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Beautiful Boy(36)

By:Leddy Harper


     



 

Standing in front of Novah after showing her firsthand how my world  stopped for her, and only her, proved once more how I couldn't prevent  myself from doing the things I truly wanted to do. Such as fist my hand  in Novah's thick, blond hair and pull her mouth to mine. Such as  gripping her hip harshly while pressing my erection against her lower  stomach until she released a hearty moan. After the heavy conversation  we'd had earlier regarding my inability to find true happiness in life,  pouncing on her like this should've been wrong.

But it wasn't.

At least, not to me.

And as her dainty fingers twisted in my shirt, her small hips rolling  against mine, I knew it wasn't wrong for her, either. She wanted this as  much as I did, and nothing could stop us now.

Our heavy breaths mingled together as I pushed her against the table.  Her spine arched until it left her neck exposed for my mouth to explore.  I licked my way down from her ear to the soft dip in her throat, and  then continued to the beginning crevice of her cleavage. Her tank top  was in my way, and without warning, I backed up a step to remove it. I  needed it to be gone.

She briefly released her grip on my shirt long enough to lift her arms  so I could pull her top over her head. The moment she stood in front of  me in nothing but her bra and those short, frayed cut-offs, my dick grew  impossibly harder behind the fly of my pants, taking every ounce of  blood in my body with it.

Her fingers gripped the bottom of my shirt, prepared to strip me of it  as well, but I didn't give her the opportunity to do so. With a tight  grasp on her hips, I spun her around, and then, while holding her in  place, I began to grind my erection against her jean-covered ass. It  wasn't sweet or slow, but impulsive and needy. I needed her, and the  reasons were endless.

Because with her, I felt no pain.

Because with her, I wasn't in the dark.

Because with her, I wasn't … me. I wasn't empty and alone. I wasn't  worthless or insignificant. I wasn't dying. She filled me with  something. Light, love, happiness … I couldn't identify it. She gave me  purpose, even for a brief moment of time. She made me feel … alive.

Because with her … I was somebody.

And I needed that-more than my next breath, more than a drop of water in  a drought, more than an ounce of sunshine on a dreary day.

I fell into her and pressed my chest firmly against her back. She  slumped forward and held us up with splayed fingers on the wood table.  My hand moved to the front of her shorts, and after grabbing her roughly  between her legs, I quickly unfastened the button and lowered the  zipper. An eager rush of air left her as soon as I slipped my hand  inside her shorts, beneath her underwear, and the tips of my fingers  found her hardened clit.

My teeth came down on her shoulder, gently digging into her soft skin  while my other hand unclasped her bra. I ran my fingers down her spine. I  heard her gasp for air and her back arched against my touch.

I needed to be inside her, to feel what she'd given me the weekend  before. To have her screaming my name. But when I pulled away enough to  free myself from the constricting confines of my pants, she turned  around and placed her palms against my chest, as if to hold me back.

She stood inches away from me, her body heaving wildly with her  uncontrollable breathing, and I froze. I took her in … all of her. Her  untamed hair, the glowing burn in her cheeks, her dry, parted lips. Her  bra had completely fallen away, and she remained in nothing but a pair  of shorts with the front opened wide, her pink underwear showing  through.

Everything about her screamed "fuck me now!" but her eyes said something  different. I would've missed it had I not been staring right into them,  but they whispered for me to wait. They softly begged me to slow down.  And I had to listen to them. Shari had warned me of Novah's struggles,  and studying her in front of me made it clear. Her eyes really did tell  me everything I needed to know.

Her tongue ran along her bottom lip, wetting it before pulling it into  her mouth and holding it there with her teeth. I stood frozen, unmoving  as I waited for her to do something … say something. Finally, she moved  her hands-lower, lower, lower until she held the bottom of my shirt. And  then she slowly lifted it, pulling the fabric up until it was gone. She  left me exposed, with nothing to hide the impurities of my body from  her.

Her attention fell to my chest, and then her fingers grazed the numb  area on my left side. She placed a kiss over an area of scar tissue,  even though I couldn't feel it. Then her eyes locked with mine, shining  bright and glistening with an emotion I couldn't depict.

"I want to see you, Nolan." Her fingers made their way to the button on  my pants and worked diligently at unfastening them. She never took her  gaze from my face. "I want to watch you." Her tiny hand felt cold around  my shaft after making its way past my boxers. It caused me to jump  slightly at the unexpected sensation. "I want to feel you. All of you."         

     



 

Still unable to move, I waited breathlessly while she lowered her shorts  and underwear, and then she kicked them off and stood in front of me  completely naked. I reached into my back pocket and retrieved a condom  from my wallet before dropping my pants and boxers around my ankles.

Novah took the condom from me and perched herself on the edge of the  table. She watched carefully as I stroked myself from base to tip. She  then proceeded to rip open the foil packet with her teeth and took me  into her hand, sheathing my hard-on with the rubber. The way she  carefully and slowly rolled it on, her eyes on mine the entire time,  threatened to make me blow long before ever getting inside her.

I moved between her legs and dropped my hand to the warmth between her  thighs, rubbing energetic circles around her clit with my thumb. I  wanted to watch her explode like last time, but she stopped me. She  grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand away, and then she did something so  unexpected, I couldn't do anything but watch and allow it to happen. She  took my shaft in her hand and used the sensitive tip to rub circles  over her clit.

Her head fell back and her mouth opened. Whimpered gasps escaped her and  caused my dick to throb painfully. Before I could do anything else, her  legs wrapped around my waist at the same time she slid the head of my  dick from her clit to her entrance. Her thighs tightened around me,  forcing me to move closer at the same time her hips rolled into me. I  slipped inside easily, but the heat of her left me frozen the moment I  fully filled her.

"Nolan … " she rasped as she clenched around me-every part of me. Her arms  tightened around my neck, her legs locked rigidly around my body, and  her core gripped me as if she worried I'd pull out and disappear. She  began to move against me with me caution, but then she stopped when I  impulsively spoke.

"I love you." Those words were meant to stay in my head, locked away  until I could tell her and leave no doubt in her mind I'd meant them.

But that didn't happen.

They were quiet and filled with grit as they scratched and clawed their  way out. They vibrated through my chest, leaving me shaky and unsteady. I  wanted to swallow them whole and go back in time.

I wanted to … not be so vulnerable.

After she didn't respond, I held her tighter, closer to me. I couldn't  chance seeing her face, seeing the unspoken words in her eyes. Her  silence said it all, and it left a gaping wound in my chest-she didn't  feel the same.

Her hold on me loosened, and she managed to pull her face away from my  shoulder, despite my insistence to keep it there. Her eyes were shut  tightly, and she cradled my cheeks in her warm, soft hands with her  mouth hovered over mine. Her slow and careful breaths billowed across my  lips as she took her time, holding her face so close to mine, yet not  finalizing the act.

Insecure, damaging thoughts left me immobile; however, the sensual way  she held me, breathed me in, gave light to the darkness in my mind. It  allowed me to release the strain in my muscles caused by fear.

The second my shoulders fell slack, her tongue met mine, and I couldn't  hold on any longer. I began to move inside her. Slow at first, and then  faster.

Faster still.

Harder until her nails dug into the back of my neck and wiped my mind free of doubt.

No words. Only panicked breathing, frantic moans, quiet whimpers, and  unrestrained grunts could be heard as we moved together, our hips  working as one with the fluency of two people who had many years of  practice with each other. Our bodies melded together, each seeming to  find their missing piece. Our hearts raced, telling a story through each  beat, each pump of blood that ran through us.

A story I never wanted to end.

Suddenly, Novah's muscles locked up around me. I could've been deaf and  blind and still would've known what it meant. I felt it in the way she  clung to me, the way her insides constricted, tightened, gripped me.