Every. Single. Bit.
I unbutton my shorts and grab onto my waistband, shimmying out of my panties at the same time and tossing them to the side. I lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes. It seems like an
eternity, waiting there with nothing but darkness and anticipation swallowing me up whole. What is he going to do to me? I can't help but be filled with curiosity and open my eyes to see what is taking him so long. He is naked and climbing onto the truck bed on his hands and knees, slowly making his way up my body. I can’t stop my eyes from making their way down to his rock hard, massive cock as it sways back and forth. I feel it graze my leg, making my body temperature heat up instantly and my lady parts swell at the thought of him being inside of me.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I want so badly to play with that beautiful tool of yours, Noah Edward Stine.
He shakes his head in disapproval as he stares down into my very soul. “I knew you couldn’t do it; too curious. I have a fix for that.” He covers my eyes with material as soft as silk, carefully tying it behind my head and plunging me into darkness.
“Noah, what on earth—”
“Shh, be still and don’t say a word.” I worry my bottom lip as I feel myself start to get anxious, lying there in this foreboding darkness.
Then, I hear it. A faint humming. I lift my head off the pillow and try to open my eyes, but all I see is blackness and my head falls back on the pillow.
“Noah, what are you—”
Then I feel it. On the tip of my nipple. Ever so faint, barely touching, sending electrical waves of instant arousal throughout my body. Whatever it is, awakes such a desire that I can’t stifle the deep moan escaping my mouth. I reach out for something to grasp onto and find a blanket that I twist up in my hands. He starts a rhythm of back and forth, left to right, flicking just the tip of my hard nipple like I have never thought to do.
I squeeze my legs together, trying to find my sweet spot so that I can start stimulating myself. It doesn’t take long to do so considering my clit is swollen and tender. Noah takes his knee and pries my legs apart, pressing his thigh against my sex. I instinctively clamp down and begin grinding against it.
“Noah... fuck, that feels so good.” A noise escapes him as he pushes his leg harder against my clit. With the vibrating heaven that he holds in his hand, he begins to flick my nipple faster. I begin screaming out and violently tug at the blankets that I am fisting. I take a deep breath and hold it, knowing that I am only seconds away from experiencing that amazing feeling of ecstasy between my legs.
And there it is.
“That’s right, baby, show me what only I can fucking do to you.” My legs begin to shake, and he grabs onto my thigh, kneading it as I feel his dick brush against my leg. He moves the vibrator down my belly and forces my legs to open with his free hand.
“Noah, I don’t know if I can take—” My talking is replaced with a broken moan as soon as the tiny device touches my clit. My legs go stiff as my stomach flexes, making the sensation even more intense. It takes my breath away and I scream so loud I swear the neighboring farms will think I am being murdered. He ever so slowly moves that magical piece up and down over my wetness. I squeeze his hand between my thighs and begin moving to my own rhythm.
“Sofia, baby, this is going to get extremely intense. But trust me. If you can get through the intensity, you won’t regret it. And I fucking can’t wait to see you at that level. After that, I am going to fuck the shit out of you.” I squeeze my eyes shut as his words jumble within my head due to the extreme frustration of the taunting vibrations against my clit. My body is no longer mine. I kick my legs frantically, bunching the blanket underneath them. Moans escape my mouth that are foreign to me and I grab onto Noah’s hair, pulling at it and arching my back.
“Noah… I can't do this... I... no... oh, God when is—” I feel his lips touch my ear.
“Shhh… just breathe. Deep and slow. Calm yourself.”
Calm myself? He has to be joking.
But I will do anything right now to make this out-of-control feeling go away, so on his command I begin taking deep, slow breaths.
“That’s right, baby. Don’t fight it. Trust me, you won’t regret it.” His lips trail down my collarbone and I feel them wrap around my nipple. He starts sucking and nibbling. His free hand grabs onto my other breast and he begins rolling my nipple between his fingers. This man is showing me things about my body that I didn’t even know existed.
Breathe. In. Out. Just. Breathe.
I am creeping. Slowly creeping, towards what, I don’t know. But I embrace it. This taunting, uncontrollable feeling is making my mind fuzzy and my eyes see stars. The most amazing feeling of relief that I have ever felt washes over me. It's as if my clit comes to life. It’s throbbing faster than it has ever throbbed before. Wetness shoots out, covering Noah’s hand. I quiver under his touch and my body convulses as the sweet-smelling liquid is released. He pulls the vibrator away and replaces it with his wet, full lips and begins sucking ever so softly. I lay there, with my legs wrapped around his head and welcome the tender caressing of his tongue.
“Fuck, Noah. I don’t even know—” He makes his way on top and I feel the tip of his penis toy at my opening before he slowly pushes it in. I welcome his hardness and feel myself stretch as he goes deeper and deeper inside of me, until he is all in. He pauses once he meets that swollen part deep within me, and mercifully slips the blindfold off my face.
“I want to see your brown eyes roll to the back of your head when you orgasm.” I stare into his baby blues and grab onto the back of his head, pulling him in for a deep, long kiss. Our tongues dance with each other as he starts pushing the tip of his penis up against my spot, sending waves of pleasure shooting throughout my body. I arch my back and wrap my legs around his, grabbing onto his ass and pushing hard against the part of him that is teasing my clit. I begin thrusting against him in an up and down motion. I love that he lets me take control and move as I need to; it is such a turn on. He hits my g-spot just enough to tease me.
“Yes, Noah, right there. That’s the spot—” He pulls his needy cock halfway out and pushes it slowly back in, stopping just as he meets that spot again. Again and again he does this, faster and faster, until I don’t think that I can bear to take it anymore. “Please, just make it stop—” Hot, shocking surges of arousal cut my words off as every nerve in my body is awakened and my sex becomes slippery with my cum. I scream out into the night, not giving a damn who hears me.
“Sofia, I... wasn’t looking... for any of this. But I promise… I’m not... leaving... here without you—” He presses his forehead to mine as I feel his body stiffen and every muscle flex. He firmly presses down on me and begins to quiver and shake, filling my sex with his warm, thick cum. Just the thought of him doing this sends my heart racing and I wrap my arms around his back, squeezing him as I release more sweet wetness around his cock. He kisses me softly on the lips and touches the tip of his nose to mine, our breathing heavy and jagged.
Then, out of nowhere, I feel a drop of wetness fall onto my cheek. I reach up and slide my thumb under his eye to confirm that he is indeed crying. He rolls over, pulling me over on top of him and I nuzzle my body against his as he drapes a blanket tenderly over our naked bodies.
We lay there for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of owls and coyotes causing havoc in the distance. Just breathing. He softly plays with my hair, twirling it between his fingers, sending chills up and down my arms. Just as I start to feel myself drifting off to sleep, he breaks the silence with a whisper in my ear. Words that I didn't expect to trickle into my world, causing my breathing to still.
“I don’t know how or why this is happening. You and Enz coming into my life. But I do know one thing. I love you, Sofia.”
I bring his hand to my lips, kissing his knuckles and snuggling his firm, muscular arm to my body.
“I love you too, Noah. Just please don’t hurt me or Lorenzo.” His hold on me tighte
ns as I let myself fall deeper into sleep. And deeper in love with this man, who just a few weeks ago, was nothing more than a stranger in my living room.
I wake to birds singing in the branches that sprawl out above us and what smells like a campfire. I stretch and let out a moan as I feel the soft blanket sliding across my naked body. I reach for Noah, but only find disappointment and his pillow from the night before. My eyes slowly adjust to the dappled light shining down on us through the trees, and holding the blanket to my naked breasts, I sit up and look around sleepily. I find nothing but the serene scenery of a gorgeous Midwest spring morning. We Midwesterners drudge through the cold, dark winter months yearning to be greeted by this warmth. It awakens our souls. It makes us feel alive again. After last night with Noah, I feel this more so now than I ever have.
“Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?” He startles me as he grabs onto the side of the truck bed and climbs up onto the tire.
“Noah, good God, you about gave me a heart attack!” Holding the blanket to my breasts, I scoot over to him and get up on my knees to give him a good morning kiss.
“Mmm, I don’t think I will ever get enough of those soft lips.” He lingers for a few seconds, then pulls his lips away and nuzzles his nose to my cheek. “After watching you sleep for a bit, I decided to whip us up some breakfast. So I went to the woods over there and grabbed some wood for a fire. Now get some clothes on that fine ass of yours and come grab something to eat.” He drums his hands on the truck, smiling and jumping down to the ground.
I gather my clothes that are scattered all over the truck bed, throw them on, and go to check out this fire that Noah is talking about. He is crouched down, poking at the red, smoldering wood with a stick. He looks so fucking sexy, he literally takes my breath away. He is wearing a pair of gray joggers, a snug white T-shirt that shows off his defined muscles, and a pair of black running shoes.
He loves me? This gorgeous human being actually loves me?
He looks up at me, eyeing me intently as I sit down on the ground. Above the red-hot logs is a metal stand with a grate over it. On it is a pan full of sizzling bacon.
“Pretty impressive. Breakfast over a campfire. Is there anything you can’t do?” I smirk at him while he cracks four eggs beside the bacon. With a raised brow, he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.
“Yeah, there are a lot of things I can’t do. But let’s just say that you get very resilient when a hurricane rips apart the city you live in and tears down your entire home.” I immediately regret being such a smart ass and push myself off the ground. I walk over to him and crouch down behind his kneeling body. Sliding my arms under his, I place my hands on his warm, firm chest. With my chin resting in the crook of his neck, I close my eyes and let out a sigh.
“So sorry. I was trying to be sarcastic and as you can see, I am not very good at it.”
He pulls my hand and to his lips and kisses it tenderly.
“Baby, it’s fine. Really. I was trying to be funny and as you can see, I'm not very good at it.” He laughs as he lets go of my hand and grabs a spatula out of the picnic basket that is sitting next to us. He flips the eggs and bacon over and stands up, pulling me along with him. He turns around to face me and grabs the back of my neck, caressing the side of it with his thumbs.
“Then that settles it, Noah. We are meant to be with each other. Like bacon and eggs, or Chicago and skyscrapers, or—”
“Hot candle wax and a safe word.” With seductive eyes and a controlled force, he presses his warm, full lips to mine. His stubble grazes my face, scratching at my skin and awakening my senses. It’s as if the whole world around us just simply stops. The crackling of the wood at our feet and the birds making songs in the trees are no longer present. It is just us.
As we stand there, hands in each other's hair and kissing with a passion and lust that you only find in the movies, I can’t help but take notice of a need that starts to overwhelm me. I need him in my life. I have never ever wanted anything so badly before.
His words break through the sound of our colliding hearts.
“You know that I meant what I said last night. Right, Sofia?” I gaze up at him with love drunk eyes and parted lips.
“I hope so, because I meant what I said. Please, don’t hurt us.” His eyes narrow as he shakes his head, running a hand through his tousled hair.
“Sofia. Listen to me. I would do anything for you and Enz. I promise you; I will never, ever hurt you.” His voice is warm, but bold. Much like the rays of sun that creep through the tree branches surrounding us. He clears his throat and turns around to deal with our breakfast.
“I uh, actually wanted to talk to you about something, Brown Eyes.” I walk over to the cooler to grab something to drink. I was hoping to find a Coke, but should have known better and settled for a bottle of water instead. I twist the cap off and take a long drink, staring at him and waiting for him to say what is on his mind. He scoops bacon and eggs onto two plates and hands me mine. I sit down on the ground, not hesitating to devour the bacon first.
“Mmm, this bacon is amazing. I mean, who doesn’t like bacon? You just can't trust anyone that doesn’t like bacon.” I look up between bites and notice that he doesn’t look his usual in- control self. He looks nervous and on edge. “What is it, Noah?” He casually walks over to where I am sitting and with his plate in his hand, he sits down next to me.
“Work is slowing down, and I am going to be heading out of town soon. It’s that time of the year that storms are taking over the south.” I stop chewing and breathing as I try to process what he just said. How did I forget that he wasn’t here to stay? How could I be so stupid? My insides start to get hot and my guard instantly replaces the feeling of comfort and bliss that I was embracing just a few short moments ago. I look down at the plate in my lap and begin pushing my eggs around anxiously.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” He sets his plate down next to him on the ground and turns towards me. He reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear, revealing the subdued look that has swallowed me whole. I quickly dig deep down within myself and summon my old, guarded self. The one that I should have never put to rest.
“I’m fine, Noah. Really. Why would you think anything is wrong?” I stare back at him with a blank face and start to feel myself soften at the sight of his rugged features.
No. He is just a pretty face. But I am only lying to myself. Because he is so much more.
“You can’t lie to me, Brown Eyes. You’re all sorts of upset. Please, just listen to me. I wanted to ask if you—” I do everything to quiet the rage that is building inside me and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. But I can’t stop the madness that is taking place in my mind.
“Just stop talking. Please.” I push my plate onto the ground, scattering bacon and eggs all over the grass as I stand up. I storm over to the truck bed, reach for my bag and drag it over the crumpled-up blankets that we made love on the night before. His words echo in my head. “But I do know one thing. I love you.” I angrily stuff everything down into my bag, zipping it up with one swift zip and throw it over my shoulder. I spin around and go to the passenger side of his truck, opening the door and flinging my bag on the floorboard. I grab my phone off the dash and check to see if I have any missed calls or texts. With my back to him, I stand there, trying to make sense of the feelings that are stirring within me.
“Just take me home. I want to go home.” I feel hot tears begin to well up in my eyes and do everything I can to fight them back. There is no stopping them, though. It is too late. One by one, they start to fall down my cheeks. I hear him quickly making his way to me.
“Sofia, please. Just listen to me. I want you and Enzo—”
I turn around and come face to face with him, giving him a close up of my emotional state. There is no hiding the fact that I am upset. My red puffy eyes are a mirror of my shattered and broken soul. My wet lashes are proof of the hurt that is washing over me.
He grabs hold o
f my arm and I quickly rip it out of his hold. I begin screaming at him, feeling some sort of release from the anger that is smoldering inside me.
“Don’t fucking touch me!”
The confusion and shock on his face is the last thing I see before I push him away and storm past him. I have no idea what is happening to me. I am infuriated and scared all at the same time. All I know is that I have to put some space between this man and myself, who just moments before, I felt safe and secure with.
“I have told you not to grab my arm. They grabbed my arm. I didn’t do what they said, they grabbed my arm. I tried to get away from them, they grabbed my arm. I didn’t like what they said to me, they grabbed my arm. I told them I would tell, they grabbed my arm. Don’t. Grab. My. Arm.”
I have no idea what is happening to me, but I feel like I can't breathe. The emotions that are battling it out inside of me are too much and I start walking, not caring where I end up.
“Sofia. Stop.”
I don’t stop. I try to catch my breath as I pick up my pace and begin to ugly cry uncontrollably. He finally catches up with me, grabbing onto my shoulder and spinning me around. I bury my face in my hands, not wanting him to see me this way.
“Baby, what is going on? Why are you acting like this? Who grabbed your arm—” I feel his hands wrap around my wrists, his thumbs caressing the backside of my hands as he tries to pull them from my face. I snatch them away and take a step back. I begin shaking my head at him, crying so hard that I am sure I look crazed.
“It doesn’t really matter. It’s in the past and I don’t want to talk about it. You're leaving anyways. Let’s just stop all of this.” I begin wiping at my tears and feel a lump start to form in the back of my throat as I watch his features become rigid. He narrows his eyes at me and sucks his top lip in, biting down on it hard.
“Who fucking grabbed your arm, Sofia? I am not going to ask you again.” I quickly look away and try to focus my attention on a cluster of beautiful yellow coneflowers, growing at the base of a tree next to us instead of the somersaults that have made a home in my stomach.
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