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Noah
I knew at that moment that we overstepped a line.
When she looked at me while we were dancing, I felt this sense of weightlessness, I felt as if things turned around for us. In that moment I needed to kiss her and that's why I fled. The temptation was too much, and I ended up doing that anyways... so, here we stood kissing.
The whole night I've been trying to avoid looking at her in that dress. It was so tight that if we started an argument now, I know I wouldn't even remember what it was about. That dress didn't do me any good. I was fighting against it so hard since we were supposed to only be on civil terms now that we have moved on from the painting mishap.
She narrowed her gaze at me.
"I should not have kissed you." She wagged her finger at me. I sighed raising my eyebrow. We were on the same page, but she was the one who eagerly kissed me back. I think people on the other side of the street could feel the flames that ignited between us.
She wavered a second, intently looking at me again.
This dinner was never intended to get this far, believe it or not, my intentions were pure. I wanted to filter the air once and for all.
“You know what, screw this." She pulled me to her, her lips landing on mine.
I pulled her closer, our lips merging in a sweet rhythm. There was this tangible lust that lingered between us but also a barrier. She didn't deserve to be a one-night stand. I pulled away from her, shaking my head.
"I should not have kissed you," I repeated her words back to her. She smirked, biting her lip lightly.
"There are a lot of things we should not be doing, and I know for sure we're going to do them tonight." The tinkle in her eyes told me that she wasn’t going to stop, and she also wouldn’t let me chicken out.
"Do you have any idea what you are getting into?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
You don't just go from, hate to kissing in a few hours. Although I had this feeling that it was coming since I saw what I unknowingly painted. I had Grace stuck in my head and I had to get her out one way or another. I like this way much more.
"Seriously? I think I have some idea. Now are you going to have sex with me or not? Or are you still so intent on your ten-foot distance." She asked irritated. Believe me, no distance is the best distance at this point.
"Oh god, just shut up!" I pulled her closer kissing her again.
I ushered her to the car, wearing a goofy smile on my face.
I stopped at my house, helping her out.
"So this is where the great Noah Miller lives?" I didn't answer her because like I said I won't be able to have a coherent fight; my mind was set on a few other things.
I opened the door turning on the light to the living room, her eyes drifted around for a moment until they landed back on me. As soon as the door closer behind us I pinned her to the door, chest against chest. Grabbing her hands and holding them above her head.
She said she knows what she's getting into.
I started kissing down her neck and to her collarbone; she made soft noises of pleasure.
"Are you sure you know what you are doing?" She asked through a sighing sound. Oh, she knows what she is doing to me.
"Let me tell you something, being an artist means that I'm extremely good with my hands and... fingers," I could feel her heart beating hard against my chest.
"...and I plan on showing you just how good."
I pulled her against me, releasing her wrists. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I kissed her, holding her up with my one hand holding onto her waist and my other hand in her hair. I walked with her in my arms upstairs, she continued to feverishly kiss me.
Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. If this doesn't happen in the next few minutes that I would lose it.
I set her down on the bed with a light thud. I pressed my lips together.
“Are you sure?" I asked breathlessly for the last time.
"Don't make me ask you to sleep with me, again." I moved on top of her, our lips merging once again but this time, there was no stopping. Each kiss was needy and drove us to oblivion together. I pulled the dress over her head.
Kissing down her bra, lingering kisses over her stomach then onto her sweet spot through her lace panties. She clutched onto the covers of the bed hard, arching her hips up. I smiled and placed another kiss between her lips. I turned to her hips; feathering kissed over them. With my teeth grazing her skin, I pulled off her underwear.
She gasped loudly.
I placed a few kisses on her again causing more symphonic noises from her. Music to my ears.
I decided not to torture her since that would just be torture to me. I needed her now.
She sat up a bit, pulling my button-down white shirt over my head. She let her fingers roam over my stomach. I pushed her back onto the bed, in one swift action taking her bra off. I held myself up over her, studying each inch of her. She had the softest and sweetest tasting skin as I let my lips slide of her stomach again.
My lips moved over her erect tipped breasts, moving my tongue ever so slightly over them. I felt the goose bumps on her skin erupt. I moved my lips to the other side, slowly leaving a trail of kisses as I did. I gave each tip a quick graze with my lips which made her let out a yelp.
She closed her eyes, moving her chin up as if trying not to let me see what I'm doing to her.
I pulled off my dark slacks and kicked off my shoes and socks then my briefs. She turned back to face me; she studied every detail of me like she wanted to remember it for a lifetime. I continued my previous trail of kisses, down her stomach, slowly but surely moving to her sweet spot and then to an inch away.
I let my fingers slide over her lips and to her wetness. I continued to slowly stroke her clit with my thumb while she kept moaning. I decided to mix the strokes with a few licks. She started quivering beneath my touch.
I moved back up, feeling my heart racing. Her eyes landed on my erect member. Her staring at me didn't help. I placed my hands on her arms, releasing one hand I pulled out a condom. I put it on quickly; she wrapped her legs around me.
For the past few months I've been trying to bottle up the pain and anger, at that moment I let all of it go.
Our hips moved together rhythmically. The sounds of her muffled moans drove me insane. She held onto me, with each thrust her nails dug into my back, making my heartache seem like nothing compared to what she must be feeling. I didn't hold back, with all the emotions that bubbled to the surface the thrusts were becoming rougher and deeper.
I felt her pulsing around me as she reached her climax, a moment later I felt mine. Breathlessly I collapsed beside her. After a moment of calming my breaths, I stood up to clean up and throw away the condom. As I was washing my hands, she walked to beside me, in her naked glory.
"I thought we could... shower together." I laughed. She’s hoping for much more according to her smirk.
"It takes me a while to...no wait...never mind." I felt myself becoming hard again. It didn’t take even half a look from her to accomplish that.
I pulled her to me and into the shower, closing the door behind us.