As soon as the door to our room closes, Noah's lips find mine. His hands hold me softly, guiding my hips towards him, and as our bodies mold together, I feel his hardness pressed against my stomach. I snake my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to the kiss. I want this man, I want every piece of him, and I let myself get lost in his touch. Our tongues dance together exploring, my hands now grasping at his hair, and with his arms wrapped so tightly around my back, only our clothes separate us.
Chest heaving, his mouth starts to wander, leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses from my jaw, down my neck, and to my collar bone - I feel wanton, head tipped back, as a moan escapes my lips. His kisses slow, head still by my shoulder, whilst his nose nuzzles the sweet spot between my shoulder and the base of my neck.
"I love you Elle" I hear him whisper, "I love you so fucking much", before sucking at my tingling skin. Gripping him tighter, my back arching, it sends heat, passion, and desire straight to my core. Everywhere that he touches feels on fire, he's leaving a trail of embers, like a roadmap on my skin made of electric shocks. If we had been younger, I would have been embarrassed by the noises that are coming out of my mouth, but I don't care - I want him to know how he makes me feel, I know he likes it when I don't hold back, and I am rewarded for my groans and whimpers when I feel him smile against my skin.
"I love you too... I need you Noah" I reply as I push his suit jacket down his arms, showing him what I want. This man is mine, and I want to claim him. My fingers make light work of his buttons and belt buckle, and like his jacket, his shirt and pants join the pile of his clothes on the floor. A moment later we are reconnecting our lips. I feel his fingers find the zipper of my dress, letting it pool like liquid on the floor after cascading over my hips.
"Are you sure?" he asks, pupils dilated as his hands skim across my skin. He's everything, so beautiful, so full of love that I can't imagine there ever being a time when I wouldn't want him.
"Yes" I manage, my voice coming out breathy before his lips recapture mine in the gentlest of kisses, and he lifts me, legs around his waist, pressing my back against the wall. His lips become more urgent, and my hips grind into him, letting go to the need that is consuming us, burning between us, uniting our souls.
I feel us moving as he carries me from the door to the bed then lowering me carefully to the middle before joining me and hovering over my body whilst nestling between my legs.
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Waking up the next morning is undeniably the best morning of my life so far - Elle is still sleeping peacefully, burrowing into me with her back against my chest. One of my arms is wrapped around her and the other is under her head as a pillow. That arm is now full of pins and needles, but I don't mind at all, I'd chop my arm off to wake up with her like this every morning and so a little numbness seems reasonable.
Explosive is the only way that I can reasonably describe last night after the bedroom door closed. We made love for hours, making up for lost time and discovering new ways to drive each other wild until we fell asleep, satisfied in each other's arms.
I can't help but think about the way her lips felt on every inch of my skin, and the feel of her thighs on either side of my face, her hands in my hair encouraging me on,as she came from my mouth alone. I remember the euphoria in her eyes, quivering beneath me as orgasm after orgasm overwhelmed her body, calling out my name.
We made love passionately, her clinging to my body as I thrust into her against the wall. We made love frantically, her legs hooked over my shoulders, the room filled with noises of skin on skin, grunts, and moans, and we made love sensually, her straddling my lap in the armchair by the window, our bodies pressed tightly together, lips never parting as our hips gyrated together in the perfect seductive dance.
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FanficSix years after going their separate ways to Harvard and USC, Noah boards a plane bound for LAX hoping that it is not too late to start forever.