Page 88 of Falling for Fury
We lay in Noah’s bed for hours. We made up tenderly, and then playfully, and then downright dirty, but now we lay here, catching our breath, allowing our heads to catch up to our hearts. Now, being here, in his arms, with his sweet nothings and warm round eyes, I can’t believe I went this long without him, can’t imagine him never being next to me. Like my brain senses the relief it is to finally have him back. No secrets or lies between us, someone who has never pitied me or judged me, someone who never made me feel guilt, or shame, or like I was too much. My walls come crashing down and the tears flow silently. I chastise myself for crying when I have nothing to be sad about. Well, nothing except what feels like lost time with Noah.
My eyes squeeze shut as I bury myself in Noah’s chest. He holds me steady and continues to whisper his I love you’s, one hand tangled in my hair, the other holding me tightly to his body. He leaves light kisses across my cheeks, between my sobs and my hiccups, not judging the disgusting mess I am as I cry uncontrollably into his chest.
After a few minutes, he pulls back slightly and uses a finger to lift my chin to look at him. “Oh, my girl.” He closes his eyes and plants a soft, caressing kiss to my lips. The energy in the room changing, as our bodies pull closer at the contact. Six months without his touch and it feels like a lifetime. God, I almost forgot how good he kisses. He pulls away softly and his eyes open. “Why are you crying, Addy?” His tone has no accusation, just gentle curiosity.
“I’m embarrassed. I feel guilty for staying away for so long. I feel angry at myself for how much time we’ve missed out on. I just—”
“You don’t have to feel guilty for anything. You did what you needed to do, and I was never going anywhere. You knew that.”
“Can you promise me, Noah?”
“I’ll make any promise you need me to.”
“Don’t hide from me. Let me in, all the way, trust me enough to give me the whole story, trust me to manage myself and to stay. Promise me that, and I promise I won’t leave again.” His face holds all the residual pain from the space and time between us, still holds what we couldn’t wipe away from the brief time we’ve been back in each other’s space. Holding what the apologies we made with our bodies couldn’t wipe away.
“I promise.” His smile is soft, and I know he means it. “And I’m the one who is sorry. For hurting you. For breaking your trust and your heart.” Being open might be new territory for him, but I feel like there are going to be a lot of firsts where we are concerned. Certainly a whole lot of lasts.
“I want you to know that it’s okay if you need space. I’m happy to give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you need. You’ll always be mine, no matter how much space is between us. If you ever need space again, you’ll have it, and I’ll still be yours.” I don’t know where this man came from, but it can’t be earth. “And you are mine… right?” His smile is soft and hopeful, but there is worry in his eyes. I know the answer, without needing to think about it, because despite everything, I’d follow those chocolate brown eyes into the pits of hell if it meant never leaving his side again. And anyway, I’ve healed, or at least am on the constant path of. I’ve forgiven, and I am done denying my heart.
“I was never meant to be anything else.” I whisper the words, but can’t stand the distance and my lips are instantly on his. This time our kiss is desperate, making up for months without touching, exploring and loving each other, the energy spurs to life, and I manage to push Noah into the mattress, landing on top of him, straddling him, his hands searching my back, finding my hips and, despite the hours we’ve already spent apologizing and reacquainting each other through our bodies, he grinds me down into him, showing me exactly how much he missed me.
“God, I’ve missed you, shortcake.” Noah wastes no time, flipping me, a gorgeous half smile that makes the brown of his eyes feel like melted chocolate as they look over my face from where he hovers above me. “You have no idea how many times I imagined us like this over the last six months and twenty three days.” He lays between my legs, and I reach them up to wrap them around his waist, one hand supporting his weight above me, and the other lightly caressing my hips before traveling up to reach my breasts. “How many times I pictured that pretty smile when you come, the noises you make, and the way you sound moaning my name.” Oh, God. His lips wrap around the peak of my tight breasts and suck, pulling a groan from my throat.
“Need you, Noah, now.” He moves to my other peak, his hand sliding back down my stomach to find how needy I really am. His touch, like coming home, closing the final gap our previous making up hadn’t closed. Sliding his fingers through my slickness and thrusting them to the hilt.
“Fuck. I love how wet you get, just for me.” He kisses his way back down my stomach before he settles between my thighs. Wasting no time, his tongue meets my center, following the path of his fingers as he laps me up. “As sweet as I remember,” he all but growls.
“Noah!” My climax builds, his fingers on my skin, his mouth on my most sensitive part, the desire he draws out of me intoxicating.
“Don’t you come until I say.”
“Quick, Noah, I need… Oh, God!” His fingers find me and thrust in quick succession, curling around, bringing me closer. I tighten and clench around his fingers, my vision darkening as he kisses his way back up my torso, finding my lips and devouring me. He groans into me as he positions himself between my legs again, his tip nudging at my entrance.
“Noah, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll do it myself.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, shortcake. Play later.” With that teasing smirk, he thrusts home, sheathing himself completely. “Fuck, so tight. You feel amazing, clenching around me.”
“Fuck me like you hate me.”
“No, I’ll fuck you like I love you. Like I have spent the last six months pining for you, dreaming of you, and imagining all the ways I’d make you scream my name.” He delivers on his promise. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he sits up on his knees, holding my hips off the mattress, his pace relentless as he shows me just how much he loves me.
“Noah. Oh my god, Noah. I’m going…”
“Yes, that’s it, Ads, come for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” Noah doesn’t let up, and a hoarse scream leaves my throat as euphoria explodes around me, feeling each pulse of it as I clench around Noah. “Fuck, fuck. Fuck! Addison!” Noah follows as I feel him jerk inside me, relishing in the feel of him.
“I fucking love you,” I whisper to him as he falls to my chest, panting and kissing my shoulder. “And I love fucking you,” I finish. His chuckle rumbles against my chest.
“A poet, my Addison.” He sits up slightly. “I fucking love you, shortcake.” He kisses my lips tenderly, and I feel the warmth extend all the way to the tips of my toes.
He searches my eyes, his post-sex smile spreads across his face, and he leans down to nip the tip of my ear, his hot breath whispering, “Forever.”
And forever indeed.
We weren’t meant for anything else.
THE END
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