What He Needs(9)

“Open your legs, Charlotte,” he said. I did. “Good girl. Now stick your ass in the air.”

I arched my back and stood up on my high heels, spreading my legs more so he could have full access to my pussy.

His cock slid against my slit, and I moaned.

“No,” he said, slapping my ass again.

I quieted.

He stayed there for a long moment, his dick against me, teasing me.

“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” he asked again.

“Yes,” I said.

Smack.

“Tell me.”

“I trust you.”

He slid inside of me, slow and deep, filling me in the most exquisite way. He began moving inside of me, fucking me, faster and harder until he was pounding away at me. I hung onto the side of the breakfast bar as he fucked me, my nipples brushing against the hard marble.

His dick was rock hard, stretching me out as he pumped in and out.

He went faster until I was about to come, and then slowed down, pulling me up toward him until I was standing, our bodies pressed together. “Charlotte,” he breathed. “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and said the words I knew he wanted to hear. “I trust you, Noah,” I said.

“Again.”

“I trust you.”

The words seemed to excite him, but not in a frantic way. Now the way he was moving inside of me was more sensual, more controlled.

“I trust you,” I said again, and his mouth was against mine as he hands grabbed at my hair, holding me tight as our tongues danced against each other. We kissed as he continued fucking me, moving so slowly inside of me that at times he was barely moving.

Every time his cock slid in and out, I could feel it against my clit, and it sent waves of intense pleasure pulsating through my body.

Finally, he broke away from the kiss.

“Come on me,” he whispered, and the sound of his voice, the want, the need that was there was enough to push me over the edge. I came on him, and a second later, I felt him shoot inside of me, filling me up while I orgasmed.

I collapsed onto the counter, spent, and he laid his body on top of me, strong and warm and safe. After a moment, he picked me up in his arms and began carrying me into the bedroom.

“Noah!” I protested, burying my face in his neck. “We can’t go back to bed.”

“Why not?”

“It’s the middle of the day.”

He set me down carefully on the bed, brushed my hair away from my face and kissed my lips. “I don’t care.”

We climbed under the covers and he wrapped his arms around me, making me feel safe and protected. I couldn’t understand how anyone could think this man was capable of murder. When I was with him, I felt like nothing could hurt me – that not only would he never harm me, but he would protect me from anything that might cause me pain.

We lay there for a moment, him holding me, his hands tracing a line from my shoulder down my arm, and back up, over and over again until I started to feel drowsy. I closed my eyes and after a while felt sleep starting to pull me under.

“I’m sorry,” Noah said, his voice pulling me back awake.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.” He reached out and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.

“For what?” I asked.

“For not listening to you.”

“Not listening to me about what?”

There was a rustling of sheets, and Noah propped himself up on his arm, looking down at me. “Look at me,” he said.

I turned so I was lying on my side and gazed up at him.

He looked down at me, slid his other hand under the sheets and across my stomach, wrapped it around my waist and stroked my hip. Just his touch was enough to get me hot again, and I took a deep breath and tried to slow my heart rate. We were about to have what sounded like a real conversation, and I wasn’t going to let my stupid hormones get in the way of that.

“You said you wanted to get closer to me, you said you didn’t want this to just be about sex. And I made it all about me. I took you to that club.”

“No, it was… I mean, I liked going to that club.”

He shook his head, the tips of his fingers still grazing my hip bone, moving in a soft, slow, circle. “I’m glad. But I want to make sure your needs are being met, too, Charlotte. You need to trust me because you know I have your best interests in mind, that I would never hurt you. And part of that is me doing things to make you happy.”

“I’m happy. I mean, I’ve been happy being with you. But I want… I want to get to know you,” I said. “I feel so close to you when we’re… when we’re doing that kind of sex stuff, and I want to keep doing it, but I want to know you better, too.”