Page 41 of The Fallen
I walk closer to her and run my hand down her arm, fingers taking the mug out of her hands to place it on the sideboard. She stares at me, eyes blinking and mouth thinking about talking. I don’t want talking, and I’m kissing her before I know what I’m doing, maybe letting my body take over rather than think too much about anything. Fuck thinking for a while. I’m tired of that, and my arms scooping her up kinda tell me everything I need to know. We’ll have one more time. One more fuck. One more chance at me living moments that aren’t mine to have.
She pulls the top over her head as I’m carrying her up to the bedroom, drops it on the floor behind us, then starts pulling at my clothes. The t-shirt gets tugged up my back the second I put her down on the bed, fine fingers dragging it slowly. She's so fucking soft, careful with her touch. Still smells too good for me, too.
I move between her legs, letting my weight rest on her, and run my hands through her hair again. Even that feels like silk. Like it's been fed with money. I stare, getting myself lost in thoughts again, until her lips pull me down to her. Long slow kisses. Quiet, soft hands. Makes this feel all kinds of appealing to a guy like me as if I'm deserving of some type of feelings I'm not meant for.
I rachet the belt on my jeans, flip the skirt up so I can get deep inside her again. No waiting. No talking about anything other than what this is. She moans the second I get my hand to her underwear, squirms as I start pushing them down her thighs.
“You ready for me, princess?” My fingers swipe through her pussy, a sigh coming out of me at the feel of her coating my hand already. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Please, Noah.”
Those fine lips saying my name makes me fucking crazy, and I smother her mouth with her own juices, her mouth sucking on what I’m giving her, as I sink inside her. We both groan, both moan and wait for a few seconds. No condom this time, and I don’t give a fuck about that. I’ll pull out if I have to because, at the moment, I'm too transfixed with my fingers in her mouth to move, too fucking lost in wanting that vision with me forever. It isn't until she moves herself, lowers her hips, then moves them upwards again that I come back to where she is.
“Keep doing that,” I mutter, still watching her lapping my fingers. “Keep fucking me. Show me you want me.” She smiles around my finger, runs her tongue over her lips, then rolls it around and sucks again. “Move, princess. Make me come.”
She does. She gets her hand and slides it between us, grabs at my cock and twists the base as she starts those hips up again. Slow strokes. Teasing and fucking torturous. I'd normally be pissed with that approach. Not this time. This time she can make it last as long as she wants because, after this, we're done.
Chapter Sixteen
NEVE
Noah’s dirty mouth should turn me scarlet with embarrassment, but it only makes me feel sexier.Hemakes me feel sexy. I can let go of any internal thoughts that I shouldn’t do this and just feel. Everything in my body makes me want to move, regardless of no condom – I want to please him and make him come apart at my doing.
He’s dirty and raw and pulls at emotions I never thought I could have. For the first time in months, I feel good - better than good. And whilst it doesn’t make sense that I should have feelings for him, right now, I don’t care.
My hips pulse, and I arch my back, wanting to push him deeper. His rough growl is my reward, and I take my cues from him. His eyes don’t look at me, though, and he turns his head away, giving me a visual of his tense jaw.
I bite down on his fingers in my mouth to get his attention, but he just pulls them away.
“Do it, Neve,” he taunts as if challenging me.
The stupid muscle in my chest constricts, and I’m flooded with the need to do as he’s said. My nails trail down his back to his arse, and I pull him closer to me as I angle my hips again.
Suddenly he flips us over, and I’m sitting on his lap, bracing myself on his chest.
“Now you can fuck,” he mutters, pulling my chin close to him.
It takes me a beat, but I do. I set up a pace, chasing the sensation that’s washing over my body and filling up all of the tiny spaces between my muscles. Being this brazen and carefree is intoxicating, and I lean up and sit back, pulling myself to let my thighs do the work with this change of pace.
Noah’s gaze drinks in my body. His eyes are pulled to the space where we’re connected, focussing on the eroticness of him sliding in and out of me. Heat flashes over my skin, and my limbs begin to crave that release – that explosion that’s never been as good as when I’m with him.
I rock forward and quicken my pace, tensing my muscles on each thrust. Gasps and pleas start falling from my lips as I get absorbed in what I’m doing and let sensation take me over. The pounding of my heart echoes in my ears as I get faster and faster – more and more desperate.
“That's it, princess. Make me come. Faster. Harder.”
Rough hands grip my arse tightly, and his words are enough to tip me over, causing my body to convulse as I come apart around him. He chases me, keeping me moving harshly until he pulls me upwards and off him. My eyes close, as he groans out his release, and I see stars behind my lids.
I’m held close to him for a while, both our bodies labouring in exhaustion and heat. It feels different, as if he’s clinging onto me, and I can’t help but revel in that. My eyes slowly open until we’re face to face, and I gaze at his features in the low light. He’s so strong, so harsh looking usually, but in this moment, with his hand gently brushing the side of my hair back, he seems quietly peaceful. His jaw is relaxed, and I can finally stare into his eyes and appreciate them with no scowl or narrowing.
He tugs me forward, lays a long deep kiss on my lips that I melt under, before gently rolling his lips back up my face until they’re resting on my forehead.
“You’re a pretty special woman, Neve. Remember that,” he murmurs.
I freeze a little under his words, unsure where they’ve come from. This isn’t us, or I didn't think it was. It’s a fantasy, whatever it might be, but that doesn’t stop me wondering what has changed or if it’s just the post-sex haze. Either way, I don't know how to answer him, or even if I should, so I roll to the side, or rather flop, my limbs languid and relaxed. It’s like all of the structure has drained from them, leaving me exhausted and barely coherent.
I bury my head into the pillow and take a deep breath of everything I associate with him - strength and protection – a raw, rugged essence.
But then the bed rocks and rises.
