Page 114 of Wanted You More

Mine.

His pants.

My leggings.

His mouth finds one of my nipples as he works his hand downward to the apex of my thigh. I’m squirming with anticipation as his fingers tease the aching nerves. I know the second he starts touching me that it won’t take long for the orgasm to take over.

I’m arching upward when the pad of his thumb presses against my clit and two of his fingers hook inside of me. Bursts of light dot my eyes as I suck in a startled breath.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, continuing to move his fingers as I come around them. He kisses me briefly before pulling back enough to watch me come down from the high. “Give it all to me, baby girl.”

I grab his wrist once my hips settle back onto the bed. “Please,” I whisper.

It’s the only thing I need to tell him.

He reaches for the nightstand and gets out a condom, making me feel a little disappointed, which he must see. “You’re not on the pill,” he reminds me, kissing me lightly. “It’s better for us to be safe.”

I nod, knowing he’s right.

He positions himself on top of me, kisses me slowly, and softly and eases himself inside. His mouth captures my drawn-out moan as I stretch around him. Both arms circle around his neck as he begins moving, each time getting deeper and deeper as I meet his hips.

Noah moves one of my legs over his hip to bury himself further, circling his pelvis to hit all the perfect spots. My jaw drops as silent moans make it hard to think straight.

My nails dig into him until I’m sure marks will be left behind, and it only makes me greedier. I want people to know he’s mine—to know those marks are left by someone marking her territory.

I move his head to claim his lips again, smashing our lips together and twisting our tongues. His teeth nip my lip as he breathes harshly into my mouth with every meeting of our bodies. We both can hear how turned on I am by this; there’s no hiding it. It only seems to fuel him as his palm grabs my other leg to lift it and match the other. He holds them like that, rolling into me with a new fervor that has new noises rising up my throat.

“Fuck,” Noah groans, neck getting red as he dips his mouth to the crook of my throat. Nipping me, he says, “I’m going to cum.”

I tighten my legs around him and arch up to give him the perfect angle. “Do it,” I beg, using the heels of my feet to help him move. “I want you to cum inside me.”

That seems to be all it takes before his head drops against me, and a guttural sound escapes him as his hips still inside me.

We lie like that for a long time, my arms holding him to me and his lips peppering kisses along my shoulder and collarbone.

I twitch as he slowly pulls out, careful to take care of the condom before crawling back into bed beside me. He puts his arm around me and tugs me into his side, letting me use his chest as a pillow.

We don’t get to stay like that for long before there’s a loud knock at the front door and it opens. Within seconds, we hear, “Where’s our graduating baby boy?”

I lock up when I hear Elizabeth’s excited tone, followed by Ben’s gruff one.

Noah cusses and moves off the bed. He quickly slides on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before standing up. “Take your time getting dressed.”

If he’s nervous about them knowing I’m here, he doesn’t give it away as he leans over and kisses my temple before disappearing from the bedroom.

I take a few deep breaths as I grab some clean clothes I washed yesterday. Without thinking, I walk out of the room in a pair of my favorite leggings and one of Noah’s plaid shirts that swallows my tiny frame.

Noah’s conversation with his parents stops as soon as I walk into the living room. They look from him to me, probably seeing flushed cheeks and bedhead, and study the oversized clothes on me.

Elizabeth beams.

Ben chuckles.

Noah walks over to me and hooks an arm around my waist. He isn’t hiding it.

Hiding me.

I smile up at him.

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