INICIAR SESIÓNI woke up slowly, disoriented, my whole body aching in a way that took me a second to place. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and the first thing I noticed was that I was clean, dressed in one of Noah's shirts that was far too big on me, the sleeves swallowing my hands whole, slipping off one shoulder, the fabric soft and worn and smelling distinctly like him. Someone had clearly cleaned and dressed me up in while I was out, which meant—My face heated instantly at the realization."You're awake."I turned my head and found Noah propped up beside me, already watching me with that familiar smirk tugging at his mouth."Are you okay?" he asked, and there was genuine concern threaded under the teasing, his hand reaching over to brush a strand of hair off my face.I groaned, pressing my face into the pillow instead of answering. Every muscle in my body ached in ways I'd never experienced before, a dull, persistent soreness that made even shifting positions feel like a chore."No, e
I was still trembling and my body felt wrung out and oversensitive, and part of me wanted to tell him I couldn’t, that I was done, that I needed a second. But the way he was looking at me, the way his thumb kept stroking my cheek like he was proud of me for even still being here, made the words stick in my throat.And I found myself nodding. I must have really lost my mind.He beamed and rewarded me with a kiss.It was slower than the ones before, deeper, his mouth moving against mine while he kept one hand on my face and the other still holding my leg open. I could taste myself on his tongue and slowly, my hands found his shoulders again. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine for a second, both of us breathing hard.“Thats my good girl,” he murmured.Then turned me over.One of his hands was on my hip, the other guiding me onto my stomach, and then he pulled my hips up until I was on my knees, face pressed into the sheets. I barely had time to brace myself
When he pulled his fingers out, the loss of them made me whimper as my thighs trembled and without looking away from me for a moment, he reached for the nightstand drawer and the sound of the foil tearing was loud in the quiet room. I watched him roll the condom on, the metal of the piercing disappearing under the latex, and my stomach tightened all over again.Then he settled between my legs, one hand braced beside my head, while the other guided him against me. My hands found his shoulders, nails already digging in as he pushed in.The stretch was fucking overwhelming. Even with how wet I was, and how he fucked me with his his fingers, the size of him was still a lot to take in.But he kept sinking deeper, inch by inch without stopping, then bottomed out with a muttered curse, his forehead dropping to mine as my back arched off the bed in a breathless gasp.“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”He stayed there for a second, letting me adjust, and I could feel the way he
He didn’t give me much time to answer. The second I nodded, his hands were under my arms, lifting me out of the water. I quickly wrapped my arms around him as the water streamed off both of us while he stepped over the edge of the tub and carried me straight into the bedroom, dripping across the floor, and I barely had time to register the cooler air on my skin before he dropped me onto the mattress. The sheets stuck to my wet back.“Noah…” I pushed up on my elbows, still catching my breath, and he was already there, one knee on the bed, water still running down his chest and stomach.“God help me, Saraphina, I’ve been trying so goddamn hard,” he let out, his voice low and rough as he crawled over me. “Do you understand?” His hand found my breast, and his thumb dragged over my nipple until it tightened under his touch. I took in a sharp breath. “Weeks of you walking around this fucking place in those tiny-ass shorts, looking at me like you damn well wanted me to do something, but I
His grip stayed tight enough that I could feel the tension in his fingers, the way his thumb pressed into the inside of my arm like he was still deciding whether to stop me or not. I, on the other hand, didn’t wait for him to make up his mind. Nope. Not taking that risk. So I stroked him again, letting my fingers slide the length of him under the water, and the sound that left him was barely there, just a rough exhale through his nose that he tried to swallow before it got out. He tipped his head back against the rim of the tub, eyes half-closed, jaw clenched hard enough that I could see the muscle jump under the stubble. Every time my hand moved he shifted, just a little, like he was fighting the urge to push into it. The piercing dragged against my palm when I tightened my grip at the tip, and his stomach flexed. I could see how hard he was trying to stay still, and completely failing at it. Was it crazy that I found that cute? Yeah… I’ve probably lost my mind. A drop
I was also kind of stumped because I too never thought of myself as someone who makes the first move. Still, it was super clear he wasn't taking me seriously anyway.Steam curled between us, catching on the damp strands of hair stuck to his neck, and I could feel the heat of him even through the water. My face was still burning but I managed to shrug, trying to make it look casual even though my pulse was pounding stupid under my skin. “I just want to help.”His brow lifted, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “Help?”“Yes.” I reached for the washcloth he’d left on the edge of the tub and held it up between us, water dripping from the corner of it onto my wrist. “I want to wash you.”He laughed under his breath, and the sound of it moved through the small space. “You’re full of shit.”“I’m not.”“Mhm.” He leaned his head back against the rim again, but his eyes stayed on me, half-lidded and amused. “Go ahead, then. Be my guest.”I shifted closer, careful not to make the water slosh







