I whimpered in response, grabbing the pillow near me and sliding it beneath my head, gripping each side. My eyes closed on their own as I prepared for him to push back into me, but he didn’t.
Anticipation grew thick, and at such an exposed angle, a wave of self-consciousness trickled through my veins like ice. Pushing up to my hands, I looked over my shoulder and found Noah slowly stroking himself, his eyes hooded with desire as he stared at my pussy. “What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes transfixed by the movements of his hand pumping his cock. The need to put pressure between my thighs had me moving my legs together.
“Don’t you dare,” he snarled. “I’m enjoying the view. Play with your pussy for me.”
Biting my lip, I continued to watch him stroke his cock while I snaked my hand down to toy with my clit. The sensation of my fingers on my clit and watching Noah had me moaning and pushing a finger into my wetness, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more friction. Adding another finger, I pleasured myself languidly, putting on a show for Noah while he watched with a feral gleam in his eyes.
“Like what you see?” I asked, removing my fingers and smearing my wetness around my clit before rubbing it in small motions. I was drenched. I had never experienced a feeling like this—feeling as though I was the one in control of both of our pleasures. It felt like I had Noah in the palm of my hand and the way he was looking at me confirmed that thought.
I felt sexy, free, and in control of my body—not ashamed or self-conscious of it. The feeling had me embracing it and I loved seeing that I could bring this man to his knees, literally naked and vulnerable.
Without knowing, Noah was giving me a gift. He was giving me confidence in my body by simply looking at me the way he was.
“I fucking love what I’m seeing, Flower. My turn to play.”
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled our bodies flush together, my back to his front, so that I was practically sitting back onto his lap and perfectly positioned to line up with his cock. Gripping his shaft in one hand, he aligned himself with my center and used my hips to pull me down completely, filling me to the hilt. His hand reached around and found my clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure on the sensitive ball of nerves before he moved small circles on it. Somehow, he knew exactly what my body needed.
Noah drove into me relentlessly, fucking me roughly while he played with my clit and pushed me closer to my release. The grunts and manic breathing coming from behind me gave a hint that he was on the edge too, and I was desperate to return the pleasure that he’d been giving me. Reaching below me, I found his balls and massaged them gently while he continued to fuck me roughly from behind.
“Oh, fuck, Lily,” he breathed into the column of my neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. I could feel my wetness seep down to my hand, and I used it to spread around him while I massaged. “If you keep doing that, I’ll never last.”
“So don’t. Come, Noah. Take your pleasure.”
“Not before you get yours,” he growled, biting down on my shoulder and changing the pressure he applied to my clit. His other hand moved from my hip to my breast, and he began pinching and tugging at my nipple roughly. The combination of him pounding into me while rubbing my clit and abusing my nipple was too much, and my body succumbed to the pleasure, nearly blindsiding me as my orgasm ripped through me.
“Noah,” I shrieked, tossing my head back to his shoulder.
Hearing his name on my lips sent him over the edge, and he thrust into me twice more before chasing his own release.
His movements slowed, and without pulling out of me, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist. We panted vigorously, catching our breath, and Noah peppered kisses along my shoulders and neck. “I’m a selfish man, Lily. I can’t live without you.”
“You don’t have to, Noah. I’ll be waiting.” Slowly, I pulled him out of me, flinching slightly at the soreness. He watched as I removed the condom for him, knotting it and setting it down on the napkin next to my abandoned breakfast. I turned back to him, crawling onto his lap so that I was straddling him. My arms draped around his shoulders and I ran my fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck.
“Three months is a long time,” he warned, agony leaking into his voice. He searched my eyes, seemingly wanting to say more, but he held his tongue.
I leaned in, kissing him gently at the corners of his mouth before placing a kiss to his lips, slowly coaxing our tongues together. We kissed softly, tenderly. It was the complete opposite of the frenzy we had just lost ourselves to. Something shifted between us in that moment, and I could feel the last piece of hesitation snap within me, no longer questioning whether I should be in a relationship, if I was ready for it, or if Ideservedit. I knew without a shred of doubt he was home.
“You waited a decade. I can wait a few months. I’m not going anywhere, Noah. As long as it takes,” I promised, holding his gaze and hoping that through my eyes he could see everything I was feeling for him.
Leaning his forehead against mine, he inhaled a deep breath, nodding his head against me before whispering, “As long as it takes.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY
Time was against us and two days was all we got before I had to leave. As much as I wanted to push it out and stay until the absolute last minute on Sunday, I knew I’d need to take this weekend and inventory everything needed for surveillance, and prepare myself to become Joseph Kent. I wasn’t a fucking actor, but I would become one real fast.
Lily and I hadn’t left my house in almost forty-eight hours, most of which were spent in bed exploring each other’s bodies, fucking hard, and making love. I was completely addicted to her and I couldn’t get enough, and it appeared she couldn’t get enough of me either by the way she met my frenzy.
She was making me wish I could quit my job just so I could stay here with her.
The last forty-eight hours had shifted something between us, something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but I knew we would never go back to how it was. The games were done. I would never seek to make her jealous again, and I would never deny her anything she asked of me.
Now the only thing standing in the way of us was the next few months. Never in my life have I wished that I had a time machine until now. I would give anything to fast forward to when she’ll be back in my arms, or rewind to when I should have denied this assignment.
Lily leaned against me, sitting between my legs one step lower than me on my front porch, and I slowly ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. It was messy and a little tangled after spending so much time in bed, but with her relaxed into me, I patiently worked through the knots with my fingertips.
“I can’t believe after everything, I have to say goodbye to you right now,” I murmured, my shoulders sagging slightly in response to the defeat I felt.
“It’s only temporary. Let’s just do what we can to make the best of it,” she said with a sigh and leaned her head into my hand that was woven into her hair. “How often can I expect to hear from you?”