Climbing into bed, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, trying to console her as the dream kept her locked in the nightmare.
She screamed, trying to pull away from him, and as she lashed out, he moved between her thighs, holding her hands above her head.
“It’s me, Skye. I’m here. You’re not in the cell. You’re alive. You’re here. You’re with me.” He repeated the same words over and over. Her eyes had opened, and it took her a few minutes to finally come around to seeing him, to understanding that it was him with her.
“Noah?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“You’re in China.”
“Not anymore.”
“What are you doing back?”
“I figured you’d want to see me.” He eased the pressure off her wrists, sitting back. She moved her hands slowly in front of her. She was covered in a sheen of sweet. He was saddened to see her wearing a shirt, covering up her nakedness. He rather liked her naked. He especially loved to see her tits.
“I did. I mean … I do.”
“You don’t sound so sure.” He ran the tips of his fingers up and down her thighs, wanting to rid her of his shirt.
She licked her lips and ran fingers in her hair. Her gaze moved from him to the ceiling above her, back to him again. “I’m so confused right now.”
“What about?”
“This. What the hell is going on, Noah?”
“We’re living in an apartment together.”
She frowned. “I’m guessing you’re used to invading someone’s privacy and life and stuff like that, but I’m not used to this. I don’t…” She stopped. Seconds passed. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or even what the hell this is. I don’t understand any of this, and it’s driving me crazy.”
He stared at her panties. They were a grey color. Completely unattractive. He wanted to tear them from her body.
“We need to get you some new underwear.”
“Noah, be serious.”
He stopped her from trying to get away. His hands were on her hips, keeping her in place. “I am being serious.” He also loved having her close like this. Her hips, her body, it was incredible. His cock hardened, wanting inside her. He’d been without her for so long. “What makes you think I’m not being serious?”
He brought his hands together, moving to the band of her panties, sliding his thumbs beneath the material.
“Noah,” she said, moaning his name.
It was good to hear his name spill from her lips like that. He could gladly become addicted to the sound. Biting his lip, he pushed the panties down, dragging them to her thighs. They were in the way, and with a single tug, the worn fabric gave way.
“Noah, please,” she said.
“You want me to stop?”
She paused, her teeth sinking into her lip. He didn’t make a single move to touch her, nor did she ask him to stop.
When she made no move or sound for him to not continue, he placed his fingers on the lips of her sex, spreading her open, much like he had done on his desk a few weeks ago. He stared at her pussy.
“Turn the other light on.” He expected her to argue, but only seconds later, the light came on and he was able to see her. He had two lights on either side of the bed. She had to stretch to reach it, but now, he was able to see her perfect little pussy. The fine hairs were already wet. Running his thumb from her clit down to her slit, he plunged inside her and watched as she moaned, arching up against him.
“I’m taking this very seriously.” Lifting her up to his face, he flicked his tongue through her pussy, circling her clit at the top before moving down to fuck inside her.
She cried his name, and he loved the sound. Over and over, he teased her.