Page 34 of Echoes of Us

He kept pulling my face upward, and I tried to give him whatever he wanted. His hands moved back, slipping into my hair and holding me close. I stopped and leaned my forehead on his. My chest felt so tight.

He kissed the side of my lips, then my cheek, then tilted my head again to kiss my lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had him.

I touched my tongue to the edge of his lips, and he parted them more with each kiss. His tongue brushed against mine, and I shut my eyes tightly, swallowing before pressing closer. Tasting the inside of his mouth and feeling his tongue next to mine sent a thrill through me. I had nothing to go on, but I was sure a kiss couldn’t be more perfect than this. Nobody could be more perfect than him.

His hands twisted in my hair tightly, and he picked up the pace. The quiet sound of our kissing echoed in the room, making me hungry for more. I let go of him and wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him closer. I tried to slow him down, kissing him deeper when he wanted to pull back. He melted into me, and I sighed on his lips and into his mouth.

He stopped kissing me, and I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. His face reflected awe and disbelief.

“Wow,” he exhaled.

I couldn’t agree more.

He smiled and let out a breathy laugh. “Just, wow,” he whispered.

“Can I keep kissing you?” I asked, desperate to keep feeling him, tasting him.

“Yes, don’t stop, Atty. Kiss me all you want.”

I closed my lips over his again.

And again.

And again.

I let go of him and reached for his neck, the side of hisface, feeling the warmth of his skin as he moved against me. I ran my thumbs over his cheeks, feeling smooth skin on my fingers.

He pushed back gently and slipped off my lap. I watched him go regretfully, and he smiled at me. He sat back on the couch, grabbing my elbows and pulling me close to him, over him.

“What do you want?” I asked, pressing my hand next to his head to keep myself up.

“To feel you on top of me,” he said.

He pushed back to lie on the couch, and I followed him, resting my weight between his legs. I kissed him again. His mouth was so inviting, parting for me, reaching his tongue out and calling me back to it, over and over again.

“God, I love how big you are,” he said against my lips.

His hands were on my shoulders, feeling my back. I kissed the side of his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and down towards his neck. I knew how good Noah smelled, but taking him in this close was so different. I let my lips part and taste his skin, too, and he lifted his shoulder. I moved back a little.

“You don’t like that?” I asked.

“No, I really fucking like that. Do it again,” Noah said.

I did. I was kissing, nibbling, and sucking slowly on the skin of his neck. He made a sound; it was a soft moan, and it warmed me to my bones. I kissed my way back up to his lips, and when I reached him, he kissed me hungrily. His hands tangled in my hair, and his kisses started picking up speed, demanding more. I broke apart from him, and he tried to follow me. I stared at his beautiful green eyes and kissed him again, just once.

“Let me keep it slow, okay? I just want to make sure I don’t miss anything,” I asked.

He smiled. “You’re unreal,” he whispered.

I kissed him again. I slid my hand down his back, feeling my fingers tangle at the side of his shirt. I paused and thengot my hand into it, feeling the soft skin over his ribs like I had thought about doing so many times.

“I don’t know if I hate this shirt or love it,” I told him, kissing his jaw. His skin was warm against my lips, and the rumble of his laugh vibrated through my chest.

“You fucking love it. Why do you think I wear it so much?” he said, his voice laced with humor.

I smiled against the skin of his neck, breathing in his scent before kissing him again. I moved my hand over his arm, feeling the firm muscles from his elbow to his shoulder and back. I couldn’t believe I got to touch him like this.

“You really like my arms,” he said.

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