Page 56 of Finding Noah
“I believe you.” I pulled my lower lip through my teeth. “I’ll always trust you.”
His eyes shadowed for just a moment. “I don’t know if I’m deserving of that trust—but I’ll definitely never abuse it.” He leaned over to lick a drop of precum from the tip of my shaft. “You ready?”
“Been ready for about thirteen years.”
He chuckled. “Never saw that. Not sure I’ll forgive myself for not noticing.”
Before I could respond, though, he lined his cock up with my entrance.
I grasped the sheets.
He pressed in ever so slowly. Barely a whisper, at first, but then with some insistence.
It hurt. I’d known it might—but knowing and enduring were two very different things.
Sweat broke out across his brow as he continued to press into me. “This is the worst of it. Once—” He let out a groan.
Something changed with me. Because the head of his cock was in? Perhaps. I was a little more naïve than I liked.
He held my gaze. “I’m going to move now.”
I nodded.
Slowly he pulled back a bit. Then he pressed forward. Back. Forward. Inch by inch.
The burn eased and a strange and intense pressure fell in behind it. I’d read accounts of this, and they were fairly accurate. I’d disregarded the ones that shouted about how good the first time felt. I’d also skimmed the horror stories. Knowing Noah would take care of me meant those things wouldn’t happen. I was certain of that.
“I’m bottomed out. Do you know what that means?”
I nodded. “That you can’t go in more.”
“And how do you feel?”
“Strange…?”
“Perfectly normal. Now, you can ask me to stop at any time. I should’ve said that before—”
“But you didn’t need to because I already knew. Make love to me, Noah. Show me how good it can feel.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I can do that.”
And he proceeded to.
Chapter Sixteen
Noah
While apparently Christian had spent half his short life imagining this moment, I’d had a couple of days. Since the first blow job, I’d tried to picture what this instant might look like. Might feel like. Even what it might smell like.
Whatever I’d thought, it paled in comparison to reality.
His flushed chest, neck, and face. His rapid breathing. The smell of sex and sweat.
For me? The tightness and heat from him. The unwavering trust emanating from him to me that overwhelmed. I hadn’t imagined it would be like this. That the emotional would be enough to break me wide open. To melt the ice around my heart. Because I could see now, in a way I’d never been able to before, that I’d never given myself completely to anyone—not even Leroy.
As I withdrew almost to the tip, then slid back, the realization hit me.
I can love this man.
