Page 43 of Because of Me

Noah sits in the chair and pulls me onto his lap, my legs falling either side of his thighs. He grips my waist, pulling me into him with the tie hanging in his fingers over my leg. “You trust me?”

His voice has turned guttural, into a sound that makes my insides squirm and my pussy throb. “Yes,” I moan, feeling his length thicken through all the layers between us.

“And do you believe I trust you?”

He grinds into me when I nod, the friction sending shockwaves through my body.

“But you don’t trust yourself?”

“No.” I lean back, furrowing my brow. “I don’t.”

To his credit, Noah doesn’t miss a beat. He grinds into me again and I fall into him. “Kiss me,” he growls into my ear. It’s not a request, it’s a command. And I like it. A lot.

I do as he asked, gripping his face in my hands and pressing my lips against his. He lets me take the lead, opening up as I run my tongue along the seam of his mouth, and tilting his head as we deepen the kiss. I take my time, exploring him, savouring in the way the sweet icing has lingered on his tongue. Noah rocks his hips against mine and need pools low in my belly. I may not know what I’m doing when it comes to this relationship, but I do know I want this. I want Noah over and over again because everything he can give me will never be enough. We kiss like we are starved for one another.

Noah’s grip on my waist tightens, then drops away as he reaches up to place his hands over mine. He loops his tie around my fingers as he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against mine.

His chest heaves with each breath and he gulps before he speaks. “Tie my hands behind the chair.”

My heart just about stops beating. “What?”

“I trust you,” is all Noah says in response.

Unease clouds my vision. “I don’t … What … I …”

Words escape me, but around the haziness in my periphery something else begins to swell. It throbs in my core and catapults my heart back to a racing speed.

“Trust yourself,” Noah whispers. “Everything else we can figure out as we go, but without trust, we have no hope. Maybe this will help you believe in yourself.”

My legs shake as I stand from his lap. With delicate fingers, I pull his arms behind his back, and my fingers shake as I wrap the tie around his wrists. “I don’t know how to tie the knot.”

“Just tie a bow, you don’t need to earn a scouts badge.”

I weave the ends of the tie around the spokes of the chair and tie a haphazard bow. Noah tugs gently, and I swallow down the lump in my throat when it holds.

“Now what?” I ask with a shaky breath.

“That’s up to you.”

Right.The thing is, I’m not good at this. It never mattered if I was with a woman or a man, I always managed to let them take the lead. It’s never quite been on the same level as when Noah took control, but I have always been a bit of a passenger princess. I’m about to say as much when Noah counters my words before I speak them.

“The first morning. That was all you. You can do this.”

And maybe it’s the memory of riding his hand, or maybe it’s just Noah’s confidence in me, but desire begins to surge through my veins. I rip my T-shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of my leggings. Looking down at my body, I say a silent thanks to this morning’s Amira, for putting on a cute black matching set. It’s notsexybut it’s maybe a little sultry, and that’s miles better than the sports bra and years old panties I often wear.

To stop my hands from shaking, I drop them onto Noah’s shoulders. Leaning over him, I nibble his earlobe and stretch my arms over his front to undo the buttons of his shirt. Pulling it open I trace along the ridges of his abs. My heart beats against his back, but Noah keeps his breaths steady. He hums in time with the movement of my fingers against his skin.

Leaning over him as far as I can, my hands still don’t reach as low as I want. I’m barely grazing the waistband of his pants. With a sigh, I bring my hands back to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off them. It stretches across his biceps before getting stuck, so I plant a kiss on his upper back before making my way around him.

Noah groans, tugging at his arms as I drop to my knees in front of him. I press my palm along the bulge in his pants and my pussy aches at the thought of him. He filled my mouth so well; it’s going to be a stretch, butGodI can’t wait to feel how full he makes me.

His button catches as I undo it, but when I get the zipper down Noah lifts off the seat so I can pull his pants off. Wasting no time, I take his underwear down with them. His cock springs free, and Noah gasps.

“Cupcake,” he growls as I run my tongue from the base right up to the tip. I flatten my tongue against the head, savouring the taste of him that’s already spilling out.

I stand in a rush. Screw the foreplay, I want him inside me. Now. “I have an IUD,” I announce. The rational part of my brain knows there’s more to protection than birth control, but my body doesn’t care. I want to feel his skin against mine, I want to know there is nothing between us. “And I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested.”

A deep grumble reverberates through Noah’s chest. “My tests were all negative too.”

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