Chapter Fifty-Two

                                    

                                          
Something about the way we began to slowly undress each other was different. More tender, more sensual, and more trusting than ever before.
                          
As he peeled the straps of my dress down my arms, trailing his mouth along my shoulder before softly kissing my chest, Noah looked up at me as though he was silently repeating the words we had just said to each other.
                          
Pushing my fingers through his hair, I pulled his head back up to meet mine, gently parting his lips with my tongue as I kissed him deeply.
                          
My fingers were almost shaking as I undid the buttons of his fitted white shirt one by one, slowly revealing each beautiful piece of artwork inked on his skin. Drinking in every inch of his naked torso, I traced my fingers across the black ink designs that I had come to know so well on his skin.
                          
Pulling my face back towards him, Noah's kiss had grown in urgency and he explored the depths of my mouth as though his life depended on it; alternating his rhythmic movements with gentle nibbles on my bottom lip and light brushes of his tongue along the outline of my mouth.
                          
Piece by piece, we removed each other's clothes like we were unwrapping fragile gifts, each newly exposed piece of flesh deserving to be touched and kissed as much as the previous. By the time we were finally both stood completely naked in front of each other, I almost didn't know what to do next.
                          
Luckily, Noah did.
                          
Running his hands down my sides lightly, he stopped at my hips and pulled my body in close to his muscular, tall frame. Moving his lips down across my breasts and stomach, he knelt on the floor in front of me with his eyes raised upwards, like a sinner desperate seeking redemption.
                          
Slowly moving his face between my legs, his hot breath on my skin made my knees weaken with the thought of what was coming next. But, to begin with, he didn't use his tongue the way I so desperately wanted him to.
                          
Instead, he continued to tease all around my most intimate area with light brushes of his lips and warm streams of breath, making every nerve ending in my skin burst into life as his fingertips trailed all over my lower back, stomach and buttocks.
                          
The breath was snatched from my lungs as he finally placed his tongue on me, easing my throbbing need for him by circling over my most sensitive spot.
                          
As my body responded to his skilled movements, Noah's fingers were able to glide easily inside me as he continued to work his tongue in long, slow delicious circles. Increasing his pace little by little, my chest heaved with each breath I gasped in, and the pulsing within me grew until I was eventually balancing right on the edge of an almighty explosion.
                          
With one last swipe of his tongue and curl of his finger, Noah succeeded in making me cry out. Shooting my hands down to grab hold of his messed up hair, I buckled as the waves burst like a tsunami through my body. Folded over him at the waist, I held his head tightly against my stomach as the feeling shook through my bones from head to toe.
                          
Gently picking me up a couple of inches off the floor to carry me over to the bed, Noah's voice was soothing as he laid my body down gently, burying his face in my hair to whisper in my ear.
                          
"I think you're ready now," he murmured, causing the butterflies to instantly swarm back into my stomach. "Do you want to?" 
                          
I nodded gently as I smiled up at him. I'm not sure he really understood that I'd been ready since the first time I felt the electricity of his kiss. But now, knowing how we truly felt about each other, things seemed different in some way. Like I wouldn't just be giving him all of my body, but all of my heart too.
                          
"Are you sure? I need to hear the words," he continued.
                          
"I'm ready," I whispered, holding his face to kiss his lips gently.