Wave of pleasure

CHAPTER 39: WAVE OF PLEASURE.

RACHEL'S POV

{WARNING: THERE IS AN INTENSE SCENE BELOW}

Noah carries me to the bed and places me gently on it. His hand reaches the bed lights and he slowly turns the brightness low. 

The air between us is thick with tension, every inch of space charged with anticipation. My heart races as Noah steps closer, climbing on the bed. His huge body overshadowed me, the warmth of his body drawing me in. His eyes lock with mine, a silent promise flickering within them. I feel my breath hitch as his fingers graze my cheek, his touch featherlight but electrifying. There's a pull between us, a magnetism that leaves me powerless to resist.

Is it because it's been long since I last felt a touch that has made me go this crazy? I am not too sure. But whatever the reason, I desperately want to get loosed up tonight.

His hand moves to the back of my neck as I push my body up a little, his thumb brushing along my skin in slow, deliberate strokes. A shiver runs down my spine, and I tilt my head back, giving him more access. I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin; each exhales a whisper of desire. My body responds instinctively, pressing closer to him as if begging for more.

Noah's lips find the curve of my jaw, and I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation. His hands roam lower, tracing the outline of my body with a careful touch that sends sparks through my skin. The weight of his presence is overwhelming, and I can’t help but sigh, the sound a mixture of longing and surrender.

When his lips finally claim mine, it's a kiss that ignites something deep within me. His tongue traces the edge of my lips, demanding entrance, and I open to him, our mouths moving together in a rhythm that is slow and sensuous. Every touch, every caress, feels like a declaration, an unspoken promise that neither of us wants to break.

My whole body is on fire. I slowly rub against him, causing him to groan with our lips still connected. He removes his hand from my back, allowing me to place my back firmly on the bed. 

My fingers find their way into his smooth hair, and I slowly massage it as I smile in ecstasy.

He pulls back for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if asking for permission. I nod, my voice caught in my throat. Noah doesn't need to wait for more than that. His hands move with purpose, undressing me with a deliberate slowness that drives me wild. Every moment is drawn out, every second an eternity as I become more attuned to the heat between us.

He takes my shirt off, and I am left with just my bra, which he skillfully removes while still maintaining eye contact with me. My two peaches bounce as they are freed from the closure they've been in for a while. He eagerly grabbed the right one and sucked on the brown nipple of it, which instantly sent a wave of ecstasy through me. I moan as I tug at his hair and intensely rub myself against him.

I can feel how turned on he is - his lower member has become swollen and it must have been begging so hard to be freed. 

After he is done sucking both, he begins to kiss my belly down to my navel. My body trembles with anticipation as Noah's hands caress my thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. I can't seem to think straight. His gaze is intense, his eyes dark with desire, & for a moment, I wonder if he knows just how much he is unraveling me. 

His lips trail soft kisses along the inside of my thigh, sending shivers across my skin. I gasp, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath as my heart races. Every kiss, every brush of his lips feels like a spark igniting a fire within me that refuses to be contained.

He undresses my lower part afterward, leaving only my panties on, which doesn't last long as he immediately tears them off. He spreads my legs open and I gasp from the sudden roughness of his actions. I lick my lips and shift a bit as I feel his hot breath hit that part.

The moment his mouth touches me, the world around me seems to fade away. The sensations are overwhelming—his tongue gliding with slow, deliberate movements that send waves of pleasure crashing through me. I gasp, my breath coming in short, desperate bursts as every nerve in my body comes alive.

Never in my life did I imagine this coming to life.

His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure radiating from the very core of me. I can't stop the sounds spilling from my lips, soft, breathless moans that only seem to encourage him to go further. Each movement is perfectly timed as if he knows exactly what I need, exactly what will send me over the edge.

I feel myself tightening, the pressure building with every flick, every kiss. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he continues to torment me with slow, languid strokes that make my body ache for more. Then all of a sudden, he replaces his tongue with his fingers. My legs tremble, and I can feel the tension coiling inside me, ready to snap.

   "God, Noah," I whisper, the words slipping past my lips before I can stop them. "Please..."

But he doesn't stop. Instead, he deepens his touch, going even faster, pulling me further into the bliss, and I lose myself entirely in the sensation. My back arches as the pressure intensifies, and before I know it, I’m falling—falling into something I can't control, something that has me gasping for air and clutching the sheets with white-knuckled hands.

I hear myself cry out, the pleasure so intense it makes everything else blur. My whole body trembles as I finally give in, the sensation sweeping through me like a tidal wave.

  

NOAH'S POV.

Rachel's breath comes in soft gasps, her body a living, breathing testament to the desire that lingers between us. I can feel the pulse of her need beneath my fingertips, the warmth of her skin as I trace the line of her collarbone, memorizing every curve, every inch of her.

Her hands find my chest, her fingers pressing against the fabric of my shirt, eager to strip away the distance between us. I catch her wrists gently, pulling her hands away and placing them above her head, holding her in place for a moment as I let my lips explore the sensitive skin of her neck. 

Seeing her get this tortured makes me feel some kind of pride.  She gasps, a tremor running through her body as she releases again, and I can't help but smile. 

  "It is thick and sloppy," I comment and her reaction is everything.

I move lower, my hands sliding down her body, feeling the way she responds to every touch. There's a sweetness in the way she leans into me, a trust that makes my heart race. When I look up at her, her eyes are closed, her face flushed with anticipation. The sight of her like this, open and vulnerable, makes it impossible to stop.

I kiss my way back up her body, my hands following the path of my lips, until I reach her ear.

  "You've done it twice, and it seems like your penis is gonna burst if it doesn't get settled tonight," she whispers, and I become weak. She is right about that, and with just a simple push from her, I fall on my back, and she climbs on me, her breasts waving me hello from her chest. I can't help but hold them as she unbuckles my pant and pull it down a little, revealing my swollen member which has somehow curved itself. The tip is clearly wet seeing the spot on my underwear.

   "You are huge," she comments and smiles as she locks eyes with me. I have no idea what it is that she is about to do until she grabs it and I close my eyes, hissing in pleasure.

She sits on it, intentionally positioning her part on mine, and rubs once. 

   "Ah," I moan at the satisfaction it brings. She pauses and I open my eyes to see why she stopped. She arcs, and right now, I can feel her entrance, and my member twitches instantly even though it hasn't been released. She then starts rubbing against it. I hold her arched waist tightly as she rubs against it. Her breasts bouncing at each move she moves.

 I whisper her name, my voice rough with desire, and she shudders in response. I want her, want to lose myself in this moment. 

Her body presses closer to mine, her lips searching for me once more, and I let her take control for a moment. The way she moves against me, the soft sounds she makes, send waves of heat crashing through me. It’s slow, deliberate, but every moment is filled with a hunger that I know we can’t ignore forever, and after a few minutes...

   "I am close..." she mumbles, and I nod. I feel too weak to even say a word.

   "Rachel..." I call out with desire as I find my release and I grab her by the neck before sealing her lips with mine as we both slowly make it back alive. Afterward, she rests her forehead against mine as she tries to catch her breath.

 Then she looks me in the eye, "Thank you." I whisper and she smiles before trying to get off me. I can see the exhaustion on her face, so I make her rest on my body instead. 

This has to be the best night of my life.