Page 49 of Lovers in Lockdown

‘Noah,’ I plead, but this time it’s not release I’m begging for, though I will be in the next few moments, I’m sure, but rather for reassurance.

Reassurance that he’s not going to break my heart.

Because this is so much more than just lust for me. I’m in deep. Deep in a four-letter word beginning with L, that I’m not even ready to admit to myself yet. This infuriating, tone-deaf, incredible man has got my heart in the palm of his hand.

Noah’s eyes lock with mine, reading the message I’m writing for him in my mind.

Don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me.

He presses his lips to mine in a silent promise and, somehow, I trust him.

‘Condom?’ he asks, his lips still firmly sealed to mine.

‘Cabinet.’

God bless Reid and his lifetime supply of condoms.

Noah reaches over to the bedside table, finds a foil packet in the top drawer and tears it open with his teeth.

‘Ready?’

I’m more than ready. I’ve been ready since the moment I collided with him totally naked all that time ago. Since he told me about his upbringing. Since the day I asked him to stop, even though I wanted the complete opposite.

I’ve never been more ready for anything.

I open my legs for him in reply, causing Noah’s eyes to grow even darker than they were before. He sits up onto his knees and sheaths himself, his cock twitching, as desperate for me as I am for him

And then, finally, he’s cupping my cheek and kissing me softly as he guides himself inside me. Stretching me. Filling me.Completing me.

‘Shit, Honey, you’re so tight. So fucking tight,’ Noah moans into my mouth.

I tilt my hips to meet him as he thrusts into me, slowly at first, and then faster. Harder.

I can feel every part of him, every ridge, every inch, the sensation more intense than anything I have felt before. His breaths are short and raspy as he plunges into me and I meet him thrust for thrust, giving it back just as good as I’m getting.

‘So - good,’Noah groans into my neck, and goddamn if his moans aren’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. ‘Fuck - Honey - nothing - better.’

I claw at his back, at his hair, at his arms, as he drives into me. His lips find my neck and suck at the skin there, and I don’t even care that there will be a mark left there tomorrow because my body is on fire. My senses are on overdrive. The thought of him marking me makes me wilder.

I can feel him everywhere.

He’s so deep inside me. His hips are thrusting uncontrollably. His breaths are laboured and they mirror my own. He hooks my leg over his shoulder and slides his hands under me, tilting my hips towards him, reaching that stop inside me that has my body ascending the magical stairway to heaven.

‘Come for me, baby,’ Noah growls and at his command, I’m thrown off the edge.

Falling, yet flying. Tumbling through the realms of ecstasy as the orgasm tears through me with a force so strong it could rip the world apart.

Seriously.

Someone call Switzerland and tell them to shut down the Large Hadron Collider, because particles are being made in my pussy right now. No. Not just particles. Entire fucking solar systems can be created by the power of this orgasm. I can actually see the purple shimmers of the milky way.

‘Oh fuck - Honey - I’m - gonna…’Noah’s hips drive into me even faster than before, his rhythm erratic and out of control. Buried deep inside of me, he finds his own release, shuddering and moaning my name over and over again until all that exists is the sound of our breathing and the feeling of Noah softening inside me.

We lie together in the afterglow, our chests heaving as we fight to catch our breaths.

‘Honey, that was -’ Noah breathes, pressing his lips to my forehead.

‘I know.’

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