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“I feel it too,” she says, keeping her words low, hushed from the outside world and only meant for me. “In here, you have a part of me,” she declares, sliding her palm between us to rest over the organ that beats in my chest for her.
It leaps beneath her touch, and our mouths meet. A smile curls her lips as I lick gently across them, tasting her sweet happiness. Her hand on my chest moves achingly slowly up my neck and into the hair at my nape, threading through the strands, then she pulls me closer.
Our chests meet, and I push my hips down into hers, so we can grind our pelvises against each other. Rosy hooks a leg around my waist as my head tilts, deepening our kiss with fervour. She shifts beneath me, and I widen my legs and push harder, sucking down her silent moan.
We give and take, moving against and with each other. It’s been forever, yet not enough when I come up for air. But I’m too absorbed in her taste to move any further than the corner of her mouth. I trail kisses along her jaw, her neck, and down to her collarbone. Skating a hand up her thigh, I slip beneath the fabric of her jumper and up to the waistband of her leggings.
The moment my fingertips meet the bare skin of her stomach, she sucks in a breath and tilts her hips up into me.
“Yes,” she murmurs, slipping her hand from my nape and curling it around my shoulder.
When I reach the bottom of her neck, I nip at the exposed skin, then soothe it with a kiss. At her low moan, I repeat the move. I continue to explore beneath her jumper, brushing my fingertips along the lacy edges of her bra.
“Can I?” I ask. The words sound throaty even to my ears.
“Yes.” She nods, and I bunch the material up, suddenly desperate to see what the lace looks like moulded to her. If it’s nude, dark, bright, or sheer.
Pink and sheer.
“Noah?” she asks hesitantly, and I belatedly realise I’m staring at her.
“I really like this,” I croak, stroking the material. It’s a soft pink and sheer in areas so I can see her nipples and parts of her curved breasts through the lace.
She huffs, glancing down at her chest. “This wasn’t what I originally planned to wear for you.”
“Well, I love it,” I promise.
Unable to just keep staring, I trail my nose up the rise of one breast and carefully blow across her skin, watching it pebble. Slowly I circle around to her nipple and place my mouth over it, then hum lightly. Her short nails dig into my shoulder, only to fall away when I suddenly suction around the hardened nub. Her legs scissor under me as she releases a long, low moan.
“Shit, Noah. What?”
Without answering, I move over to her other breast and repeat the action, relishing her reaction once again. I place a hand on her knee and…
A loud ding echoes around the room. A notification from her phone, I assume, so I ignore it. Ready to continue my exploration and lose myself in making Rosy feel incoherently blissed out and satisfied.
The perfect birthday present.
“Argh,” Rosy grumbles indignantly. “I need to check that.”
A sliver of disappointment seeps through me, and I release a disgruntled groan as I drop my head to her shoulder.
Rosy giggles, shimmying out from under me, her cheeks flushed and hair tangled from my hands. She tugs her jumper back down and grabs her phone, disconnecting it from the projector. Her eyes light up as she glances over to me.
“Um… Can we pause? Something’s finally arrived for me next door, and I need to go get it. It’s also for you,” she explains, shuffling towards the door.
I chuckle lightly and sit up, running a hand through my hair. Exhaling heavily, I attempt to calm my elevated pulse and try to ignore the lingering feel of her under me.
Everything within me is still hard and throbs from being entangled together. Her kisses and moans are at the forefront of my mind.
“Of course.” I nod, and she spins, rushing out quickly.
I can wait…
FIFTY-NINE
ROSY
Every cell in my body resists, protesting as I slip from Noah’s room. The lace of my bra over my nipples is still damp from his mouth; they’re sensitive and pointed beneath it from his expert attention. The friction from my jumper definitely doesn’t help either.
