and pant. Pant in time to the movement of my hand. And then everything around me disappeared as I was forced to close my eyes. All I could feel, hear, smell and taste was him. Him and the pleasure making my body tense and my teeth clench and causing my lungs to hold the breath that was inside them. I was forced to let go of him as I came. As my body twitched and then slowly unfroze and melted back down into the bed. And when I opened my eyes again, he was looking down at me with a small smile. A satisfied, sexy smile. I smiled back at him, a small breathy giggle escaping my lips as the smile parted them. But then I realized something.
My eyes left his and drifted down. He was still hard and wanting and so was I. I wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure that he had just given me. I wanted that so badly, almost more than I wanted it for myself. I pushed him on his chest with my hands. He looked surprised, lost balance and fell onto his back. Without thinking, with just this instinct deep inside driving me, I crawled down the bed and reached for him.
“Wait,” I felt fingers tangle in my hair and hold my head in place. Not allowing me to move. “You . . . you don’t have to . . . uh . . .”
“I want to!” I said, and didn’t even wait for a response from him as I opened my mouth and slid it over him. Noah flung his arms out to his sides and his hands grabbed at the sheets, tangling them between his fingers. As if he was desperate to grab a hold of something. As if, like me, he too felt like he might fly off the bed and into the air. I wrapped a hand around him too and I pulled him in and out of my mouth. The taste and the sounds and the way his muscles were clenching and unclenching spurred me on. All the sounds and sensations and smells combining into this thing that throbbed in me and around me and made me just close my eyes and let instinct take over. I used two hands now, I used my lips and my tongue. Sometimes I took him all in, sometimes I simply let my tongue dance over him. Sometimes I pulled with both hands, and sometimes they were just soft fingertips. And then he reached for me to pull me away.
“I’m going to come,” he panted. He grabbed himself with his hand and moved it up and down once more before his entire body stiffened and froze. I watched, fascinated and turned on even more. And truthfully, if he hadn’t pushed me away, I would have kept my mouth there . . . maybe next time I would. Because there was going to be a next time. I wanted there to be a next time already, even though this time hadn’t even ended yet. I wanted to explore him even more and for him to explore me like that too, and for it all to eventually lead to sex, when I was ready for it.
But right now, I was perfectly content with this as I flopped back down onto my back. He reached for tissues and cleaned up and I’d never felt so sexy and powerful in my entire life. I had done that to him.
We both lay there, out of breath, the chlorinated water that had coated our bodies had been replaced by a thin layer of sweat and we held each other’s hands while we looked up at the ceiling together, shoulder to shoulder on the bed.
“That was. . . .” Noah turned his head and I turned mine. We looked into each other’s eyes. He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.
“It was.” I smiled and bit my bottom lip. “How can we top that?”
He laughed and reached out, pushing a wet strand of hair out of my face. “We’ll have to see.” And then he pulled me into his arms and my head came to rest on his big chest. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed as I bent my leg and draped it over him.
And that’s how we fell asleep that night. Tangled up with each other, in many more ways than just physically.