Page 83 of All of Him
“With everything,” I admitted.
“This is real. This night, this moment, myfeelings for you. Everything is real.” Noah reached out hesitantly, his hand cupping my cheek as he leaned down to kiss me. “Do you want to stop?”
I shook my head.
“Then, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you,” I responded hoarsely, his words destroying any doubt. “I need you inside of me.”
Noah let out a long, shaky breath, then knelt down in front of me. I ran my hands through his hair as his lips hit right above my jeans, my insides twisting with unstoppable heat. I bit my lip, trying not to whimper as he let his fingers slide under my jeans to ease them down. Goose bumps rose along every inch of exposed skin, all the way to my ankles.
“You okay?” he asked, standing back up.
I nodded, tucking my head into his shoulder. Carefully, making sure to move as delicately as he had, I tugged his jeans down. By the time they were off, we’d officially spent more time removing clothing than any sexual encounter I’d ever had.
And it was already infinitely better.
Noah hugged me tightly, swiftly unhooking my bra. I loosened my arms, letting it drop to the floor between us, then tilted my head to look at him. His jaw was clenched nervously, but his green eyes searched mine for any bit of doubt. I answered his unspoken question with a kiss, one deep enough to solidify what I wanted.
“Manda,” Noah whispered, breaking away from the kiss and swallowing hard, “I can’t say it yet.”
“It’s okay,” I responded, knowing full well what he meant. “Just show me.”
He obeyed, tucking his hands into the sides of my underwear and peeling them off. His touches were careful yet passionate, and I reciprocated, removing the last bit of clothing between us.
Noah pulled me closer, our full nude bodies flush against one another. I breathed deeply, running my fingernails over his scalp as he pressed his hips into mine. Carefully, I let my fingers graze over his neck, shoulders, and then to his arms. I pulled my face back, finding the scar on his bicep and kissing it. Noah flinched lightly but didn’t pull away. Moving my lips higher, I grazed another scar on his collarbone, then the one on his cheek.
“Noah Murphy,” I whispered, “you are so beautiful.”
I gasped as he grabbed my thighs, picking me up and moving us both to his bed. My head hit the pillow softly, his hand catching its fall. I pulled his face down to mine again, our tongues colliding. He let his weight collapse onto me, again and again, his hardness hitting me exactly where it needed to. As I let my teeth graze his shoulder, he paused, hovering over me and shaking.
“It’s okay,” I said into his ear, his hair tickling my nose. “I want this. I want you.”
Noah nodded, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing what he needed.
“Manda,” he whispered, checking in with me one last time, “no going back.”
“Noah?” I pushed, grazing his tensed biceps with my fingers. “This is the best night of my life.”
With my words as the final go-ahead, Noah pressed into me, pulling me into a place I’d never been.
Because I’d never made love.
I closed my eyes, tilting my head back, my throat catching. I grasped Noah’s biceps, then his shoulders, finally running my hands down his chest as he brought me to the brink. My heart and mind relaxed as the rest of my body coiled tightly. Noah let his forehead hit my shoulder, sweaty and warm. I embraced it, every touch between us. I felt his heat radiate down my entire body, his movement within me driving me to the edge. It had been a long time for the both of us, but it had been well worth the wait.
We memorized each other’s movements, the intensity and simplicity of the moment playing off of one another. I’d done plenty with flings, experimented and moved in creative ways. None of those experiences had done nearly what Noah was doing for me.
“Come with me, Amanda,” Noah said, his lips hitting my cheek. “Come with me now.”
I nodded, following his lead as he lowered his hand between us, signaling me to push against him. With one, two, three of his gentle touches, I lost control. I covered my mouth, trying not to cry out too loud as I rode through, gripping the pillow behind my head.
Noah finally stopped, collapsing onto me. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, not nearly ready to be apart. He breathed heavily onto my shoulder, spent.
And then I made it weird. As I usually did.
“So,” I started, out of breath, “I think we’re sexually compatible.”
Noah laughed hard against my shoulder, sinking to my side. His fingers ran along my cheek, followed by his lips.
