Noah's hands drift slowly over my body, slipping under my sleep shirt until they reach my breasts. He's gentle and careful, aware of how much my body has changed in these last few months, how sensitive I've become. His movements are slow like he's memorising the new shape of my body.
"Still sore?" He hesitates cupping my breast.
"Only a little." I whisper and he squeezes gently forcing a whimper from me and I feel his smirk against my shoulder. "Noah we can't."
The doctors words race through my mind. Their warning of no vaginal penetration until the hematoma has gone.
"Oh baby..." Noah mumbles against my skin then pressing a kiss to the curve of my neck. "Y'know I'm smarter than I look... I know how to follow the rules and still make my girl come undone for me." He growls sending a shiver down my spine.
He presses another kiss to my neck, lightly sucking on my skin coaxing another moan from me, his other hand finding the space between my thighs and I already know how wet I am for him.
"You okay?" Noah asks and I nod eagerly, my legs obediently moving for him, his fingers dangerously close to pussy as he teases me running them up and down the insides of my thighs.
"You're such a tease." I groan, my lips finding his feeling him press up against me stealing his warmth.
"You like it though, don't you." I feel his smirk against my lips as he slowly runs his fingers over my folds knowing exactly what he's doing. Knowing exactly how to get me to melt too soon.
"Mhmm..." I moan his mouth finding mine again, melting into me unhurried like every swipe of my tongue against his is giving him more life.
He teasingly pinches my clit, making me squirm, and we break apart breathlessly. He lazily smirk down at me, his thumb drifting slow into slow circles over the spot he just pinched.
I begin to undo my night shirt, but Noah's too impatient, his eyes hungry as he bites his swollen lower lip. He tugs it free instead, the remaining buttons popping loose from the fabric as he pulls it open exposing my bare stomach and breasts.
I want to pull the fabric back over me, the reality of my changing body is something I'm still learning to accept. But the way Noah looks at me - drinking me full of pride and need all rolled into one stops me. He looks at me like I'm his favourite thing in the word... but also like I'm his next favourite meal.
"Fuck Margo, I fucking love you." He mumbles brushing a kiss to my lips, then down my neck and between my breast right where my heart furiously beats below my ribcage.
His eyes lift to mine, dark and soft all at once and I swear I forget how to breathe for a second. He shifts repositioning himself grabbing a pillow propping it under his head.
"C'mere baby." He murmurs his hands on my hips, guiding me so I'm hovering just above him. I suddenly go shy heat rushing through me, the way he's seeing me, the swell of my stomach under his gaze.
"Noah..." I hesitate, my voice trembling feeling his fingers firmly on the backs of my thighs.
"I've got you baby. You're all good." He whispers looking up to me like I'm something sacred. "Just relax baby girl."
I close my eyes taking a deep breath feeling his tongue glides over my clit and he begins to gently bite and suck and I slowly begin to lose myself to him, the warmth in my stomach growing.
"Fuck Margo, you taste so good..." Noah moans, a whimper slipping from my lips as he devours me, like I'm all consuming.
He continues to bite, lick and suck between my thighs watching me unravel again and again until I'm nothing but liquid, completely at his mercy.
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Just Pretend
FanfictionMargo Brown, twenty five year old writer is desperate to pave her own path and to get out of her small town. A month before she is due to put down new roots in a new city her best friend Cassidy invites her along to a concert playing it off as Marg...
