Page 38 of The Fallen
“It’s our deal, right?” His eyes search mine for a second before I stand back up on my tiptoes and lean in to kiss him again. This time, his lips move against mine slowly, and his tongue eventually begins to lick at my lips, enticing me to open for him. My hands run over his shoulders and the muscles that aren’t very well hidden by his shirt.
“Slow down, Neve.” He takes his hands away from my waist as if it’s wrong to touch me all of a sudden.
“Why?” I pant, not liking that he’s stopping.
My courage to make this move is going to evaporate if he keeps putting the breaks on. He didn’t have any problem with sex the other morning, and all I could do was just lie there and let him … do it to me. Now, when I want to, it’s not working?
“Because you acting like this means I’m not going to hold back like before.”
I catch my breath at his words and look into his eyes, desperately searching for a sign this will be okay – that I’ll be okay, but how will I know? All I see is a darkening storm, and everything inside of me is screaming to get lost in it. In him.
I press my body against his so there’s no space between us. I can feel he wants this – that he wants me, and that’s enough. I run my hand between us, down over the bulge in his jeans. My hands work their way back up to his neck, and my fingers get lost in his hair. “Show me how it can be,” I whisper in his ear.
He picks me up so fast I gasp, and then he dumps me on the kitchen table. He splits my legs with his body, wedging himself between them. His hands start tearing at the buttons of my top, so I start the same, but my eyes stay locked on his. A wave of heat hits me at what we’re doing. For the first time in my life, I feel sexy. Naughty, even, and it only fuels me to go further.
The second my top is open, he starts pulling and pushing at the rest of my clothes. “Get them off, princess. I want you fucking naked.” He twists me, flipping me about as if I’m a rag doll so he can get to the rest of the material. The jeans get yanked along my skin, rough hands seeming desperate for me until he turns me back to face him.
His fingers reach for my neck, holding me tightly against the surface of the table. “You want this?” I nod, pant. “You’re gonna ask me for it?” He dips his head down to my nearly exposed chest, runs his tongue all the way back up to my chin. “Talk.” My mouth gapes, body shivers. I don’t know how to do that. “Gonna shove my cock balls deep inside your tight pussy when you ask for it.”
If I didn’t feel hot before, his dirty-talking mouth tinges my cheeks pink with embarrassment. Luckily, his shirt is off as he rises away from me, and the feast that is his chest and abs gives me a visual distraction from the words coming from his mouth.
“Lift your legs,” he commands. “I’m going to be in control here, Neve. Understand?” I nod my head eagerly. “You started this. Ask me for it.” He pulls my bra cup down and tugs my nipple into his mouth, making my body arch off the table as his hand runs down between my legs. I immediately try and stretch them wider for him, clawing my hands at his skin in the hope he’ll get on with it.
He doesn’t bother to take my knickers off but shoves them to the side, sliding a finger inside of me. The sensation around my nipple pulls like an invisible thread through my body and makes me clench around his finger.
I bite on my bottom lip as he pushes another finger inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight. If I’d known you liked sex, I’d have been less gentle the other morning. You gonna get some words out for me, princess?” I shake my head, both desperate and yet embarrassed to try. He chuckles and feeds his fingers in deeper, scissoring them and winding me up until I’m practically telling myself to beg.
“I want you. Please, Noah. I need you inside me. Take me.”
He unbuttons his fly at my plea and pulls out his penis, pumping it a few times. I pull in a shuddering breath as he rubs it against my clit, sending shivers through me. It makes me want him to just drive in, to forget that there should be a barrier between us, but he leans away from me, reaching into his back pocket.
His wallet gets drawn out, and I watch on as he slowly pulls the condom out. It’s torturous the amount of time he takes with putting it on as if he’s stretching time to tease me more than necessary. And I can't take my eyes off him while he does it all until the shaft of him runs over my clit again, teasing me some more.
“Please, Noah.”
He grabs both my legs, pushing them back and up over his shoulders so he can shove into me as deep as he can. I gasp, feeling completely exposed, but my body is vibrating with desperation. For him to move, for him to touch me, talk to me … something.
“Have you ever been truly fucked, Neve?” he asks, as he somehow climbs up on the table with me.
Not like this. It’s never been like this.
“No,” I say, but it doesn’t sound like me. “Please,” I beg again. Because I want him – no, need him – to make me come apart.
The smile he gives me is devastating – it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and him coming down to my lips to kiss me makes me shiver with anticipation. “Hold on tight, princess. We’re doing this one together.”
Even with the warning, I’m not prepared for the assault he rains down on my body. Stroke after stroke, long, penetrating thrusts. It’s like he’s purposely making me feel every tiny movement, pressing so deep inside of me I catch my breath. My neck stretches, back arches more with every drive into me.
He was holding back the first time. Now, he’s unshackled, and it feels all the better for it. His eyes don’t leave mine, keeping us connected and close. And his hands alternate between holding my legs and trailing up to pinch my nipples. Each time it brings a new rush of heat and sensation to my apex.
“Yes, God, yes … yes …” My voice feels deep and frantic, but I don’t care. All I want is for Noah to push me over the edge, to shatter my world and piece it back together all at the same time.
My mind blanks, and my body pulses as my orgasm assaults every muscle in my body. It courses through me, blowing my body wide open for him and him alone. And when my breathing evens out, and I wrestle my eyes open again, his face, sexy and broody, is what I see.
We’re doing this together, he said.
Together.
