6.

 

Noelle

 

Dear Lord, what has this man done to me?

I’m moaning aloud, gasping his name as he touches me; stroking, invading, curling his fingers deep inside me. It feels like my whole body is alight; a live wire twisting in the dark, electric and free.

Then Ash bends his head, puts his mouth to me, and shows me what real pleasure feels like. How everything else leading up to this moment has been a pale imitation, a whisper of a lie.

This is the real thing, and fuck, it’s heaven.

I gasp as his tongue licks up against my clit, swirling over the tender nub until waves of pleasure crest through my whole body. “Don’t stop,” I beg, arching up to meet his mouth. “Please, Ash…”

He pumps his fingers inside me, filling me up as his tongue laps in a dizzying rhythm. It’s fire in my veins, so good, too fucking good. Helpless, I fall back against the crate, gazing up at the midnight sky. The lights of the city blur in my daze, a cacophony of color sparkling as my body shivers and keens and breaks apart with pleasure. I’m outside of myself, lost in the maddening rush pushing me higher, higher.

Ash pauses, and blood pounds in my ears. I lift my head, whimpering with need; my body coiled tight, strung out on the edge. “What?” I gasp. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Ash’s voice is thick with lust. His eyes glitter darkly, his expression triumphant. “I just want to see that look in your eyes when I make you come.”

Slowly, he thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them just right. I hear myself cry out, but I don’t care. All that matters is the thick thrust of his fingers, and delicious pressure as his thumb strokes over my clit, in perfect time. Just right. Right there. Oh God—

I come apart, the pleasure shattering through my body in a hard, sweet rush of power. For a moment, I’m soaring weightless in the dark, then I snap back to my body with a sharp pull.

A need that isn’t satiated, the hunger still thick and demanding in my blood.

I reach up and pull Ash down to me, claiming his mouth in a fevered kiss. I run my hands through his hair, drowning in the taste of him—of myself, still on his tongue. Ash groans, gripping me tightly, grinding hard enough for me to feel the urgent thrust of his cock, thick between us. I don’t recognize the desire that takes me over, makes me reach for his pants and strip his belt open. I just know I need to feel him, need him moving deep inside.

I push his underwear down and close my hand around the hard, thick length of him. Ash groans, ragged in my ear as I begin to move. The sound is a rush like no other; the need in him, mirroring my own, and soon he grabs my hand away, panting with barely-held control.

“Noelle,” he says it like a prayer, fevered in the black of night. I’ve never felt more beautiful in my life—more wanted—as he gazes down at me, his face lit with pure desire.

I answer with my body: parting my thighs and laying back, pulling his body to cover my own. Ash braces himself on his elbows above me, capturing my mouth in a slow blazing kiss. I open my mouth to him; my body, inviting.

He enters me slowly, inch by glorious inch.

The world stops. The night sky fades away. For a brief, blissful moment, there’s nothing in this universe but the thick friction of his cock thrusting deep inside me and the intoxicating slide of his tongue against mine.

Then my body takes over. I rise up, matching every stroke, clawing at his back to bring him closer. Deeper. I’m lost in sensation, totally overcome. Heat and pleasure, thrust and pull. Every moment, every inch, the fire radiates through my body, rising in an incredible wave of pleasure, so deep I could happily drown. I drive against him, needing more, but Ash holds back; his movements slow and labored, his limbs rigid with tension. He’s clinging to that self-control, even now. Keeping us both back from the brink.

“Don’t hold back,” I gasp. “Please, I want it all.”

Still, he keeps pace, his slow thrust driving me crazy, until I can’t take any more. I clench around him, deep inside.

Ash stills, and I want to scream in frustration. I’m so close, I need to do something, anything, to break this determined control.

I clench again, and drag my nails down his back.

Ash pulls his head back, and I can see it in his eyes, the moment he lets go. With a roar, he slams into me, hard.

Yes!

I moan, arching up, loving the feel of him so deep. So fucking good. But I don’t have time to savor it, not with Ash driving into me again, demanding; his hands on my body, his mouth claiming mine. This is out of control now, everything I wanted—but I’m not prepared for the force of it, the total obliteration. My fever burns hotter, brighter, threatening to consume everything in its path. I’m gone completely, nothing left of me but the hunger in my bloodstream and the pleasure of his touch, and Ash, fuck, Ash, everywhere; demanding, driving me on, his eyes a mirror of my own frenzied abandon. We move as one, until I forget where he ends and I begin, all that matters is how good he feels, how right. Plunging deeper, taking me higher, until I can’t take it anymore; the thick sweetness shivers at the base of my spine, and then it’s rising, radiating, a great wave of pleasure.

Ash pulls back, and slams into me one last time; his eyes wild, his hands gripping my wrists, pinning me down. I feel his cock surge deep inside, fuck, deeper than ever, taking me over, and I can’t control it anymore. All I can do is surrender, give in to the tidal wave of pleasure that shatters through my body, an endless storm of glittering ecstasy. I come apart, screaming his name as the stars ignite above us and the world disappears into the dark.

 

*

 

When I surface, Ash is passed out beside me, sleeping, his body heavy and warm against mine. He’s pulled my dress down, and covered us with his jacket, his arm slung around my waist in a protective embrace.

I lie back, gazing at the stars, and the bright shards of light glinting in the skyscrapers around us. I feel a rush of quiet emotion like never before.

Completely, utterly at peace.

No stress about work, or my family, or friends. No feeling not quite good enough. No rattle of thoughts circling my brain in a messy chatter, like I can’t ever shut them off.

Just this: a simple, bone-deep calm. Deep and true, like the blanket of midnight sky.

I stay there, curled against him, until my arm begins to go numb from Ash’s weight. I slip out from underneath him and reach down to scoop my cellphone from the ground, wondering how long we’ve been sleeping here. Then I notice the screen: six missed calls, all from my mom. I’ve had the phone set to silent; I never heard a thing.

My heart skips. It’s not like her to call so late, or so many times. I quickly open the text she’s sent.

Your grandmother had a stroke. CALL ME.

Panic flares. Oh God!

I quickly grab my purse and pull my shoes back on. For a moment, I think about waking Ash and explaining everything, but something about the way he’s laying there, so content, makes me pause. His expression is open, relaxed. A smile plays on the edge of his lips, and I wonder if he’s dreaming of me.

I don’t want to ruin this moment for him just yet. He deserves another few minutes of peace. Instead, I find a paper napkin in my purse and scribble my phone number. I tuck the paper in his shirt pocket, and lean over to gently kiss his lips.

Just for tonight, I promised him. We would forget the real world, and just see what happens.

But tonight is over, and the real world is waiting for me, full of anxious news.

“Call me. Please,” I whisper softly, praying this isn’t the end.

Then I walk away.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…