Page 93 of Echoes of Us

He laughed again. “I know what you mean.” He licked his lips. “Are you asking me if I’d like to fuck you? Because the answer is a resounding yes. I just really want you to do it too. I’d prefer it.”

I hated and loved how crass he was with things like these. Hearing him talk like that did weird things to my head.

“Why?”

“I’ve told you—you look like you were made for it. I love your strength, especially because you’re careful when you want to be. I think that combo makes me so sure I want it.”

I shifted my weight, and he moved closer to my lap. His eyes darted downwards and back to my face, his smile stretching into a grin.

“And judging by this—” he eased his weight down on my erection to get his point across, “—so do you,” he finished, tilting his head attractively.

I flattened my lips together, embarrassed. “Fuck off,” I said.

He let out a soft snort of amusement. “Don’t be like that. I love how much you want me. It drives me crazy when you don’t hold back,” Noah whispered against my cheek. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I didn’t think it could ever be this intense. You don’t know how grateful I am that you like how I look so much.”

“It’s not just how you look.”

“I know that, Atty, but you’re still a sucker for my smile.” His lips curved into that familiar grin, and he kissed my cheek. He wasn’t wrong about that.

I ran my hands down his back, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips. I guided his hips closer to mine, our bodies aligning seamlessly.

“Let’s go to your bed,” I suggested, my voice barely a whisper against his ear.

“You don’t want to fool around on the couch?” he asked playfully.

“I don’t want to fool around.”

He stopped moving. Noah’s eyes met mine, searching for confirmation, his lips slightly parted as he processed my words. “Are you…?” He ran his tongue over his lips. “Does that mean what I think it means?” he asked, hopefully.

I nodded.

He pushed off my lap, got up, and offered me his hand. I took it, and he led me to the room, his smile growing uncertain, as if he couldn’t believe this was real.

Noah climbed onto the bed, kicked off his shoes, and led me over him. He kissed me slowly as I reached for his waist, slipping my hands under his shirt. I wanted him so much. Noah knew exactly how to drive me crazy. He rubbed his leg slowly over mine, then held me firmly, pressing his hips up. He was hard too. His hands found my waist, pulling my shirt off. I moved to give him room, and he leaned forward, reaching for my jeans. He didn’t stop kissing me as he pushed them down, along with my boxers, giving me a firm grabbefore lying back on the bed. I finished kicking them off and started undressing him too.

When I was done, I rested my weight on him, feeling his hot skin against mine and kissing his collarbone. Noah reached for his bedside table. I heard him fumbling and looked up. He placed the lube on the bed and a condom. The implication made my nerves kick in. He pressed his lips together, clearly holding back.

“What?”

“I got the magnum.” He burst into laughter when I rolled my eyes.

“You’re an idiot, Noah.”

“I’m kidding. Come back here.”

He captured my lips. He deepened the kiss, keeping his pace slow, causing me to lose myself in him and forget my nerves. Doing this was easy with him. It felt like my body had a mind of its own. After this week, I knew what to do to him. I had memorized where he liked to be touched and kissed. I knew the sensitive spot on his neck and how hard he wanted my hands to press into his skin.

I reached for the lube, and we went through the familiar motions of getting him ready. He insisted I not suck him off while I did it, so I just kissed his neck and chest as I worked my fingers into him. I lost myself in that, too. I loved how he pushed down on my hand and let out soft moans, each one growing louder.

“Atty,” he moaned.

I groaned against his skin. I loved how he said my name. “Is that okay?” I asked, running my tongue over his skin.

“Come up here,” he said, his voice breathy and urgent.

“I can’t reach,” I told him, my lips brushing against his collarbone.

“I know, come up here,” he repeated, arching as I pulled my fingers from him.

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