Twice Loved

Chapter 4: Noah

I woke for a second time, less disoriented than the first. It took me a minute to figure out where I was, but with one movement of my body the pain was an instant reminder. I let out a strained sound as I moved the hot blanket off of me, and not even two seconds later the door opened and a soft patter of feet hurried toward me. I knew it was Olivia before she spoke, just by the sound and her scent that enveloped me as she reached me.

"Noah, please don't hurt yourself." Her small, soft hands ran over me, checking to make sure nothing was worse than before. I bit back a smile at her worry, amused but appreciative of her concern.

"Careful with those hands of yours," I teased as she moved them towards my hips. I was in a lot of pain, but that didn't mean I was immune to the feeling of a woman's hands running over me. And thank god I was still wearing underwear, or she would've gotten more than an eyeful when she came in.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," she teased back.

"You think Mason can compare to me?" The words left me before I thought about them, and I silently cursed myself when I felt the air around us tighten. "Sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's alright," she said but pulled her hands away. "So he told you about us, huh?"

"Only a little. I asked him about you guys last night to distract me from the pain."

"And what did he tell you?"

"Uh, just that you guys have been friends for a long time. That you are... intimate sometimes."

She let out a throaty chuckle that I felt all the way in the pit of my stomach. "You can say we're fuck buddies, my feminine sensibilities aren't going to be offended."

A grin formed on my lips. "Alright then. He said that you guys tried to be in a relationship but something was missing so you guys decided to stay friends that fuck each other sometimes."

"All true." Her hands came back on my chest, then slid under my arms to my back and then pulled, helping me sit up and place my legs over the edge of the mattress. I must have made a noise of surprise at her move, because she said "I know, I'm stronger than I look."

There was a hefty pause when she realized that I couldn't see her. I could feel her embarrassment coming off her in waves and I reached forward blindly to touch her.

"Let me see you, then." My voice was low and calm, letting her know I wasn't upset by the comment. She stepped into my hands, and I spread my knees slowly so I could pull her in between them. I lightly ran my hands around her waist, marveling at how I could almost touch fingers on my big hands around her middle. I moved them down slowly, following the curves of her generous hips and painting a picture of her in my head.

She made a small noise as my hands moved towards her ass, and I paused. Waited for her to back away or tell me to stop. She said and did nothing, so I continued my perusal. I help back a groan at the feeling of her plump ass in my hands, squeezing once lightly before moving down her legs.

My hands could only reach down to her knees, but the shorts she was wearing bared her soft, warm skin to my touch. My hands glided back up her thighs, past the heat of her pussy that begged me to explore, and felt her trim but soft stomach. There was just a little bit of a curve there, and a sound of approval hummed in my throat.

My hands slowed as they skated up her ribs, and I could feel her breathing speed as her lungs moved under my hands. My fingertips grazed the bottom of her breasts, and I paused once more, waiting for permission.

"Please," she whispered so quietly I wasn't even sure I heard it. But when I paused for another second, her hands came up and covered mine. She moved my hands so that I was cupping her tits, and I loved the way their weight filled my hands. She hadn't put on a bra, and I could feel her hard nipples poking my palms like they were begging to be freed.