Page 9 of Your Fan Forever
“We don’t have to think about this right now.” I scooted off his lap. Talking about money and retirement. It was all so depressing. I was only twenty-three. We had our whole life ahead ofus.
Noah gripped my hips and pulled me back towards him. He stared in my eyes, searching for an answer, but instead of asking the question, he kissed me. A long and wet kiss that made my insides flip. I moaned in his mouth and ran my finger over his hardness. He groaned and held me tight. We moved against each other, building the tension. Noah snaked his hand down my pants as he stared into my eyes. One hand slid through my folds and the other rubbed the tattoo on my wrists. The 89 tattoo marked me as his long before we meet. I grinded against his hand. The pressure crested. At its peak, I cried out and rode the wave down before falling on hischest.
He continued to rub my tattoo. He brought my wrist to his mouth and kissedit.
I stood up. My legs wobbled from the orgasm. I headed into thekitchen.
I spotted the food in Tupperware on thecounter.
“You cook?” I yelled into the otherroom.
“Yeah. I forgot about your dinner with yourdad.”
I ate a piece of asparagus. The balsamic glaze was sweet andtart.
Noah walked into thekitchen.
“I thought we would celebrate.” He said as he washed hishands.
“I’m sorry.” Ifrowned.
“That’sokay.”
I hoped up on thecounter.
“Come here.” I motioned tohim.
Noah grinned. He ran his hands over my thighs and around my waist. I wrapped my arms around hisneck.
“Let's continue this celebration, in the shower. I kissed his neck, “and in bed, and maybe again in bed in themorning.”
“Doing what exactly.” He whispered in myear.
“You want me to say it?” I rolled myeyes.
“Yep.” Noahgrinned.
I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Fuck me,Noah.”
Noah loved to hear me talk dirty. It made me super uncomfortable, but it turned him on. So I whisperedthem.
He scooped meup.
I hugged him close and continued to whisper naughty things to him as he walked us up thestairs.
I crawledout of bed early the next morning. I thought we’d celebrate more after breakfast inbed.
I padded down to the kitchen. Nip sat by the back door. He perked up and barked when I entered. He had a guilty look on his face. I peeked into the laundry room and saw Valentine sitting in her crate. Her blanket pulled out and on the floor besideher.
I bentdown.
She stood and wagged her littletail.
“Oh sweetie, you slept on the coal metal all night.” I pouted and let herout.
She placed her little paws on my knees. I leaned down and gave her akiss.
I heard Nip at the door. He scurried away when Iturned.
