25. Noah

CHAPTER 25

NOAH

N oah leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Say it."

"This is what I need," she breathed.

That was all he needed to hear. He began kissing her neck, his hand sliding underneath her towel.

His fingers glided over her; she was soaking wet. They both moaned as he made contact with her.

Suddenly, he didn't care how messy this made things. The only thing that mattered in this moment was bringing Sophie to orgasm. It was his duty, his only reason for existence.

Sophie spread her legs wider on the counter, begging him to enter. He slipped a finger inside her easily, moving in and out, switching between penetration and rubbing her clit.

Noah used his other hand to remove her towel. Her glorious breasts came into view, solidifying in his memory. He leaned forward, using his tongue to lick and tease her nipples.

Sophie moaned loudly, then pushed on his shoulder slightly. Understanding what she meant by it, Noah bent down and feasted between her legs. Beneath his towel he was hard as a rock but he continued at the same pace, with both his mouth and finger.

She came faster than Noah expected, pulsing over his finger as she climaxed. As he stood, he gently removed his finger from her and wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist.

Sophie's cheeks were warm with pleasure.

Noah waited, completely ready for her, but he didn't make the move. If that was all she needed, wanted, he could live with that.

She smiled at him. "I want more," she said as she ripped the towel from her waist.

Thank God.

Noah kissed her, more desperately than he ever had before. He couldn't get enough, he didn't want this to end. She pulled his hips towards her but Noah paused.

He didn't want to do this here. She deserved better.

Noah scooped her off the counter and she wrapped her legs around his middle.

"Where are you taking me?" she giggled.

But she realized the moment they turned out of the bathroom. He was taking her to his bedroom.

Sophie remained quiet. He wondered if she had ever been in his room before; he couldn't think of one instance. Noah had never realized that before. There had been countless occasions where Noah had gone to knock on her door to ask a question or to inform her that dinner was ready. Did she not feel comfortable to do the same?

He was pulled back into the moment when Sophie started kissing his neck. Noah flung open the door and walked her over to his bed, laying her down carefully.

Her curvy silhouette on his green sheets was something he had pictured in his head many times. However, the feelings inside him were different. Noah didn't want to fuck Sophie, he wanted to make love to her.

She seemed to sense the change in his energy when he met her on the sheets, kissing him slowly and carefully. She stroked him as his hands wandered about her body, taking in every inch of it as if it were the last time. And he supposed it was.

Noah stroked her hair, feeling its smoothness between his fingertips. He outlined her beautiful face, staring into her blue eyes.

He climbed on top of her and she helped guide him inside her.

A breathy moan escaped his lips.

There was something between them in this moment, being passed between their eyes. Noah couldn't quite place it, but it was like they were seeing each other for the first time. He leaned down and kissed her as Sophie wrapped her smooth legs around his back.

His hips moved in a slow rhythm inside her. Noah broke the kiss, resting his head in her neck, breathing in the scent of her.

His hands cupped her breasts and Noah leaned down to take one in his mouth. Her heavy breathing was the oxygen to him; it fueled him, kept him feeling alive.

He began trailing kisses on her neck, her jaw, her cheek, until he reached her lips again.

Sophie groaned, her legs tightening around him, pushing him deeper inside her.

She felt just as good as he remembered. Better, even.

Noah pulled back and Sophie rested one of her calves on his shoulder. She looked like art beneath him. His hands held onto her ankle and thigh.

Something was passing between them again, with their eyes.

God, he loved this. He loved…

"Sophie," he moaned. The feeling washed over him quickly and Sophie put a firm hand on his waist, telling her it was okay to come inside her.

Their eyes met and Noah exploded into her. His eyes blinked shut with his pulsing pleasure but they maintained eye contact.

After a lingering moment, Noah gently removed her leg from his shoulder and leaned down to kiss her. Trying to convey every inch of what he was feeling into it.

He laid down beside her and brought her head to his chest. Her arm was wrapped around his waist.

Noah knew he was a terrible person. To sleep with Sophie was one thing but to make love as they just did was completely different.

They didn't speak, they simply breathed. Noah stroked her hair and rubbed her arm.

What was coming over him? He never felt the need to cuddle after, let alone this urge to comfort the other person.

Noah kissed her forehead and she stilled beneath him. He couldn't help himself, there was simply no other way to convey his feelings without saying them out loud.

Soon Noah drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke four hours later, the room was pitch black. There was an empty feeling on his chest, where something had been removed. He patted the bed beside him, it was empty.

Sophie had disappeared.

Noah knew it was for the best, so why did he feel so guilty? Probably because he had led her on, again .

He flipped his pillow, basking in its cool comfort.

Why had he done that? And what was that feeling that had overtaken him? His thoughts haunted him until he fell asleep again.

She appeared in his dreams, but this time she wasn't naked.

It was her face that he noticed, her heart-shaped face, and her swollen belly. She was fast asleep in his bed and Noah was stroking her hair.

Her eyes blinked open for a moment and closed again with a smile. "Why are you watching me sleep?"

"Because you look beautiful," he told her.

"Mhmm." She groaned, moving closer to him, her arms wrapped tightly around him until she drifted back to sleep.

And Noah observed her, overcome with emotion. His hand moved to rest on her belly and he rubbed gently, so as to not wake her up.

His baby boy was inside there.

This was everything right here, his whole world in this bed.

His eyes began to sting and Noah rubbed them. They were wet with tears.

Noah woke again, this time with sunshine blaring through the windows. He was completely dazed as he sat up.

What the hell was that?