“So you still have a thing for blondes?” I teased.
“Only one.” He walked across the kitchen and kissed me lightly. I could tell we were both subconsciously falling into our old ways. It was going to have to get nipped in the ass before it got out of control, I wasn't ready to let it happen yet.
“How about I make you breakfast?” he offered. “Then, we can do whatever you want today.”
“Sounds good.” I replied.
He walked to the fridge and pulled out the ingredients to make cheese omelets and bacon. I got the daunting task of buttering toast. He placed my plate onto the breakfast bar with a smile. It smelled delicious. It wasn’t surprising that he could cook, his mom was phenomenal in the kitchen.
When we were finished, he loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me back to the bedroom. He placed me down in the middle of the bed, so I was lying on my back. He leaned over me, supporting his weight on one arm. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Unable to do much else, I nodded. Cradling my head in his hands, he began slowly kissing me. Our tongues danced a slow, magical dance. I ran my hands up and down his sculpted chest, then up his neck and through his hair. I’ve missed him. Even though we had only been together once, nothing was ever able to come close to what we’d had. We had a soul bond.
Scraping my nails down his back, I pulled at his shirt until it was at his shoulders. We broke the kiss just long enough to take it off completely. I took a moment to marvel at his abs, his happy trail, and the V between his hips. His hand slid under my back and up my ribs, trailing his fingertips along my breasts. He pulled my demi bra down and playfully rolled my nipples between his fingers. I stifled a moan. I tossed the shirt I was wearing into the growing pile of clothes.
“Noah… this is no strings attached. Just two friends having casual sex.”
“We’ll see.” He cocked an eyebrow and started kissing me again.
I wanted to say more, but we were all tongues and hands. I kissed down his jaw line to his neck, gliding my hands over his chest down to his happy trail. I found him hard as steel, straining against his lounge pants. Our mouths met again. I stroked him lightly through the thin material swallowing his moans. He unhooked my bra and glided his fingertips down my arms, leaving me topless. He laid me back down and kissed my throat, my breasts, my stomach, before stopping and rolling his tongue around my belly button. He slid his hands under the elastic of my panties.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy, Jules,” he growled.
“You, too,” I said breathlessly. I was beyond turned on. Noah's touch sent sensual shockwaves throughout my body and grew with every touch.
He nipped at my hipbones, gently biting down my thighs before resting his head between my legs. His eyes met mine, as he began running his tongue up and down my heat, circling my clit and teasing my entrance. He was good, really good. Every lick, flick, swipe brought me closer to the brink and before long I was spiraling.
He sat up with a satisfied look on his face. I returned the favor, taking him inch by glorious inch until he pulled me away. “This is going to be over before we even begin if you keep that up.”
Pushing him further onto the bed until he was on his back, I straddled his waist. “I need you,” I said, panting as I lined him up. “If you don’t want to, now’s your chance.”
He answered by lifting his hips and thrusting into me. It was cosmic, euphoric, astonishing…
“Use my body. Make it yours,” he said through clenched teeth. “Oh, fuck!”
He slid out a couple inches and slowly moved in and out, allowing my body to get acclimated. He even hit a sensitive spot I didn’t know existed. I interlocked our fingers and used his hands to brace myself. I started moving, up and down, forward and backward, fast and slow, each movement better than the one before. Seeing our connection and how wet I was making him was really turning me on.
“Come on baby, let go. Let me feel you. I can tell you’re close,” he begged.
He started pumping with a feverish pace, and I let go. The feeling was so magnificent; I felt like I could pass out. He hooked his arms behind my back and switched positions, so I was on my back. He kissed me lovingly as he moved in and out slowly. He was making love to me. I moved my hands to his ass, making him pick up the pace. He kissed my face, my breasts, and my lips, causing a delicious burn. His hair stuck to his forehead. I lifted my hips up to give him a better angle.
“That feels so good,” I cried. “Fuck me harder, Noah.” He picked up the pace again and I felt the build. I felt him start to thicken. I could tell he was getting close. “Please,” I begged. “Come on, Noah, I want to feel you lose control. I want all of you.” He let go, and it was beautiful.
He lowered his body onto mine. We looked into each other’s eyes, forehead to forehead. He kissed me and cradled me in his arms. I felt so safe with him like this. I suddenly felt vulnerable. “Please don’t leave me again.” I started to cry. “I need you in my life. It’s not the same without you. It hasn't been since.”
“Never again. I love you, Jules.”
“You too.”
I was in such a blissful trance. He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, sitting me on the sink. As he started to clean me up, we decided to just take a shower. Stepping into the stone shower, I was careful not to wet my hair since it would turn into a frizz ball. He added some shower gel to a washcloth and washed my neck, my back, all the way to my toes, before doing the same to my front. I took the washcloth from him and did the same. When we got out, he wrapped us in a plush, white towel and pulled me close so that we were skin to skin.
Wrapped in a towel, I followed him into the master bedroom and started picking up the clothes that were strewn across the room. Again, everything had changed in a matter of hours. I wasn't sure what to make of it. Part of me was so relieved to have Noah back in my life. The other part was hesitant for fear of my heart breaking all over again. Noah kissing my shoulder broke my thoughts.
“I guess we should probably go out and do something today. Otherwise we’re not going to do anything else.”
We decided to walk around the city and be touristy for the day. The one clothing store we were in played a Justin Timberlake song and he teased me. “Remember that birthday?” He cringed slightly after he mentioned it.
It wasn’t such a pleasant memory for me.
I had just gotten home from school. It was my eleventh birthday, but no one acknowledged it. I didn’t expect them to. I was used to it by now. My dad had been transferred to England full-time the year before and he wasn’t able to make it home. He would call if he got the chance. My mom was going to dinner with her ‘friend’ Charles instead, but I was fine with that. I wasn’t stupid. I knew Charles was more than a friend. I’d overheard my parents arguing about him on more than one occasion.
Once I was in the safety of my room, I let the tears fall. I went to the kitchen and made myself a macaroni and cheese microwave dinner. I cleaned up the silverware and went back to my room to do some homework. A little while later, Noah had knocked on my window. I always left it unlocked so he could come and go as he pleased. We still saw each other all the time, but he was in high school now, so I didn’t see him during the day anymore.
He wished me a happy birthday, and I told him I wasn’t in the mood for celebrating. He reached outside the window and pulled a bag inside. He pulled out a small cake. It was a yellow cake with buttercream frosting and strawberry filling… my favorite. He also brought three presents. An N’Sync CD, since I had a ridiculous crush on Justin Timberlake that he always teased me about, a box of Jujubes, since that was his nickname for me, and a picture of us from the amusement park that his mom and dad took us to over the summer. I hugged him gratefully. Sometimes I felt much older than eleven. I thanked him for being my friend. We ate our cake before he headed back home. We knew my mom would be back soon. I fell asleep dreaming about the day I could get out of Greenville, Georgia.
Early that morning, something startled me awake. It was Charles. He was drunk and mumbling something about having a birthday present for me. That sick fuck tried to rape me that night. I somehow managed to fight him off and escape out my window. I ran across the lawn to Noah’s window. He opened it up for me and pulled me into his bed, promising to keep me safe. He did, for five years after that.
After extensive therapy and realizing that at any time anyone something bad could happen, I was able to overcome that night...for the most part.
“You mean Mrs. Timberlake.” I laughed, hoping to lighten the now dim mood.
“Mrs. Sinclair sounds better,” he said, feigning hurt.
“Noah, you need to stop with the marriage thing. You’ve been unengaged for five minutes, and I’m not ready for that kind of commitment right now. We can be friends, but we’re going to have to set some boundaries.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Spotting a photo booth across the street, I pulled him in and inserted five dollars. We started off making goofy faces and ended up kissing. We reluctantly dragged ourselves out of the booth before we were arrested for public indecency. We had lunch near Central Park. By the time we were heading back, I was exhausted from all the walking, so he hailed a cab. I knew he was going to try to convince me to stay again, but I had school and work tomorrow. I couldn’t miss either. Though school is closer from here than my house… I quickly squashed the thought.
“What can I do to convince you to stay?” He pouted.
“I need to go home. I have schoolwork to do, and I have to work tomorrow night. I need to get a good night’s sleep, and we both know that’s not going to happen if I stay here.” I knew we would spend the night humping like a couple of horny rabbits.
“What about Wednesday?” he asked.
“School until four and then work from eight to twelve.”
“Can I take you to dinner then?”
“Sure,” I agreed.