Page 51 of Lift Me Up

The reaction I get is… otherworldly. His eyes slip shut, he bites his lip then lets out a soft gasp and quiet whine when I trail a foot gently along his inseam up, up, up, then pulling away. His eyes open, and his pupils are huge. I see his toes curl where they’re barefoot on my floor. When he looks at me like this, my whole body lights on fire.

“Georgie,” he says my name like a prayer, gracefully falls to his knees and looks up at me like I am the only thing in this universe. I am the only thing in his universe.

“Noah,” I echo.

I see his moment of contemplation. I wonder what’s going through his mind. But it doesn’t take long to realize what it is he wants; he grabs me by my ankles and pulls me until I’m at the edge of the bed and gasping through giggles. This is effortless, this moment between us. I don’t worry about my scars, I feel amazing, and it’s a welcomed feeling. I want this more than I can tell him. I cup his cheeks and kiss him just because I can as his fingers trace the waist of my leggings.

“Let me worship you. Please. It’s all I can think about. I have to taste, I need you, Georgie,”

His words are a kick into sexual overdrive. In reply to his questions, I throw my head back and let out a breathless gasp when he nudges me to raise my hips, he coaxes my leggings down, down, down. I swallow hard, resting on my elbows and watching as he takes me in. All of me.

He sees the paleness of my legs and the scarring that he isn’t fazed by, but more importantly, he sees the fact that I am not wearing underwear underneath the leggings. Noah’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and damn it, I believe him. I watch his hands, his huge fucking hands as they touch my thighs, littered with surgery scars and HS scars, watch as he guides my foot up so my heel rests on the edge of the bed frame, but my body is on the bed. It gives him perfect access when he moves my knees out and open, hips wide and on full display for him. When he looks up from my exposed, bare skin, he looks nearly feral.

“Oh my God. You’re killing me, G.”

“You’re—” I hiss as his hands grip my thighs gently and inch closer to where I want him to be. My legs tremble in anticipation, and my body lets out a shiver I can’t hold back, “You’re making me cold.”

He hums, “Well we can’t have that.”

His lips kiss their way up each leg, from calves to knees and at each thigh, it’s like he’s kissing a precious piece of art. I am the art. He takes his time; he has me hot and shivering all at the same time. His breath teases my skin, warm and soft and sending shivers up my spine. I let out a soft moan.

“Warmer…?” He hums softly against my left thigh.

“Noah, if you don't touch me soon, I think I’m going to die.“ His fingers, deft and sneaky, they gently glide up the sensitive crease where my leg meets my center. He doesn't touch me there, not yet, but he’s testing the limit of how far and how long I’m willing to put up with this.

“I know it's all new to us… but I want to take my time with you. I want to get to know your body like the back of my hand. I want to trace every single inch. I want to take whatever it is you want to give. I want to worship you and make you feel… everything if you’ll let me. So, show me how you want me to touch you, Georgie. Teach me how to make you feel so good the only thing you’ll remember is my name. Use me however you need me. Please. Georgie.”

I have never in my life had an orgasm simply from a person's words before, but if there was ever a moment for that to happen for the first time… this would be it. His words rock me to my core. I tighten and tense like he’s inside me and not just staring at the reaction his words have caused.

I can’t begin to imagine how I look when I fist my fingers into his hair, “Get over here and make good on your promise then.”

The visceral moan that escapes his lips as I guide him to where I want him, need him, is glorious. His mouth is open and waiting and the second he’s close enough, he’s sucking in a breath like he never plans to come up for air and⁠—

“Oh. God.”

The hand not in his hair twists the sheets. I try and fail to stay up on my elbows to watch him because the sight of his face deep between my legs is enough to do me in, and I want this moment to last forever. He’s relentless, his tongue eager and coaxing even more wetness than I’ve ever known humanly possible out of me.

There’s an ever-present pressure on my clit, and it rubs in small, tantalizing circles. Enough to keep me on edge but not enough to make me come as his tongue dives deeper, lapping at me like it’s all he ever wants to do again, and he wants this to continue forever. I want this to continue forever. I hiss when he hums against my sensitive skin, his expression completely unreadable but he knows what he’s doing.

“Noah.” I shift my hips, bucking against him with a needy pant.

He pulls away from me with a wicked grin when I whine from the loss, his face absolutely covered in me. He looks absolutely pleased with himself as he twirls the finger at my clit a little harder for more pressure.

“Tell me what you want, Georgie. There’s nothing more I want than to give it to you.”

His words undo me. I tremble, “Pressure. So much pressure.”

The hand that isn’t touching me there with circles and making my mind melts grips at my thighs, his nails tracing down my skin like hot lines of welcomed fire. “Like this?”

I groan and hiss when he stops, fingers slowly brushing against the new marks, “Yes. I- sometimes scars make it hard to feel from the nerve damage it left behind, but I need it. Overwhelm me. Touch me. Fuck me. Make it rough,”

He does the motion again, gentler this time but still amazing- and it makes me shudder at the sensation.

“It feels so—ah shit. Do that again.”

His fingers swirl and trace back to where I truly want them again. “Fingers. I need them,”

“Do you want lube?” He asks thoughtfully.