Page 10 of The Fate of Us

I don’t even have time to respond to his need before he is slamming into me. My back pressing hard into the wall as he pounds with heated force, taking everything I can give him. His lips are sloppy moving from my mouth to my ear to my neck but I don’t care. The heat between us has me just as needy and desperate as he is. I claw at his back, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

He growls as I grind hard on to his hips. He bites my neck, my shoulder. Every thrust getting more powerful as we both cry out in feral passion.

His hands move to my hips and before I know it he is slamming me down on his hard cock with such an intense pace, the pictures my aunt had hanging on the wall crash to the floor.

My need for Noah emotionally outweighs my need for him sexually but with every thrust I feel more connected to him than I ever felt before. This is what makes us work, what makes us need each other so badly. Our physical connection makes our emotional connection even stronger.

And with every lick of flame from his body and every moan from my mouth, we are both saying the things we are too scared to say out loud.

I watch him as he watches himself slide into me. My fingers trail up his abs, outlining each one before making their way up his chest. I circle his nipples with my nails causing him to say indiscernible words as he works us both to the edge. I finally make my way to his jaw and cup his face, forcing him to look into my eyes as I come apart in his hands. He follows at the same time, our gaze never breaking as we both ride out the wave of pleasure.

Only when he finally stops pumping and the pulses of my body slow, does he break our gaze as his lips find mine.

He hoists me back up around his waist, away from the wall as he carries me toward my bedroom. I nod in the direction of the last room.

He lays me down on the bed, pulling out of me, and I moan at the loss of him. He chuckles as he stands up. Pulling his jeans and briefs off. I go to take my clothes off but he tsks me.

His hands find their way back to my body, slowly pulling my pajama bottoms off. He pulls the cardigan off next before making his way to my tank top. He slides his hands over the tops of my breasts, squeezing my nipples firmly. He moves his hands under the tank as he straddles my thighs. His hands caress my stomach and sides before dipping between my thighs, dragging a finger in the mixture of my wetness and his juices. That’s when I realize we didn’t use a condom.

“Noah,” I moan as he works me into another moan.

“Hmm?” he asks with a grin.

“We didn’t use anything.”

He smiles up at me. “I know.”

My eyes bulge out of my head and I try to pull away from him but his muscular thighs keep me trapped in my position.

“I needed you, babe. I needed to feel all of you.”

“But…”

He takes his other hand and slides it from my breasts up to my neck before brushing his thumb over my lip. “We already talked about it. We’re both clean.”

We talked about it but never agreed to take the risk yet. But before I can remind him of that fact, he hooks his finger inside of me, pressing firmly into my G-spot. My entire body trembles as I feel a gush of heat between my legs.

I whine when he removes his fingers from me and slowly pulls my tank up my body, caressing my breasts, before pulling it over my head.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to the side of my mouth. “Are you upset?” he asks as his growing erection presses into the mound above my soaking pussy.

I shake my head, unable to form any words as he grinds his hips into mine at the same time he pinches my nipple hard between his fingers.

“Good,” he says against my lips. “Then I’m taking what’s mine again.”

I gasp as he slams home, my body crashing quickly into an orgasm with just one intense thrust from him.

He chuckles as I pulse around him, catching my breath from the surprise release I didn’t know was there.

He pulls back slowly before driving into me again. My eyelids flutter closed at the intense sensations pulsing through my entire body. Fuck condoms. This right here feels amazing.

I grip the sheets under me as he slowly pulls out. I wait in anticipation for him to use force again but he slowly slides back in. The pleasure is intense as I whisper his name over and over. But I need more, I need to feel his need, not this teasing that is driving me wild.

I attempt to spread my legs wider, to feel him deeper, but he has me caged in. He bends down and laughs in my ear before whispering, “Getting greedy, Anna May?”

The sound of my full name on his lips turns me into Jell-O. My body won’t stop radiating pleasure but for some reason it isn’t enough. I need more.

I wrap my hands around his ass, pushing him deeper inside of me but he’s too strong and holds off on the rhythm, his laughter filling the room.

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