Unforgettable

Chapter 11

Noah's Pov

With Celine in my arms, I've never felt more at peace. She didn't know, but she talked in her sleep. She would softy call for her mom, breaking my heart. Last night, she was crying and crying, begging for her mother. I couldn't leave her, so I would just cradle her until it passed. Tonight was the same. Once she fell asleep, she called for her again. It didn't last as long this time, but my heart still ached. Eventually, I fell asleep too.
I woke up earlier than Celine and thought I was still dreaming. This angel had her arms around my neck while lying on my body. I was on my back, with one arm wrapped around her waist. My morning wood, too close to her. I tried to remove her from me to go to the bathroom, but I accidentally woke her up.

"Mm?" she groaned, adding to my aching cock.
"It's okay. Go back to sleep," I whispered, still trying to push her off.

"Noah?" She tightened her grip, still half asleep.

"Yes, it's me."

"Noah," She repeated, pushing herself closer.

"Yes?"

"Noah," She said, my name softer every time, fueling my fire.

"Celine."

"What's in your pocket?" Her eyes slowly opened, meeting mine.

"What?" It hit me that she was talking about my dick.

"Here," Her hand started for my cock, not knowing what it was.

    "Celine!" I grabbed her wrist, stopping her from making contact, "There's nothing in my pockets."

    I watched her realize what I meant, every ounce of fatigue leaving her, "I'm so sorry," She rolled away from me, creating space.

    "It's okay. I don't mind," I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

    I closed the door behind me, releasing a breath. Holy shit. She's here. Before I could continue to weigh my luck, my dick needed attention. I turned on the shower and removed my clothes. I stepped into the stream, letting it soak my bare body. My hand met my cock, and I began to stroke it.

    "Celine," She reappeared in my mind, standing naked before me.

    I imagined her walking to me, her hips swaying with each step. She would come to me and grab my cock, stroking it slowly.

    "More?" She would say.

    I'd nod my head frantically, "Yes, Celine!"

    "Don't forget your manners," I imagined her smirking, lightly squeezing my tip.

    "Please, more," My speed quickened, bringing me closer.

    I imagined her going on her knees, looking into my eyes the whole way down. She'd take me into her mouth and slowly suck. I'd watch as she touched herself, still pleasuring me. She'd lick the underside of my cock, making me go feral. The further my dream got, the quicker my pace became. I thought of her bringing me to the edge, just to pause and take me back. I pictured her starting to stand up after denying me yet another orgasm. She would turn around, hands on the shower door and back arched.

    "I'm waiting."

    I'd slowly enter her, warmth enveloping me, "Fuck."

    She would moan, egging me on. I kept pumping into her, unable to stop. I could feel myself reaching the edge and chasing it down like a crazed dog. My balls began to tighten, and precum slowly leaked.

    "Celine!" I moaned and came undone.

    My cum went down the drain, along with any doubt of desire. I heard a soft knock on the door, "Noah? You okay?"