15
Better Than Prom
~Claire~
Noah is filled with surprises for me tonight. I am ecstatic, yet so incredibly nervous, because I know the time has come. My legs are shaking and my grip on him is tight as we dance to our favorite songs, alone in a hotel room. As Katy once said to me: the suspense is the best part of the experience. But right now, the suspense has me nauseated.
When Noah showed up at my house in his tux, which I could not believe he wore, my dad took the appropriate pictures, and then we took off in my car with Noah driving. He drove us an hour away into the city, which was farther than I thought we would go since we would have to drive back to town to the only nice facility a prom could be held—the country club. But nope, that wasn’t in his plans. Noah took us right to a hotel where we dined in its small restaurant—well, I pushed my food around—and then we went straight up to our room.
Our room … Wow. Noah must have been here earlier in the day because, when we walked in, his iPod dock was playing on repeat, and petals were strewn across the bed, floor, and even the Jacuzzi. It was a pretty room with the rose petals mixed with lilies and lavender.
With my head lying against Noah’s chest, my eyes closed, I listen as Noah gently sings in my ear. We are gently rocking, me holding on tightly with my hands wrapped around his back as he rubs soothingly up and down my naked back.
“You know I adore you, right?” Noah asks me this all the time now, his way of saying he loves me.
I nod, my throat too tight with nervousness to speak.
I feel his body shudder with a chuckle against my cheek. “Backing down now that the moment is here?”
I shake my head this time then finally gain the courage to loosen my grip on him, looking up, up, up into his face. “No.” My voice cracks on the word, and Noah’s eyes soften.
I might be nervous, but I am not backing down on this. I love Noah with every fiber of my being. I can’t see my future without him in it. We click like I have never seen anyone do. We have this connection that feeds each other. We know what the other is thinking and feeling without words. We are two halves of the same whole.
Noah cradles my face, his lips lowering to mine, and I grasp his wrists as our lips connect in a sweet kiss. He pecks my lips once, twice, three times before I raise up on my tiptoes and throw my hands around his neck, crushing our lips together. My nervousness buries itself when I’m like this with Noah. I don’t think about anything else; just feel when I am in his arms.
We kiss and kiss before Noah slowly picks me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. His hands are under my dress, gripping, pressing me closer to him as he backs me into the wall, all while ravishing each other’s mouths, our tongues mating like it’s for the last time as the music fades into the background.
Then Noah lowers me to the ground where he proceeds to lower himself until he is on his knees in front of me. I try to catch my breath, bracing myself against the wall, my brain shut down to all thoughts, except “keep breathing,” as he undoes the straps on my heels and takes them off one at a time. Then he circles each ankle with his hands and gradually slides them up my legs.
We watch each other, our desire reflected in each other’s eyes. Noah’s look intense, the black consuming his eyes, but there is consideration there, too. Well, there is until his devilish smirk comes out, and then his head disappears under my dress.
I gasp out in surprise as he kisses me there, something he has never done before. I can feel his fingers gripping my hips underneath my dress. My legs would have given out on me if he wasn’t holding me up. This is already territory we have never gone before.
I hear him inhale, his nose pressed right there, and I feel a wave of embarrassment heating up my already heated cheeks, which swiftly disappears as he glides his hands back down my legs … with my panties. My breathing picks up, and I brace myself against the wall as I step out of them, my legs shaking so badly.
Noah brings his hands back up to my hips and pins me there as I feel his tongue on me. The sensation makes me jump, thrusting myself against his mouth, something he must appreciate because he lets out a groan then starts swirling that tongue around. I can’t even control my movements as I rock into it.
He moves one hand down to the back of my knee and lifts it up over his shoulder. Then, with that same hand, he presses a finger against my opening before I feel it slip inside.
His tongue presses harder on a bundle of nerves that causes me to gasp out and moan. I reach out for something to grip, but there is nothing, so I brace one hand against the dresser next to me and grab my own hair with my free hand.
Another finger slips inside of me, and my moans escalate. I’m moving against his tongue and fingers, the familiar tingles starting, an orgasm on the rise.
I distantly hear the song change, a faster paced one, and Noah’s ministrations pick up pace. He presses his tongue harder against my clit, licking and sucking as he continues to stroke inside me.
My body is flushing. I feel the rise of heat start in my belly and work its way up to my face. Sweat beads my forehead as Noah replaces his tongue with his thumb, pressing, pressing, pressing.
His head comes out from underneath my dress. I feel him watching me as my eyes roll back and the moans continue to escape. Then I open my eyes and bite my bottom lip as I watch him lick his own, which are wet with my arousal. He looks so damn beautiful with his hair now tousled.
My legs start to quiver with the release that’s right on the brink of exploding. I concentrate on Noah’s fingers that are still caressing me inside and out. He starts talking, and my release finally hits me at his words.
“You look so beautiful. Seven months, Claire. Seven months of buildup. Seven months of dreaming of tasting you, wanting to lick inside you, savor your taste in my mouth. You don’t know how close I was to giving in so many times.”
I grasp his hair as I come, sliding down the wall with his fingers still inside me. I bite my lip to muffle my cries before Noah is kissing me, my taste on his tongue.
He slips his fingers out of me, and then he’s standing up, pulling me with him. I lean against the wall again as I watch him step out of his shoes and take off his socks. He already took off his jacket and tie when we entered the room. He starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, his eyes always on me. Then he’s taking it off, and the belt goes next.
He steps toward me at the same time I step toward him. As soon as I am within his grasp, though, he turns me around and unclasps the one strip of fabric holding my dress up in the back. We both watch as the dress falls to the floor, which seems to signify that this is it, the next step, a warning that there is no turning back, not now that I am completely naked and Noah is the one who initiated it.
My back still to him, he removes the two pins holding my hair back from face then brushes all my hair to the side, completely baring my back. I feel him press against me, his naked flesh connecting with mine.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, caressing my back softly with the back of his fingers, eliciting goose bumps.
I turn around to face him, my eyes level with his lower chest. I look up at him as I reach for his pants, waiting for him to stop me like he has so many times before. He doesn’t, not this time. This time, I’m able to unbutton his pants, pull the zipper down, and then I’m sliding his pants and boxers down his long legs. When I stand back up, we are both utterly naked.
Noah moves in and presses our bodies together, starting another dance as he wraps his arms around me, holding me so close. I can feel his erection pressed between us, against my waist. I’ve felt and seen it before, but not like this, fully exposed, feeling hot and heavy against me.
I don’t know what to do next, so I let Noah lead. He slowly dances us in a circle before taking my hand and spinning me away from him. I laugh as I spin back toward him, and then he’s dipping me with a kiss. I continue to giggle into his mouth, feeling his own smile growing against mine.
“I adore you.”
“I adore you, too, Noah.”
~Noah~
My heart swells as I hear those words coming from Claire. She might not realize it, but that’s the first time she professed she loves me back. Usually, it’s the “I know” response. However, whether she says it or not, I do know. Still, it’s nice to hear.
I grin as I lift her up from the dip then raise her arms around my neck. We share another kiss, this one less playful as I back her up toward the bed, then press her down before climbing between her legs.
Kneeling, I kiss up her legs, then up her waist to her firm breasts. I lave one nipple at a time, sucking and nibbling them both to hard peaks as Claire arches her back, forcing each breast farther into my mouth. Then Claire grips my cock, and I almost come immediately.
I sit back and hold her hand still. “Claire, don’t.”
“You always say that.”
I clench my teeth through my words. “I’m so close to coming now that, if you move that hand, I’m—”
She dares to squeeze, causing me to suck in a breath.
She moves up onto her own knees, hand still gripping my cock. “Let me …” She blushes and lowers her head, not completing her sentence.
Intrigued to that telling blush, I ask, “Let you, what?”
“I want to please you like you did me.” She won’t meet me eyes as a deeper blush rushes to her face. Then she whispers, “Show me?” and finally looks me in the eye.
I’m torn. Claire is always so curious, and it’s been fun to teach her, but what if I can’t hold back? What if I traumatize her, and then no more head in my future? The minute she puts her lips around me, I will probably explode. I don’t know what to do here. However, the time for holding back is gone. I told Claire no so many times before that I can’t do it now.
I nod, and Claire’s eyes widen in surprise before this look crosses her face that is unfamiliar—lust. Real lust. Then she drops her eyes from mine to stare at my cock. I see her appraising me, her eyes windows to every thought. She’s eager to please, surprised by my girth, determined to do this right, yet scared she will fail.
She scoots closer to me, and I release my hand from hers. Then she leans over, her hair curtaining her face. I reach out and gather her hair into one fist so I can watch her as her little, pink tongue comes out and licks the bead of pre-come from the head.
I hiss from the contact, followed by an immediate groan when her lips close around me then slides down the length. At feeling that, I almost come.
Claire lifts her head back up and immediately slides back down, sucking, and I feel her swallow. It feels amazing. She then comes back up and releases me, gasping for breath before she takes me back into her mouth.
My grasp on her hair tightens as I try to hold back, gritting out instructions. Then I feel her exhale through her nose as she speeds up. I am so close to the edge. So damn close.
I pull her head back when I feel the buildup, my orgasm about to explode. “Claire, I’m coming.”
She sucks hard, and I do mean hard, and then I’m coming, my cock jerking and pulsing in her hot mouth. Claire stills, her hand on my cock tightening, like it’s grounding her, while I groan and collapse back on the bed, my head hanging off the end of it.
Unable to move just yet, I feel Claire crawl over me until she is at the precise alignment of our two bodies.
I open my eyes and lift my head to see her lying over me, her chin resting on her crossed arms over my chest, watching me.
“Did I do it right?” she asks point-blank.
I laugh, letting my head fall back. “Did I come?”
She pokes me in my side, and I jump. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She pokes me again, and then I’m rolling us over until I’m on top of her.
“Yes, angel. You were perfect.”
Her smile hits me like a freight train, making me feel how I felt the first time I saw her. My breath halts, my heart stops, and then my heart is pounding to the point I can hear it in my head. Time stands still, and the world becomes centered around her. Just her. This is the moment in time, the last thing I want to see, to remember, when I leave this earth.
Then her smile turns coy and sensual with those eyes looking so heavy. I created a seductress.
This new her has time stopping once again. I love her so damn much.
I can’t wait anymore. I’m still hard, already desperate for another release. I want her right now.
Claire seems to know what’s on my mind, seeing the hunger in my eyes. God, she knows me so well.
She pulls my head down until our lips meet in a scorching kiss, opening her legs for me to settle between. Then I move my hand between her legs, slipping one then two fingers inside. She’s so small, so tight; everything about her so petite. I don’t want to hurt her. I think I would shed a tear myself if I did.
I slip a third finger inside slowly, feeling her walls relax and accept them. So warm and wet. So ready. I can’t wait anymore.
Claire and I decided to forgo condoms, despite what happened to Troy and Chelsea. She’s been on a contraceptive for years to relieve the pain of her periods, and we are both clean. Besides, I want nothing between us.
Pulling my fingers out, I then guide my cock to her opening, leaning on one elbow while I continue to kiss her. Her hands are in my hair, pulling at it when she feels me rub against her then slip the head into her opening.
I bring my arm back up to rest next to her head, pull away from kissing her, and simply look down at her, seeing flower petals throughout her hair: white lilies, purple lavender, and red roses.
When she meets my eyes, I ask her hoarsely, “Are you ready?”
She nods, looking tentative yet determined. So precious, and now I am about to take that precious innocence away from her.
Maintaining eye contact, I start pressing forward, sliding into her warmth. It’s so tight. The journey feels like forever as I work my way in.
“This is going to hurt, angel. I’m going to stop as soon as I push through,” I promise.
She nods again, looking at me with nothing but trust and adoration. “I’m ready.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I thrust into her hard, sinking all the way in. She gasps and pulls my head down, burrowing her face into the crook of my neck. I feel her shivering, and it scares the crap out of me.
“Claire, are you okay?” I choke out, smoothing her hair back. I was so afraid of this.
Claire nods again, her answer muffled into my neck. “Give me a minute. It burns, but the pain was quick. It’s fading. Just … don’t move yet.”
“I’m not moving until you give me the word. We’re going to take this slow, angel. I never want to cause you pain.” I say the words, but my body wants to contradict them. She feels too damn good.
I kiss her face, making my way down until she lifts her head. Then I kiss and suck on her neck. She moans, and then grinds against me, making me return her moan.
Her walls are constricting around me, gripping and releasing, making my own cock throb in reply. Ignoring it, I continue to pepper her with kisses as she finally relaxes.
“Okay, I-I’m ready,” she moans out when I suck on her earlobe.
I pull back. “I’ll go slow.”
She nods again as I pull slowly out of her, watching her face for any signs of pain. Not seeing any, I push forward and see her eyes roll as she moans.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers with a gasp.
Thank God, because I don’t think I can hold back anymore. I want to live in her forever.
I continue at a slow pace, holding myself over her and watching her perfection as she meets my every thrust. The she moves her hands from my shoulders down to my ass, grasping it, egging me on faster, harder. Her nails dig in, but I couldn’t care less. The pain feels so good.
Wanting to give it to her like she’s asking, I drive into her. She gasps out my name, her breathing picking up, as I sink in even deeper than before, being cautious not to be too rough.
“Do you like that?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop,” she gasps out, her usually soft noises becoming louder.
Spurred on, I raise up, unable to look away from her face as I pick up the momentum. Sweaty, flushed, eyes glazed over, flawless. I wish I had words in this moment to give her, but I can’t express enough how wonderful she feels under me. No woman has ever felt so good.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I watch her breasts bounce, hair spilling over them and off the end of the bed, her body glistening with sweat.
I lean back over her and suck a nipple into my mouth before making my way up her neck, and then devouring her mouth, swallowing all her gasps of pleasure.
Her little hips come up to meet me in sync as I rest on my elbows, moving my mouth to her ear. “I wish you could see yourself right now. You look gorgeous. I adore you, Claire.”
“Noah …”
I know what she wants. I can feel her tightening. Thank God, because I need a release.
I reach down to her clit, applying pressure as I circle my thumb around the nub. Almost immediately she lets go in a hoarse scream, her body convulsing as I fill her with my seed.
I collapse on top of her and wrap my arms around her back, pulling her to me as I shift us to our sides. Both of us are gasping for air, her hair a tangled mess all over us. I hold her close and tuck her head under my chin, pushing all that hair away from my face and hers.
I time my breaths with hers, waiting for them to calm before I ask, “How do you feel?”
She snuggles closer into me. “Amazing,” she sighs out.
“Really?” I sound incredulous, because I am. I expected her to say sore. “You’re not still hurt?”
“A little. But it’s not that bad. Just achy right now.”
I smile, unable to stop it, thinking about what’s next. “I have a cure for that.”
~Claire~
“Is this better than prom?” Noah asks as he caresses my waist. His light touches are already making me want more of what we had earlier.
Earlier … was euphoric, like a dream. I don’t think it has hit me yet that I’m not a virgin anymore. Or maybe it’s that I thought I should feel differently somehow, like it’s a rite of passage that should have accompanied a whole ceremony, maybe a blessing to Artemis. Instead, I feel like I do every other day.
I turn my head to the side to look at him sitting behind me in the Jacuzzi. “This is so much better.” I lean back and kiss his chin, which is starting to get bristly. I think it adds to his appeal. “Thank you.”
Noah’s gaze is intense when he says, “You never have to thank me for making you happy. It’s my job.”
I laugh. “It’s a waiter’s job to serve food, but we still thank them.”
“Touché.”
I sink down farther into the water and against Noah’s chest, causing his hand to shift from my waist to my breasts. The warm water is very soothing to my soreness, which isn’t really that bad. In any case, not as bad as I imagined it would be. I’m glad, too, because I want to have sex again. It’s only been once, and I’m already addicted.
Noah massages one breast, his other arm wrapped around my hips to keep me against him. I feel his lips softly tickle my ear and sigh at the sensations. Then I drop my head back against his shoulder when he pinches my nipple, moaning at the sensation. Like my moan was an invitation, Noah cups between my legs where I am already aroused and sensitive. I gasp when he slides a finger between my folds, caressing. I can’t help myself from undulating against his hand.
“Again already, Claire?” His voice is husky at my ear, his lips caressing as he speaks, causing delicious shivers to run down my back.
I arch into his hand. “Yes.”
I grab Noah’s knees as a finger slips inside. There is a mild burn at the intrusion, but it’s not enough to make me want to stop.
“You okay?”
I gasp, “Yes,” as he slips his finger in deeper, while his thumb works miracles. It feels so good.
Another finger is added, and I gasp out, biting my lip to keep from moaning as I press myself closer to Noah, gripping his legs even tighter. His hand at my breasts is still teasing and massaging, moving from one to the other. His mouth remains at my ear, his breathing escalating in tandem with my own. He sounds so sexy. Just him breathing like that is a turn on.
“I could do this all day. I love touching you, hearing you lose control, watching you come.”
I would let him.
I’m about to come now, the heat rising to my face, my lower body coiling tight, when Noah pulls his hand away. No!
“Turn around, angel.”
I turn, kneeling in front of him, the water sloshing around at my movement. His eyes hold mine for a moment before dropping to my breasts. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, his mouth latching on to one, sucking eagerly. I gasp his name, feeling him part my legs and lift them over his until I am straddling him. I take that as an opportunity to rub myself against him, rising and falling against his length.
Noah moans against my chest, stopping all attention to my breasts. “More,” is all he gets out before lifting me up until I am poised over his manhood.
For once, he is looking up at me. It makes me feel empowered. Instinctually, I know what to do. I brace my hands on Noah’s shoulders, lowering myself on his length as he continues to grasp my waist.
As we feel him enter, both of us tighten our grasps as I sink farther down until I can go no further. We are both unmoving, gasping for air now, holding steady, eyes connected in passion, eyelids lowered in arousal.
Noah is the first to move, moving his mouth to mine as he gasps out, “You’re so beautiful.”
The passion escalates as our lips connect hungrily. Then I start to move, feeling him full inside of me as we continue to kiss and grope and pull and squeeze. We can’t get close enough.
Then Noah breaks the kiss, wrapping his arms around my lower back and holding me close to him as his mouth returns to my breasts. His hold on me has him hitting a spot inside that feels so pleasantly delicious. I want to move faster, have him go deeper, my desire increasing.
I arch my back, thrusting my breasts out, making the sensation he’s causing by hitting that spot grow. Gasping for breath, moaning and calling out his name, he responds by squeezing me tighter.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back, my hair floating across the water. Noah’s voice reaches me as he tells me how much he adores me, how good I feel, how he can’t get enough. Dirty talk is thrown in there about what I feel like to him, that he can feel me tightening around him, squeezing him. His words build the arising climax until it happens.
Spots burst forth behind my eyelids. My body quakes with the release, and I can’t control my movements anymore. I grow tight then limp in his hold as the pulsing contractions take over.
I’m barely cognizant when I feel Noah sit up and lift me, still connected. He places me on the edge of the tub then starts driving into me as he kisses me all over my face before he rests his forehead on my collarbone. I hear the water sloshing all around the tub with his movements and the slap of our bodies with every thrust.
I wrap my legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankle, then set my elbows on his shoulder and cradle his head with both arms. Both of us remain in this position, gasping, moaning, groaning, and him grunting until he slams into me once more and stills only moments later.
He slowly slips out of me, then lifts his head and stares at me with this indescribable look in his eyes. Then he rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes.
I continue to keep my arms around his head, playing with his wet hair.
“I don’t ever want to lose you,” Noah says before giving me a closed mouth kiss then returning his forehead to mine. “Can you promise me I won’t?”
His words frighten me, because he says them with so much passion. He sounds so scared, so worried. I don’t like it. I don’t like him feeling this way. I don’t want to lose him, either.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise him.
“I love and adore you so much, angel, so fucking much. You’re my … gravity, keeping my universe from falling apart and spiraling out of control. If I lost you, I would have nothing—”
“Don’t talk like that.” This is not something I’m used to hearing from Noah. Never Noah. Noah is always so in control and self-assured. To know he thinks I could tear his world apart like that frightens me. “Nothing is going to happen, and you won’t ever lose me. But what if I lost you?”
Noah looks at me then, his eyes declaring that that would never happen, but I continue.
“What if you left me? Do you know that scares me? That you might get bored of me and go back to your old ways. Leave me …” I can’t even get the words out.
Noah shakes his head as I keep talking.
“I would still live, but I wouldn’t be happy. I don’t think I could ever be happy again if I lost you. You came into my life so unexpectedly, and I was drawn to you from the first second I saw you. I tried to fight the attraction. I was determined to stick to my plan: finish school, tutor for ungodly hours, and leave this town behind me. But you captured me and haven’t let me go … yet. So, I ask myself all the time: When is Noah going to let go?”
“Never,” Noah growls.
I look at him sadly. “I wish I could believe that, but I still have my doubts. I always will, until it happens, or …” I shrug and look away, not knowing how I am supposed to end that sentence. Not knowing what that “or” could be.
“I have the same fears, angel.” Noah brushes away hair that is stuck to my face. Then he lifts the guitar pick pendant and kisses it. “We’ll have to prove to each other that we won’t.” He smiles, and I return it, understanding his promise.
“I promise,” I repeat back to him.