breaks the kiss and turns us, so my back is against the wall, then gently kisses down my neck to my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth, making me gasp at the sensation and the rush that shoots between my legs, wetness building.

He gives the other one just as much attention, nibbling it before gently kissing down my body. He looks up and makes eye contact as his lips touch my pelvic bone over the fabric. I don't look away as he glides the material down my legs, helping me outof them and the dress that was pooled at my feet, then removing my heels, kissing each ankle. He never breaks the contact as he glides his hands up the outside of my legs to my hips, and grips hard. He leans forward slowly, giving me an out before gently licking me, his tongue hitting the nub that's poking through my folds.

I gasp, breaking eye contact as I throw my head back, and he moans and spreads my folds before eating me like he is starved. My legs automatically shake as he groans, his hands moving and gripping my butt to keep me to him.

"Oh, my…." I gasp as my stomach tightens, and he sucks my clit into his mouth hard. I see stars as wetness gathers between my legs, which nearly give out as a feeling overtakes me.

My body shakes as he licks around my mound before I slide down the wall.

Noah catches me, picking me up bridal style, then lays me on the bed, his body automatically coming over mine.

I feel his member touch my leg, making me open my eyes.

When on earth did he take his slacks off?

His eyes are pinned to mine as he moves his left hand to the side of the bed, and I hear the crackling sound of a condom. Without breaking eye contact, he sheaths himself, placing the tip of his member at my entrance, then grabs hold of my hands, placing them on either side of my head, linking our fingers.

"Last chance, Rose," he says firmly, and I smile, squeezing his hands.

I reply, “Take me, Noah, make me yours, and you mine."

He smiles, leaning down, "Petal, we always belonged to each other, this just ties you to me always."

With that said, he kisses me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and making me taste myself, which isn't too bad, to be fair.

Slowly, he moves his hips and pushes inside, moving in and out of me bit by bit, my walls contracting, trying to push his very large member out, but I relax, not wanting him to stop.

He gets deeper each time he presses in, before he stops, reaching my barrier. He pulls away from the kiss, and I squeeze his hands as we lock eyes. He must see what he needs to because one moment he's watching me, and the next he thrusts forward hard, breaking through my virginity, and I gasp, a few tears falling, a sharp pain shooting between my legs, making me want to push him away, but I hold still.

He groans, keeping still, placing his forehead against mine. "Fuck, Rose…."

I breathe heavily and squeeze his hands again, causing him to look at me. I whisper, "Kiss me, Noah…."

He smiles, then leans down, pressing his mouth against mine. I open instantly, needing his tongue, his taste, and he obliges, allowing our tongues to massage against each other's until my body relaxes. As soon as I stop squeezing his hands, he starts to thrust shallow and slow, not once breaking the kiss.

Pleasure shoots through me as the pain subsides, and I start to thrust back, making him moan as we make love, not going too quick or too slow, just enjoying each other's bodies, learning what we both like. Nothing else matters now, only he and I becoming one.

The man overrides my thoughts and body, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

four

Noah – Three Weeks Later

I chuckle,watching Cameron tackle Barnett to the ground before looking around the school’s sports field, trying to find my redhead among all the people laughing and talking everywhere.

Today is our graduation, a ceremony I didn’t want to take part in, but a certain redhead who fucking owns me begged, and I can’t seem to say no to her.

“Dude, seriously, I didn’t take your fucking sandwich,” Barnett claims, making me look his way to see Cameron has him in a head lock. I grin, knowing he’s full of shit, the mayo still around his fucking mouth.

I shake my head at the idiots and look around the field again.

Where the fuck is she?

I frown, eyeing everyone around but not seeing my girl.

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