Page 44 of Because of Me

I nod, spreading Noah’s legs. I step between them and turn around, hooking my thumbs in my panties. Bending forward from my hips, I peel them over my hips and down to my ankles. My ass is in Noah’s face, his breath hot against my cheeks. I jiggle my hips, revelling in the hasty sounds Noah begins to make. He leans forward to kiss the underside of my butt, trailing his nose towards my centre. The chair creaks as he pulls against the ties on his wrists.

“Fuck, Cupcake, you’re so wet for me. Please come closer so I can taste you.”

I stand, turning to drop a finger to his lips and clicking my tongue. “I thought I was in control?”

His Adam’s Apple bobs. “Sorry, Cupcake,” he says with a smirk.

I position myself over him, stretching my legs either side of his waist and reaching between us position his cock at my entrance. Noah jerks at my touch. “Please,” he moans. “Please fuck me.”

He slips back into being submissive with ease, and I reward him by impaling myself on his impressive length. And I definitely overestimated my abilities.

Sucking in a gasp, I freeze, unable to move even if my body was ready. His cock fills me, stretching me to a point I’ve never experienced.

“Are you okay?” Noah shifts his head to look at me. To his credit, he keeps his lower body still as he strains his arms. He’s fighting the urge to hold me; I can see it in the way his eyes are drawn down.

I force myself to breathe, leaning towards him to kiss away the lines between his brows. He kisses the soft skin below my chin, and I cup his face to bring our lips together.

There’s no haste in this kiss. It starts as a gentle peck, growing lazily as we tease each other with our tongues. Noah’s teeth graze against my lower lip and I moan into his mouth. His kiss relaxes me, like fine wine that drizzles down my skin until the feeling of being stretched eases into something else. I feel full and whole, and I trust myself as much as I trust Noah. I’m not going to hurt myself. I know my limits.

I rock my hips, tentative and testing. Pleasure coats me from the inside out and I drop my upper body into Noah’s. My clit grazes against his pubic bone as I ride his cock, and each back and forth movement brings me closer and closer to a precipice that feels entirely foreign.

It’s not just about having Noah’s arms tied behind his back. It’s about Noah. My heart flips and sinks and my pulse races with fear just as much as it does with arousal.

“Fuck Cupcake, you keep rocking your hips like that I’m gonna fill you up real quick.”

Grinding down, I clench my muscles around him as best I can. “You already are.”

My legs grow weak. Adjusting myself over Noah, I reach behind him to undo the knot. He doesn’t miss a beat, scooping me into his arms the second they are free. His hands grab at my ass and hips, hoisting me up and down as he thrusts into me.

I want to scream his name, but the air is long gone from my lungs and I think I’ve lost the ability to speak altogether. I gasp as every muscle in my body begins to spasm.

“You feel even better coming on my cock than I thought you would. Fucking hell,” Noah moans against my neck. “Please,” he begs, “can I come inside you.”

As my release washes over me, I giggle into his hair. “You fucking better.”

With a few more powerful thrusts, Noah stretches out my orgasm as his own takes over.

NOAH

I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve woken up like this. Amira’s hair covering my face, my arm draped over her body, our legs tangled together. But all the times that came before were laced with a subtle awkwardness. We’d peel away as we woke up, apologetic and humbled. The way our bodies moved in our sleep meant nothing.

At least that’s what we told ourselves.

But this morning? It’s different. There’s no bashful slipping apart. I don’t manoeuvre my hips away to hide my morning erection—if anything, I grind a little closer. Amira doesn’t pull the blankets over her body as she rolls away—if anything, she scoots back a little more.

In many ways, I think our bodies have come to terms with what went down between us easier than our minds have. I’m still reeling with what it might mean, what I want it to mean. Amira may say—and show—that she likes to be a little submissive when it comes to sex, but she took on the role of being in charge with ease. I was well and truly at her mercy andGoddid she make it worth it. Her body grinding against mine, her pussy wrapped around my cock. It was a dream. And if it wasn’t for the way she clings my hand against her chest, I would think I’d just woken up from it.

“Good morning,” I whisper into her hair. I thought the way she always smells so sweet was because of her baking, but it must be her shampoo. The fruity blend tingles my nose, and I want to bottle it up just so I can be reminded of her whenever we’re apart.

Amira hums sleepily, stretching her body against mine. Whether it’s intentional or not, I don’t know, but her ass grinds against my crotch. The friction is barely enough for my semi-hard dick, but it swells at the attention.

We spent the evening in each other’s arms, watching the same regency show Ella always has on before retreating for an early night. But even though I wanted to, we didn’t have sex again. The moment felt too … close. Sure, the sex was what got us there, but I need to convince Amira that this feeling between us is not born of convenience, and fucking her senseless is not going to help my case.

This morning though, the idea sounds absolutely delightful. I know how she feels bouncing in my lap, but I want to know how snuggly I fit between her legs. I want to feel her writhing beneath me. I want to know what she tastes like.

I want to learn every inch of her body and exactly where I should kiss to bring goosebumps to her skin.

I want to spend the rest of my life exploring her. Knowing her.

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