The Devil in Me

The Devil in Me Ch. 22

Chapter Twenty-Two: 

Noah:

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It wasn't normal to ache this badly.

I was so hard that it was painful. I could barely think straight anymore.

Her asking all those questions didn't help, but they made it a little easier to focus.

Her head in my neck still worried me.

What if she looked?

My hand was already gripping before I could think about it.

She was right here.

My mate.

I could touch her.

I could smell her.

I wanted to taste her.

I groaned at the thought.

"Noah," she whispered into my neck.

I shivered.

"How would you imagine it?" I asked, "If our roles were reversed?"

"If I was a Devil?" she asked, "Or I walked in on you about to masturbate?"

I tried to keep my hand still, but slowly I brought my hand up.

"If you walked in on me."

"Hmm," she hummed, "Are you naked?"

My hand came back down.

"Would you prefer it if I was?" I asked.

"No," she said, "I'd like to see you with your shirt pulled up to show off your stomach and tight boxer shorts pushed down."

"Well," I said, "One out of two."

"Why only one out of two?" she asked playfully.

"I'm not wearing a shirt," I stated.

I could feel it every time her body shook. It felt good.

It felt good to have that kind of effect on her.

"I can feel that," she stated.

Her nails raked across my chest.

I moaned long, feeling her nails go from my sternum all the way to my shoulders.

I wanted her hands to venture lower. I wanted her to feel me there too.

Her face nestled more into my neck.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

Her hot breath against my neck made me feel a little dizzy.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

I wasn't, but I would be soon.

My hand hasn't stopped since I started.

"Does it feel different with me here?" she asked.

"It does," I admitted.

My grip was tighter than usual. I needed to keep my head here.

"A good different?"

I nodded, trying not to let any sounds out.

I felt her hand make its way up my shoulder, to my neck, then to my hair.

There wasn't even time to process what she was doing. Her nails gently raked my scalp.

Fuck.

I moaned louder than I ever wanted to.