Chapter 26 Twenty five
Nora.
My mind was at war with my body, the conflicting desires and emotions battling for dominance. Howard's presence had always been a tumultuous mixture of attraction and frustration, and now, as he stood before me, my resistance wavered. Despite my inner uproar, I found myself unable to say no or make him beg for my acceptance. It was as if I had lost control, succumbing to his magnetic pull.
His touch ignited a fire within me, and I felt the sensations ripple through my body as he explored me with a hunger that mirrored my own.
Our lips met in a heated kiss, a collision of desire and pent-up tension that had been building between us for so long. My towel lay discarded on the floor, a sign of my surrender to the powerful allure he held over me.
His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking entry into my mouth. I parted my lips, granting him access, and our breaths mingled as our mouths moved together in a passionate dance. My heart raced as his hands found their way to my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Every caress, every graze of his fingers on my skin, set my senses ablaze.
His hands cupped my butt, his touch possessive and electrifying. In an instant, he lifted me effortlessly, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, a silent invitation to continue. The feelings intensified as he carried me to my bed, our mouths still locked in a fervent embrace.
My body felt alive with anticipation, my skin tingling under his touch. The desire between us was intense, a compelling force that drew us closer together. I knew the risks, the potential for heartache and disappointment, yet in that moment, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist.
I couldn't deny the yearning that surged within me, the overwhelming need to be close to him, to feel his touch, to experience the connection that only he could ignite. It was a dangerous game, one that could lead to heartbreak, but in that moment, the allure of the forbidden was too strong to resist.
As Howard set me down on the bed, our lips finally parted, and we were left breathless, our gazes locked in mutual understanding. The intensity of the moment hung in the air, the unspoken desires and emotions swirling between us.
He leans down to kiss me again and I welcomed his lips. He focuses on my mouth, then back to my eyes again, then back to my mouth.
“Nora,” he whispers. He says my name so softly I’m not even sure if his mouth moves. I don’t have time to respond. His hand leaves my waist and slides through my hair at the same moment as his lips connect fiercely with mine. He slides his body on top of me, and his kiss instantly becomes intense. Deep. Dominating. His kiss is full of something that’s never been there before. Full of feeling. Full of hope.
Howard's lips trailed a path of fire down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His kisses were intoxicating, each one igniting a new wave of sensation that I couldn't ignore. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the sound escaping my lips as he continued his exploration of my sensitive skin.
My fingers entwined themselves in his hair, a silent invitation for him to continue his passionate journey. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, to elicit the most pleasurable response from me. The feelings were overwhelming, and I found myself lost in the intensity of the moment.
Desire pulsed through my veins, my body responding eagerly to his every touch. I craved more, my need growing with each passing second. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I found myself unable to contain my longing any longer. "Howard," I moaned his name, the sound a mixture of need and desperation.
His lips returned to mine, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. Our lips moved together in a dance of passion, the connection between us intensifying with every heartbeat. I felt his desire, his hunger, mirrored in the way he kissed me, in the way his hands roamed my body.
I couldn't hold back any longer, my plea escaping in a soft whine. "Just touch me already," I begged, the words tumbling from my lips as I writhed beneath his touch. The ache between my legs had become almost unbearable, a relentless craving that only he could satisfy.
With a low growl, Howard's fingers traced a path down my body, his touch sending sparks of electricity wherever he went. The eagerness was exhilarating, each brush of his fingertips against my skin making me shiver with need. My breath caught as he finally brought his middle finger down and slid in gently over my folds, and I arched my back in response.
“God, yes. Keep going.” He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering my wetness. He parted me with two fingers and found my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I cried out against his lips, and was lost.
His voice, low and velvety, sent shivers down my spine as it wrapped around me like a warm embrace. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that left me breathless. His fingers were still in me, making me lose the rest of the sanity I had.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the electric tension that crackled in the air between us. I could feel the heat rising all over my body.
I shook my head, a defiant spark igniting in my eyes. I wasn't going to back down now, not when we’d come this far. His lips curled into a wicked grin, revealing a confidence that was both infuriating and utterly irresistible.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned out, finding my way to his hand and pushing it further in me. He shakes his head, making me to whine because I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Beg for it," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur that sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. His lips grazed the shell of my ear, and I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. Every nerve in my body was on edge, craving his touch, his command.
"Please…" I inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath, my voice barely a whisper. The anticipation in the room was intense, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. My senses were heightened, every nerve ending alive with the electricity of the moment.
"Do you like it?" His voice was a warm, seductive murmur against my ear, and his lips brushed tenderly against my nipple. I shivered involuntarily, my body reacting to his nearness.
I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape my lips. But when he took my nipple in his mouth, all restraint shattered. A low, needy moan escaped me, and I couldn't help but arch into him, craving more than just his fingers.
“Howard… I can’t hold any longer,” I cried out. He pulled his head up from my breast and leaned up and over me, slipping his fingers out of me. “You sure you want more than my fingers? I don’t think you can take me in all,” He says, his voice was deep and daring. It made me want to further things and I don’t care what it takes. I need him…
“I’m braver than you think,” I said confidently and he laughed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” his whispered his voice dropping to a lower register that sent a rush of heat between my legs.
He bent down again and kissed me gently, carefully, but it wasn’t gentleness I wanted, not now, not after all this time. I knotted my fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against me. He pulls back to and begin to unbutton his shirt. I impatiently watched him take his shirt off and threw it on the floor. He did the same with his pants and now he was left with his boxers that evidently showed his bulge. I swallowed hard as my heart beat picked up a pace. Now I understand why he felt the need to brag.
I mask my fear of how Howard was massive and stretch my legs open. He smirks and takes his boxers off. My breath turned shallow when I looked at it. “I warned you,” he said, getting on top of me. It was at the time I realized he was too heavy to hold, and too light not to. He puts his thing in me making me to gasp and moan all at once. He kissed my ear and whispered, “I don’t want you to ever forget this night.”
I answered by plastering my mouth on his and kissing him in a way I’d never thought possible, my hips moving against him.
I wrap my legs around his back so he can't get away. His face is next to mine. The bedsprings sounds like them crickets used to back home. He puts his fingers in mine, and we stretch our arms out wise. I hold on tight. My fingers and my legs hold on tight, because everything else is going. I know he wants me to come first. But I can't. Not until he does. Not until I feel him. Sinking into me. Not until I know that my flesh is all that be on his mind. That he couldn't stop if he had to.
That he would die rather than take his thing out of me. Not until he has let go of all he has, and give it to me.
Howard lasted longer than I thought. I couldn't get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn't care. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him.
his face fell to my side as we both gasped for air, the aftermath of our passionate encounter leaving us breathless. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, a collision of emotions I never thought I'd experience with him. Howard had always been a mystery, his thoughts and feelings a puzzle I could never quite solve. Yet here we were, tangled together in a way I'd always hoped.
I had yearned for this day, fantasized about it when I thought it was nothing more than a distant dream. To be with him, to feel his touch, was a desire that had consumed me. And now, against all odds, that desire had become reality. His arms were wrapped around me, his warmth a stark contrast to the tingling sensations that still coursed through my body.
Despite the exhaustion and soreness that settled in my limbs, I didn't want to move. I wanted to bask in this moment, to revel in the closeness we had finally achieved. But as Howard stirred, his movements shifting away from me, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of panic. My heart raced as questions tumbled from my lips, the fear of him leaving clawing at the edges of my mind.
"Where are you going? What's wrong?" I asked, my voice betraying the anxiety that had taken root within me. The idea of him leaving after everything we had just shared was a terrifying thought, threatening to shatter the fragile bubble of intimacy we had created.
Howard's actions were confusing, his decision to rise from the bed and retrieve his clothes leaving me bewildered. I watched as he dressed, a knot forming in my stomach. The amusement I had initially felt faded, replaced by a growing sense of unease. The distance he was putting between us was like a chasm, one I couldn't bridge with words alone.
As he stood before me, fully dressed, he broke the silence that hung heavy in the air. "I told you; I don't want you to ever forget this night," he said, his voice carrying a weight that wasn't there before. The words echoed in my mind, and as he left my room, their meaning took on a new and painful clarity.
The repetition of his words struck me like a blow, and suddenly, they held a different significance. My heart ached as I realized that Howard's intention was not what I had initially thought. The disappointment that flooded over me was suffocating, a tidal wave of sorrow crashing against my fragile hope.
I remained seated in the middle of my bed, my body heavy with the weight of rejection. Dejection and a sense of uselessness settled over me, a storm of emotions that I had never anticipated. The room that had once felt so warm and intimate now seemed empty and cold, a reflection of the hollowness that had taken root within me.