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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Tank
She tasted fucking amazing. That was the only thing I could think as my tongue slowly licked through her folds. The little pants and hardly audible gasps escalated out of her as I sucked her clit into my mouth and I didn’t ever want to stop.
The day had been eye-opening, to say the least. I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined she would have opened up like that to me and she did it with such ease. At first, I could tell that there was hesitation in her eyes, but once she started she just kept going. And I hung on to every word that spilled from her lips. The thing was, I wanted to know every-fucking-thing about the dark beauty.
As I crawled up her body, her legs falling naturally to wrap around my waist, I knew I was in deep. I liked her a fuck of a lot. When I was with her the world felt right.
Don’t get me wrong, there was still the heaviness of the shit I was going through, but being around her I finally felt like I could actually move with it all sitting on my shoulders. That no matter how hard the road ahead was, I would be able to walk it. That was how I knew she wasn’t just an escape and all the feelings I was having weren’t an illusion of evading. No, she made me want to face everything head-on, to crawl out of the hellhole I was in and find the way to a new path.
Did this make me a little fucked? Yes, I would say so. Because it was not a good time to even entertain the idea of a relationship with anyone. I was at my worst and I feared that I would only drag everyone down that was around me. I could admit that was part of the reason why I’d left home in the first place and the last thing I ever expected was to find someone like Dya around here.
But as I settled myself between her legs and kissed her tenderly, I didn’t give a crap about any of that. I cleared my head and focused on the beautiful woman under me that I desperately wanted to be inside again.
Only this time, I wasn’t going to fuck her like I was a man starved and lost. I was going to take my time and learn everything about her body because that was all I cared about at that moment. I wanted to bring her to the edge slowly and keep her there for as long as my body would allow.
The tiny voice in the back of my head started nagging me at the wrong time. Sure, she had said she couldn’t have children but I still had a hard time trusting. That was something that wasn’t going to change overnight.
I must have stopped kissing her because next thing I knew, she was grabbing my face, her slender fingers sliding through my beard, and her eyes were scrutinizing me like she was trying to figure out what was wrong.
With no words spoken, she half-leaned over the bed and dug through a duffel bag on the floor, coming back with a foil packaged that made me sigh with relief inside. She knew, and I should have found it weird and creepy how she had just read my damn mind with one look into my eyes but then again, it was a hell of a lot better than having to actually ask for it.
Normally, I would have been prepared, but seeing as before last night I hadn’t even thought about having sex with another woman, condoms were not something I kept stock on.
With lightning speed, I sheathed my cock and then with the ease of a saint, I slid into her. I loved how her back bowed towards me and her short nails dug into my shoulders. Her plump lips pouted and the sexiest sigh escaped her lips when I was fully seated inside of her. With slow, controlled movements, I slid in and out of her, the agonizing friction only making me harder. And damn, if she didn’t feel amazing. I could get lost in her for hour—days—and that was all I wanted to do.
My mouth captured hers as I sped up my pace ever so slightly. I was going to fuck her slowly until her body was begging for release, and then I was going to do it over and over again.
“Noah.” My name fell from her lips in a desperate whisper. I rocked into her harder keeping my pace steady. Her hardened nipples scraped against my chest and her fingers tangled in my hair as she started to quake under me. She was holding herself back as much as I was, neither of us wanting this to end.
“Dya.” I drew out her name in a low growl next to her ear. “Angel, you feel so good.”
“Don’t stop. Fuck,” she moaned low.
My hand gripped onto her soft, thick thigh as I started thrusting into her faster. Little, short moans escaped her throat every time I pushed in deep. Every time I pulled back almost all the way before pushing back into her tight pussy to the hilt. She was close, her walls clenching me tighter and tighter with every thrust.
“Noah, I can’t,” she panted out. And I was right there with her.
“Look at me, Angel,” I whispered and her eyes shot open to meet mine.
Fuck, she was absolutely stunning at that moment, unguarded and completely open. All the emotions flooded her beautiful chocolate eyes and it did me the fuck in.
My balls tightened up and a tingle started at the base of my spine. Shit, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to be as close to her as I possibly could. But more than anything, I wanted to watch her as she came for me.
Her teeth sank down into her bottom lips as she tried to hold herself together, but I could see it, the light sheen of water that clouded her eyes as she forced her lids to stay open and look into mine. Then her lips parted and a strangled moan escaped her as she came all around me. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I kept steady thrusts into her as I came right along with her, her walls continuing to suck the life out of me the whole time.
After I took care of the condom and we both showered, we spent the night in that tiny ass bed simply talking. Hours passed in a blur but I found it easy to be around her and I wanted nothing more than to stay there forever. Sleep finally took both of us under at God knows what time and I slept like a baby with my arms wrapped around her and her soft body pressed into mine.
The next morning, the sun rose, its blinding rays filtering through the dirty glass panes, waking me and bringing reality with it. I couldn’t say that waking up wrapped around her didn’t make my heart beat a little faster but there were things I had to take care of. I made a mental list of all those things as I enjoyed the feeling of laying there a little bit longer. Yeah, I was half sleeping on the floor and my hip hurt like fuck from being pressed on the cold hardwood all night. And my arm was numb where her head had been resting on it the entire night. But, fuck, as my eyes raked over her peaceful face as she slept, I could agree that it was all worth it. She looked less guarded in her sleep and I couldn’t help but think of what it would be like to wake up to that scene every damn day.
Maybe I was getting ahead of myself but so far they were just thoughts. I had no doubt that no matter how much I wanted or wished for it, that all it would ever be was a pipe dream. A magical as hell fantasy. I had a life to get back to and she had a life here. Granted, it didn’t seem like much of one. Come on, look at her place alone, it didn’t exactly scream home. Nothing there looked like someone who was settled and I got the feeling that she was more of the fleeing type. Which only reminded me of what had been done to me in the past. That was the last sort of woman I ever needed to be thinking about the future with.
Like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head, I snapped back to what was real. We were two people clinging to each other for a brief moment. But even as I maneuvered my arm from under her head, I felt a pull to stay put.
“Hey,” she said, her voice deep and rough and it was all I could do to hold back a groan. Just her voice did things to my insides and I knew I was totally screwed. “You trying to sneak out?”
Although there was a bit of lightness in her tone like she was trying to joke, the reality was that was the truth of it.
