Kissing Booth: Another Take

Chapter 14

Noah's POV

I was exhausted. I had made good on my promise to Elle and now here it was 9am and I was still in my bed – most likely dehydrated, my legs sore and scratch marks all over me from Elle's enthusiasm last night. I had a total of zero complaints.

Our first time was passion filled, making up for lost time. The next time was slow and languid with 'I missed you's' thrown in between kisses. I honestly lost track after that as we fell in and out of sleep and messing around, like we were so good at. Like I said, this part of our relationship was always pretty simple. We never needed practice and yet somehow we always won.

I vaguely remember Elle getting out of bed that morning with a kiss on my lips. I tried pulling her back in but she just giggled and said she had to wash all the Noah off of her.

I probably should take a shower too. I didn't mind all the Elle all over me but I had broken more than couple sweats last night in our escapades. I wondered if maybe that's why I didn't really feel hung over this morning though.

I wasn't expecting last night at all. I had gone back jealous and upset and it had only gotten worse when I forced Elle to tell me about her previous encounters with Marco. The pride in me took a hit when she told me about how close they had gotten to sharing a moment with him like the many she and I had shared. But, she didn't and even if she did that didn't matter to me. What mattered was that she wanted me back.

I was sure when I told her about that night in Harvard that she would realize she deserved better than me. Instead though, she claimed me. Elle was never passive in the intimate sense. She always told me exactly what she wanted and I was always more than eager to oblige but last night was next level. If I thought about it anymore I might end up just stuck in bed texting Elle to come back.

I couldn't help my admission after our first time having sex again. I know it makes me sound like a major romantic, which I'm really not, but I needed her to know that it wasn't just sex to me. To me, it was like we were us again. Like we were two puzzle pieces that found their way back to each other.

As I turned on the rain shower in my bathroom I couldn't help but think about the other surprise, about her being on the pill. I had never experienced that kind of closeness with anyone before. Like I said, I had slept with girls in the past, far less than everyone thought, but always with my own form of protection. Being that close to Elle, as much as we were last night, made me get hard all over again as I hopped into the warm shower.

I should probably take care of this now. It was ridiculous really. Elle and I had gone at it at least 3 times last night and here I was like a newly pubescent teenager getting a boner from just thinking the wrong way. I ducked my head under the water and tried to wash the thoughts from my head.

Imagine my surprise when I opened them to find Elle in my large glass shower with me, a smile on her face with sweat glistening off her skin, obviously just come back from a work out. I knew that look; it meant trouble.

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"Happy to see me?" she asked playfully eyeing my arousal.

I managed to give out a chuckle before she was on me, her lips attacking mine, her hand wrapping around my erection. My knees buckled, surprised from the feeling and I found myself leaning on the wall behind me for support, my hands traveling from her sides to grab her breasts.

My finger thumbed at her new tattoo, feeling it rise a little like her goose bumps. It was Ursa Major, I now knew from last night. It was a symbol for the "she-Bear" though, if you asked me Elle was more Tigress than bear.