The beginning of everything else

Fingertips

AN - For anyone not wishing to read the more intimate chapters, skip this one and move on to the next.

I wake up laying with my head on Noah's chest to the feeling of his fingers tracing a line from my shoulder, down my back, before they reverse their journey and repeat over and over again. The sensation feels so good, waking me up enough to be aware of my surroundings whilst keeping me in a semi-dazed state of blissful serenity. I'm aware of his lips, pressed against my forehead, never quite leaving my skin as he kisses me awake.

I must have moved enough for him to know that I'm no longer asleep, and I feel his smile briefly interrupt his kisses as the sweep of his hand takes a slightly deviated path, now caressing the swell of my breast and the curve of my ass. The sensation isn't quite a tickle, but it leaves a trail of tingles across my skin, and I find myself tracing the lines between the muscles of his chest and abs, creeping lower and lower towards the V. His lips slowly move away from my face and as I glance up to meet his eyes, his mouth reclaims me. His free hand tangles in the hair at the back of my head, his tongue gently searching my mouth as he rolls me onto my back.

We haven't spoken yet, but we don't need to, the love and need between us has filled the room. It's so clear and present that it's almost tangible, something I could reach out and touch if I wanted to. I part my legs for him and he nestles between them, hooking my knees around his hips then leaning on one of his forearms so as not to crush me, the other having never stopped its gentle exploration of my skin continuing to leave a trail of shivers and goosebumps wherever it goes. 

His lips start to trail kisses down the length of my neck as that hand of his makes a final sweep from my hip, over my waist, then finds my breast. I can hear my breathing starting to get ragged as my back arches from the bed and I get completely lost in the sensation of his lips reaching my collarbone, his fingertips rolling my nipple and his hardness resting against my leg. 

I want his lips to descend more quickly, and yet I relish every delicious second of this suspense. This is new, his pace so deliberate, but this isn't meant to tease, it's like he's worshipping every inch of my body that this hands and mouth meet. I can hear myself whimpering as my body writhes beneath him, getting lost in this exquisite agony of longing as his mouth makes its way towards my breast.

"Noah please - " I cry just as his lips find my nipple and my fingers grip his hair, locking him in place. His tongue expertly swirls around my bud and I feel his fingers trace down my stomach, across my mound, finding the wetness between my legs. 

Without stopping what his mouth is doing, I both feel and hear the deep groan escape his lips in reaction to feeling how ready I am for him whilst his fingers gently massage my most sensitive place. I feel like I'm both a goddess and a siren as he continues to work my body into a frenzy, the rest of the world has disappeared, leaving just me and him and every molecule of our essence where our skin meets. I can feel myself climbing, the world retreating further as unintelligible sounds escape my lips, followed by a split second to enjoy the view, the anticipation, before my body dives from the cliff and I shatter at his touch.

Swimming in my post-orgasmic haze, I feel his kisses follow the trail his fingers made and then his arms wrap around my thighs pulling me down the bed, allowing him to kneel between them on the floor. Placing open mouth kisses down the inside of my thighs, I feel so completely and underly exposed to this man, and yet I've never felt safer nor more comfortable with my nakedness in my life. The anticipation is gripping me again, as I feel the throb return between my legs, and just before he devours me I hear him tell me "that was one of at least three".