Unforgettable

Chapter 27

Celine Pov

I felt Noah fall asleep next to me, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn't wrap my head around what the actual fuck just happened. He just gave me oral, touched me everywhere, denied himself head, and is now cuddled into me asleep; How lucky could I possibly get?

His throbbing cock was still pressed up against me, holding me back from my slumber. No matter how hard I tried to fall asleep, my mind drifted back to the thing poking my ass. I moved a bit against it, unable to control myself as he softly groaned in his sleep. Biting my lip, so hard I might draw blood, I continued to grind, relishing in the sounds he made. My hand reached behind me, towards his imprint. My heart thumped in my ears, the tensions growing with every inch closer. The night was silent, not a cricket chirping or even the howling wind. The rain seemed to be gone, nothing left in its wake but the shimmering moonlight. My fingertips grazed against his pants, gingerly touching the outline.

Before I could grope it, properly touch it, his hand gripped my wrist, ending the journey to his cock.

"Celine, what are you doing?" His voice was thick and raspy, the sleep laced in every syllable.

I tried to shake my hand away from his firm grip, only to fail, "Nothing."

"Is this what you wanted?" He placed my hand on his raging cock, allowing me access.

    "Noah," I froze up, unsure by what to do.

"Hm, Celine? All that teasing just to get silent when I give you what you want?" His husky voice reverberated throughout my body, unknowingly igniting a fire inside me.

I turned over, my hand still glued onto him, unmoving, "How big are you?"

My mind wandered, thinking of how I'd fit him in my mouth let alone- "9 inches, baby."

My eyes nearly popped out of my head, "What?"

I tried to pull my hand away, little bits of fear inching their way throughout my body, but he trapped me there, "No. You don't get to run this time."

"What do you mean?" I sounded a bit high-pitched and shaky whereas he exuded confidence.

"You grinded on me in my sleep, not once but twice. Then, when you thought I was still asleep, you tried to touch me. I'm awake right now, angel, touch me."

"I don't know how," I'm not sure why this great boldness takes over just to leave me at the wrong moments, forcing me to deal with the stupidity of my actions.

His hand encapsulated mine, helping me rub against him at a slow, rhythmic pace. His lips parted as he began to speak, this time with a needier, almost weaker voice as if my touch was his kryptonite.

"I'll teach you to touch me. How does that sound? I'll teach you how to bring a man to his knees, begging for nothing more than your touch," He released my hand as I continued the steady movements, noticing how he held his breath the closer I got to the tip.

He wet his lips, parting them with shaky breaths, "Pull down my pants."

I traced the edge of his waistband, my fingertips brushing against his abs. Noah shuddered against me whilst I achingly followed his directions, leaving him in some thin boxers.

I sucked in a breath, realizing that he really was 9 fucking inches, not the 8 I had originally guessed. I reached for the top of his underwear, ready to unveil it but he spoke up, recapturing my attention.

"W-wait," His calm demeanor was long gone, "If you don't want to or feel uncomfortable in any way, like any at all, you can stop."

"What do you mean?"