Page 58 of Because of Me

I know what he is saying. I love how he came to the same conclusion I did, even if hearing him say it cracks my chest in two.

“I know,” I whisper, bringing a hand to his cheek. I find it damp with tears that match those beginning to spill from my eyes. “Can we forget about it? For tonight?”

NOAH

Sleep never came. The weight of my unwanted realisation hit hard, and every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Amira. I didn’t even notice the way I’d gravitated onto her side of the bed to hug her pillow. I’m doing my best to ignore the wet patch under my cheek from the tears I gave up holding in.

One more night, I’d told myself. Then we’ll talk. I’ll try one more time to show Amira how deeply I feel for her, and I’ll hope it’s enough for her to want me to stay. But I know what she needs, and that’s time away from me. I hate it, but all I can do is cross my fingers and hope it works.

When I hear Amira and Ella in the kitchen, I wipe my face dry and flip the pillow over. I lay still while she gets ready for bed, facing away from her but imagining the soft skin below her collarbone and the way her short pyjamas reveal the delicate curve under her ass. Even now, knowing all we need to talk about, knowing this is my last night in this bed, I can’t help the instant pull I feel towards her. Or the aching under my boxers as my cock begins to swell.

I only make it worse when I roll my body over hers to switch sides. She makes it better when she holds my face and rubs away my fresh tears with her thumb.

“Can we forget about it?” she whispers, our faces so close I feel the warmth of her breath on my lips. “For tonight?”

If I was a stronger man, I wouldn’t. I’d know more ofusisn’t what she needs and one night of being together isn’t going to make anything easier. But I’m not. I’m just as selfish as I’ve ever been. I close the gap between our mouths, kissing her softly. “For tonight,” I whisper into her mouth. Because of course I’ll give in. I always will when it comes to her.

Lowering my body further into hers, I still hold most of my weight on my elbows. Amira pulls my face closer, deepening the kiss. But there’s no race against time in the way our lips tangle and tongues crash. We savour every last second of this kiss, as though we both know it might be our last. I don’t want to think that, not now, not with my cock nestled between her legs and the ache in my balls that’s begging me to claim her. But I know it’s the coldest truth.

I take my time, soaking in the lingering taste of Rosé on her tongue. She responds in kind, wrapping her fingers around my head. The air grows hot and heavy as we chase down the feeling that lingers between us.

Shifting my weight onto one arm, I trace the lace lines of her thin tank. Goosebumps erupt under my fingers, and she whimpers when I reach down to slip my hand under the hemline. I claim the sound with my lips, continuing my delicate exploration of her body. The silky skin of her waist, the soft mound of her breast, the sharp peak of her nipple. I rub my thumb over it, grinding my lower half against hers.

Somehow, Amira squeezes her arms between us to tug at the waistband of my briefs. I shift my hips, letting her pull them down, and kick out of them when she can no longer reach. We move in tandem, never fully parting as she sheds her own thin layers.

“I …” she whispers, trailing off before finishing her thought then closing the gap between our mouths again.

My cock glides against her pussy, the dampness of her arousal coating my length.

“Please,” she whispers. Her hands pull me closer, and she wraps her legs around mine.

I’m notched at her entrance and desire screams at me to push in. To be wrapped in her. But I hesitate. “Is this still okay?”

“Yes, Noah. Please.”

Kissing her again, I take my time, edging in slowly as she stretches around my cock and relaxes into the feeling of having me inside her. I pause once I’m buried to the hilt, breaking the kiss to hold her upper body against mine.

“You were made for me, Cupcake.” I groan into her ear. “Every inch of you fits so well against me. It’s fucking perfect.”

I pull out until just the tip is notched inside her before thrusting all the way back in. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Before she can even think about rebutting—because I know she’ll try—I seal my mouth over hers. Our hips rock in time with the strokes of our tongues and it’s nothing like the last time. That was full of lust and craving and exploration.

But this?

This is full of love.

It pours out of us both, filling the room with lightning that zaps everywhere we touch. It’s raw and honest and shit if it doesn’t scare me, too. I knew where my heart was and in the back of my mind, I knew tonight was only going to make tomorrow harder to face. And it was the risk I knew I had to take.

Amira melts into me, into the mattress, holding me closer to her than I’ve ever felt with anyone.

“Noah,” she moans, rocking her hips against mine. Grinding together we pick up speed, building to an uncharted precipice even though we risk tumbling to the ground.

Pleasure builds not like a wave but like a typhoon. Slowly then all at once. Amira’s legs begin to shake around my waist as she races towards her own peak.

“Noah I … I—”

I cut her off with a kiss, too weak to hear what she was going to say. Thrusting into her, I leave wet kisses down her neck and over her chest until my body is curved over hers. I swirl my tongue around her nipple, drawing the firm peak into my mouth and sucking. My balls draw up and every bone in my body is on fire, the most excruciating pleasure taking over me.

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