Page 80 of Just a Taste
‘Fuck,’ I groan, my head falling forwards to rest against her shoulder. ‘You feel so good.’ With slow, deliberate strokes, I thrust into her.
Noelle moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders. She starts to match my rhythm, her hips moving in sync with mine. The room is filled with the sound of our skin slapping together, our ragged breaths, and our cries of pleasure.
‘Alex, I—’ A loud moan courses through her and she throws her head back to let out a needy half-scream. ‘I want more. Ineedmore.’
She arches her back, her chest pressing against mine as her nipples harden with every thrust.
‘I want you to come for me again,’ I tell her in between strokes. ‘I need to see you like that.’
I grab her hips, urging her to move faster against me. She moans softly, her breaths turning ragged as her climax approaches.
‘Faster,’ I murmur, one hand gliding up her spine to tangle in her swaying braids.
Noelle whimpers, her hips bucking wildly against me. I catch her eyes again, watching as they glaze over with desire. I groan, my hips bucking as I thrust harder, deeper into her. I can feel myself reaching the tipping point.
I can’t hold on any longer. My thrusts become more frantic, each stroke more desperate for release. Noelle lets out a strangled cry, her body shaking as she climaxes once again. I pump my hips, groaning loud and low, my own release coursing through me as I empty myself into her.
I collapse back against the pillow, spent and breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. Noelle collapses on top of me, her weight pressing me into the mattress as she pants, her face buried in my neck.
‘Holy fuck,’ she whispers, her voice still shaking with theaftershocks of her orgasm. ‘That was…’ She shakes her head and slumps against me, her breathing slowly evening back out.
I laugh. ‘Yeah.’
She shifts slightly in my arms, raising her head to peer at something I can’t quite make out. When she resettles again, she’s got a wide grin on her face.
‘What is it?’ I ask.
‘It’s gone midnight.’
‘Oh.’ I blink at her. ‘I guess, Merry Ch—’
‘Happy Birthday, Alex,’ she murmurs before leaning in to press a soft, sweet kiss against my lips. She shifts her weight, repositioning herself so that she’s lying next to me, her head on my chest. I wrap an arm around her, pulling her close as a soft smile takes over my face.
It’s only just getting started, but this is already the best birthday I’ve had in a long while.
Noelle’s steady breathing fills the air. She’s tucked in beside me and I’ve spent the last hour or so just watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps. I trace the curve of her hip with my finger, relishing the warmth and softness of her skin, even as guilt continues to gnaw at me.
Yes, Noelle chose to stay.
She could’ve easily left hours ago and been on her way to her grandmother’s house.
The fact that she’s still here, softly snoring beside me, is becauseshemade the decision to do so.
I should respect that.
I should feel grateful that she’s willing to give up Christmas with her family in order to spend the day with me.
And I am, don’t get me wrong. Just the thought of it fills me with the kind of happiness I haven’t felt in years. But I still feel like I owe her something. She deserves more than a lacklustre Christmas and that’s all I can give her at this stage.
My resolve hardens and I slide out of bed, careful not to wake her. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake as I pull on some clothes and pad out of the room, taking care to close the door softly behind me.
When I reach my office, I power up my laptop and search for a file I haven’t so much as glanced at once in the last two years. Noelle’s employee form fills my screen and I scroll through it quickly, getting to the section that has the information I need:
EMERGENCY CONTACT
Eve Jones
I grin as I dial Eve’s number.
