Just Pretend

Chapter 67 - Soft Launch

I wake up to my phone dancing along the bedside table, wildly vibrating the buzzing cutting through Noah's gentle breathing beside me.

"Morning baby." Noah mumbles pulling me into him, his voice laced with sleep. He kisses down the back of my neck one hand lazily slipping around my waist.

"Mmm, I don't wanna move." I whisper in reply and he continues to kiss along my shoulder igniting my skin with every small kiss he plants.

"So don't..." He lazily breathes moving from behind me pressing his lips to mine my hands run through his thick chocolate hair. "Let's just stay in bed all day." I nod a small nod in reply feeling his smirk against my lips his voice all gravel and honey.

He kisses along my jaw and down my neck setting me alight with each one. I close my eyes allowing myself to feel as he slowly kisses over my stomach. It's small just the faintest curve, but it's different.

He rests his hand there so lightly I can barely feel him until he brushes his thumb over it.

"Hey little bean." He whispers and my eyes begin to well as he plants a small kiss on my stomach.

"You always talk to them when you think I'm sleeping." I laugh lightly brushing the strands of hair from his face.

"Busted." He sheepishly smiles his cheeks turning red. "They're gonna have to get used to me rambling. Poor kids gonna be listening to me sing in the car and argue with the sat nav for a long fucking time."

"They're so fucking lucky." I tell him honestly and he gently kisses my stomach again. "It's sweet the way you are with them already. It makes me fall in love with you all over again."

"Really?" He glances up at me his eyes heavy with sleep and I graze the back of my hand over his cheek gently.

"Really." I reply quietly my throat tightening as the word leaves my lips. He kisses further down my stomach just above my cotton pyjama shorts a smirk on his lips as he hooks his fingers into the waist band tugging them off.

"Is this okay?" He asks his voice rough and tempting, I nod eagerly desperate for his touch. He watches me, a glint in his eye his gaze unwavering, like he's mesmerised by the way I look at him. A bashful smile tugs on his lips and I swallow hard knowing what's to come.

He lowers his lips to brushing them against the curve of my stomach, then down my thighs, slow and deliberate teasing me, savouring every moment.

I tug on his hair as his breath skims over my thighs, my skin burns from the heat of him but I still shiver under his touch.

"You're torturing me Noah." I breathe in frustration throwing my head back onto the pillow.

"I know." He mumbles, his voice dark and satisfied. "You taste better when you beg for it." He hums the words taking my breath away, my need for him apparent.

He kisses and licks along my inner thighs knowing exactly what he's doing, his fingers run over my folds slowly and methodically taking his time, worshipping me.

"Noah..." I moan wanting more, needing more. "Please."

"Good girl." I can hear the smile on his lips as he says the words praising me.

He brushes his tongue against my clit as he pushes two fingers inside me, pulling a gasp from deep within my chest. My back arches instantly and my grip on his hair tightens forcing a groan from between my thighs.

"Fuck Noah...." I let the pleasure wash over me as he fucks me faster his mouth and fingers working in perfect rhythm forcing me to tug on his hair tighter as if it might ground me.