The clock strikes midnight as the last words come out of my mouth, and I see Noelle’s eyes glisten with tears as she wraps her arms around my neck. For the first time, I slide my fingers into her hair, cup her face in my hand as my lips find hers, and she sinks against me into the kiss.
“Get a room,” George groans from behind us after a few seconds pass, and Noelle pulls away, blushing.
“I think that’s exactly what I’ve done,” I tell him wryly, and he rolls his eyes.
“I’m going home,” he tells Noelle, grinning at her. “Thanks for dinner, Alexandre. Just be home for breakfast, okay, sis?”
“No promises,” Noelle says, laughing, and he rolls his eyes again as he heads out of the suite, leaving the two of us alone.
“I’ve waited so long to touch you like this,” I murmur, my fingers trailing through her hair. There’s still pain in my wrists and hands, as I expect there will be for a long time, especially in the cold. But it’s not unbearable, and in a way, I relish it, a reminder of how close I came to losing a future I didn’t know I could have. I feel the same way about the scars on my wrists, scars that I will bear for the rest of my life. “To touch every inch of you the way you deserve.”
“So have I,” Noelle whispers, and then her mouth is on mine again.
Alone, at last, we stumble back towards the bed, my cock hard and aching from the first touch of her lips against mine. I know I’ll never tire of her kisses, her hands on me, the way they strip away my clothing eagerly as I lift up her velvet dress.
“You look beautiful in this,” I murmur against her lips. “But I want to see you with nothing on.”
Outside, the fireworks are still exploding, lighting up the sky as I slide the dress off of her, taking in every inch of her moonlit skin as we fall back onto the bed together, all mouths and hands and eager bodies. I slide my hand over her breast, my heart racing with the pleasure of touching her like this at last.
It’s been so long since I’ve touched a woman like this, without games or the sickness clouding my mind, as nothing but lovers. Even with Anastasia, there was something in the way, the demons of my tormented mind twisting what we had. With Noelle, there’s nothing but the two of us, equals in our love and desire for each other, a pureness to what we have that I thought I’d lost forever with Margot.
For the first time, I feel no guilt in wanting, touching, or desiring. I believe now what Noelle told me that night that I confessed everything to her, that it wasn’t my fault, that Margot would want my happiness—that she would derive no satisfaction from watching me rot away my years in grief and torment. No one can ever replace her—but that’s not what I’m doing here, tonight.
I’m starting over. I can never replace my first love, nor would I want to. But I can find the strength to love again, wholly, without the fear and guilt that ruined everything before.
I lean over Noelle, my entire body thrumming with pleasure at finally being able to do this, to be with her the way I’d fantasized so many times, lying helpless as I recovered. I kiss her again, long and slow and deep, my tongue tangling with hers, tasting the sharp sparkle of champagne on her lips. “I want to go slowly,” I murmur against her mouth. “But I need to be inside of you—so badly—”
“I need it, too,” she breathes. “We can do the rest later. After all, we have all the time in the world, right?” Her lips curve beneath mine in a smile as her legs twine around me, bringing me closer. “I want you inside of me, Alexandre. Ineedyou.”
I groan as Noelle kisses me again, her hand sliding around the back of my head as I kneel between her legs, my swollen cockhead pressing between her slick folds. She feels wet and hot and tight as I push into her, and I reach down, groaning as I rub my fingers over her clit for the first time, feeling her throb beneath my fingertips.
“Oh!” She gasps at my touch, her hips arching up, more of my cock slipping into her as she clenches around me. “Oh god,yes—”
“Moan for me,petite souris,” I murmur, my hand cupping her breast, stroking, toying with her nipple as I tease her clit, filling her slowly with my cock. I look down between her thighs, enjoying the sight of me splitting her open, her swollen pink folds stretching around my girth as I slide deeper. “By the end, I’ll have you screaming my name.”
“Now you’re bragging—oh!”Noelle cries out again, her pussy clenching tightly around me as I slide in to the hilt, driving myself deep inside of her. I stroke her clit faster as I rock against her, filling her as deeply as I can with my cock before I pull out again, letting her feel every inch before I thrust hard.
“Alexandre!” She cries out my name, and I feel her thighs tensing around me, her body shuddering with pleasure. “Oh god, I’m—I—”
Her head falls back, her black hair spread over the white sheets as her hips thrust up onto my cock, her pussy clenching and throbbing deliciously around me as she starts to come hard. I feel the flood of her orgasm drench my cock, hot and wet and pulling me deeper, fluttering around me as I keep rubbing her clit, fucking her through it with the same steady rhythm until I feel the last of the tremors pass through her—and then I begin to fuck her in earnest.
I slide into her, hard and hot and deep, again and again as she cries out, her legs wrapped around me. I hold out as long as I can against my own release, savoring the sight of her gorgeous body spread out beneath me, the taut pleasure on her face, the sway of her breasts, until the hot, slick sensation of her gripping me becomes too much. I reach for her, pulling her up into my arms and onto my lap as I begin to thrust up into her, hard.
“I’m going to fill you up,petite,” I groan against her lips, holding her close against me. “I’m going to come so hard for you—”
My cock throbs, hard as iron, and I kiss her deeply as I feel myself let go, the climax sweeping over me in a hot, pulsing rush that makes me cry out into the kiss, a deep growl of pleasure that ripples up my spine as I thrust up into her as hard as I can. “Ohfuck, Noelle—”
I moan her name as she clings to me, grinding against me as she cries out, too, kissing me with her fingers tangled in my hair as I feel her shudder and clench around me all over again.
“Alexandre—" She gasps my name against my lips. We fall back into the sheets together, my cock still buried inside of her as we hold on to each other through the shuddering pleasure that wracks us both.
When we come back to our senses, I hold her close to me, still inside of her, as I wrap my legs around her, intending to stay there as long as I can. “I love you,” I murmur into her dark hair, feeling her face press into my neck, and I hear her whisper it back, her lips moving against my skin.
“I like this hotel,” she says teasingly, and I laugh, stroking her hair.
“Good,” I tell her. “Because I plan to stay here.”
Noelle pulls back slightly, looking at me confusedly. “What do you mean?”