Page 65 of Just My Type
“No,” I say immediately, surprising us both, “I mean, I have an IUD, and I got tested after…” I break off, not willing to say Brett’s name in this moment that’s for Noah and me alone. “After,” I repeat. “I’m good if you are.”
“Shit, Gorgeous, you want me to fuck you bare?”
“Yes. I mean, if you want.”
“I want,” Noah says immediately. “I’m good too, but only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. I’ve never…” I break off again, biting my lip, not sure how to tell him I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. Not even Brett. I never wanted to, and it’s a hell of a revelation when I’m lying here naked with Noah hovering over me to realize that I never trusted Brett enough to go bare with him.
If that surprises Noah, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he leans down and kisses my forehead, then my cheeks, and finally my lips, long and slow. “I’ve never either. I’d like it to be with you.”
“I want that too,” I whisper, linking my arms around his neck.
“Then spread for me, Gorgeous. Let’s see how well my wife’s pussy takes me.”
This is the moment my soul leaves my body.
I’ve wondered for months whether I would be able to have someone inside me again. Whether I would be able to be this close to a man again without freaking out. It’s both a relief and a joy to know that I can do this. That I want to do this. With him. Only with him.
Noah reaches down and runs a hand up my leg, gliding his thumb over my inner thigh as he locks eyes with me and circles the tip of his cock around my clit. As the moan falls from my lips, he shifts his hips and pushes inside me slowly—so, so slowly that my breath catches in my chest, and I’m lost to the sensation of him stretching me open and caught in the intensity of his eyes on mine as he watches my every reaction.
“Oh, my god,” I choke out as Noah reaches down and rolls his thumb over my clit, the shot of pleasure making my body relax enough for him to slide in the rest of the way, our twin moans filling the space between us at the moment we’re fully joined. The stretch of him is both too much and not enough at the same time, and I wrap my legs around him, needing to be closer.
Noah squeezes his eyes shut for a second, the evidence of his tattered control in the tight clench of his jaw, his furrowed brow, the way his breath gusts out.
“Fuck, Han. You feel…shit,” he grits out, pulling out justslightly and rocking his hips forward in a motion that has me pulsing around him, almost desperate for more.
“I can feel you clenching around me,” Noah murmurs, leaning in and pressing a line of kisses up the column of my neck. “How badly you want me. You have no idea what it does to me, knowing you want me when I’ve wanted you so much, for so long.”
“Show me,” I breathe out, cupping his face in both my hands. “Show me how much you want me. Please. I need you to.”
And I do. Having Noah inside me, over me, is overwhelming in a way I can’t quite grasp. Like he’s giving me back something that was taken from me. Something I wasn’t sure I would ever have again. The joy of it has my chest filling with air, my hands wrapping around Noah’s neck to pull his mouth to mine.
The second our lips meet, it’s like the tension between us shatters, control falling away as Noah pulls out and snaps his hips forward, his mouth never leaving mine. We kiss in a wet, messy clash as he moves, rolling his hips to hit my clit perfectly every single time as I start to unravel beneath him, my hips thrusting up to meet his.
“That’s right, baby,” he mutters. “Let go for me. Come all over this cock. Make it yours.”
Noah shifts his hips so his cock hits a spot inside me that has me crying out, my hands falling off his neck to claw at the comforter, looking for something, anything to ground me from the dizzying pleasure taking hold.
Before I realize what’s happening, Noah reaches down and takes my hands, pulling them up over my head and locking his fingers around my wrists, pressing them to the bed as he pumps in and out of me, his mouth still fused to mine.
The panic slams into me hard and fast. It starts with a roaring in my ears. Sweat prickling the back of my neck. My whole body shakes. My lungs seize up, forcing the air out of them.
Breathe, I try and remind myself, but it’s no use.
I break the kiss and gasp.
My body is heavy and I can’t feel my legs.
Black spots dot the edges of my vision.
Wetness rolls down my face, and I realize it’s from my own tears.
Breathe.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
NOAH
