Page 44 of Your Fault

“I hope I can drive you as crazy someday as you do me,” I said as he started kissing my stomach and his hands rubbed me where I was most sensitive.

“You drive me crazy every time you breathe, Noah.”

I pushed him backward softly onto the sofa and put both hands on his shoulders. I sat on his lap, his mouth sought mine eagerly, and he lifted me, guiding me, entering me very gently. I closed my eyes, enjoying him, enjoying having him inside me again…

“Now you’re up,” he whispered.

Bracing myself against him, I started moving up and down, not rushing, wanting to give my body time to get used to him after a month’s absence.

“You’re killing me, Noah,” he said, grasping my buttocks and making me go faster. I tried to resist—I wanted to take it slow, enjoy it, drag out the pleasure as long as possible—but he wouldn’t let me: even battered and bruised, he was so much stronger than I was.

“Jesus, Nicholas,” I complained when I was ready to orgasm. “Slow down!”

He leaned forward, and his eyes, so close to mine, made me submit as his hand traveled down to the place where I was already dying from pleasure.

“Like that,” he said and leaned in to bite my lip.

My God… It was all just too much, his words, his hand rubbing me, him sliding in and out… My body needed to be free after all those weeks without him, having nightmares, being sad that he’d not come to find me at the airport, afraid when I found him with his face destroyed… I started speeding up myself. He grunted deeply from pleasure, and at the same time, I shouted almost desperately, and after waves of infinite pleasure, we reached orgasm together.

“This is where I need to be, every day.”

I looked down and pulled his face up to my mouth. He kissed me; he didn’t care at all about the pain. We were together. That was all that mattered.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I felt a tickle onmy nose. N was licking my face. I smiled, sat up, and realized I was alone in the room with the light coming in through the window at a strange angle… I rubbed my eyes, disoriented, trying to remember where I was, in what country, in what bed, and how I had gotten there.

Nick shirtless, in sweatpants, standing in the doorway was the finest sight I could imagine.

“At last. I was starting to get worried,” he said, leaning against the doorframe.

I looked at the window, then him, then the window again. “What time is it?”

“Seven,” he said, walking into the room. “In the evening,” he added, grinning.

“Are you kidding?”

He sat next to me. “You’ve slept like fourteen hours.”

Jesus…! I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Fucking jet lag…

“I need a damn shower.”

I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked like hell. I even locked the door because I didn’t want Nicholas to get in the shower with me like that. Living with him was going to be tough. In the mornings I wasn’t a person yet, and I was afraid he’d fall out of love with me if he saw me looking like a zombie every day. He got up looking like a Greek god, and his groggy face just made him more attractive than normal.

I got under the hot water and let it stream through my hair. The water revived my senses, and I awakened and shook off the feeling of stupor.

When I got out, I could only find a towel to wrap myself in. I stepped out dripping water, looking for my clothes, and that was when I heard the door slam, followed by shouts.

“Where is she?”

Shit! Mom!

I tried to run back into the bathroom so she wouldn’t see me naked, but she intercepted me halfway. As we stood across from each other, she looked beside herself, totally unable to process what was happening.

“How dare you?” she shouted. “How dare you disappear for hours like that?”

I was horrified. We’d argued before, lots of times, but I’d never seen her so mad. Nicholas came over and stood in front of me, so I couldn’t see her.

“Calm down, Raffaella. Noah didn’t do anything wrong.”

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