Page 92 of Sing For Us

Chanting.

Joy.

Relief.

“Do it just like that, Noa. Get on your knees and fuck my pussy with your tongue.”

I push two more fingers in, and I place my head on the tiles. The feeling is so fucking intense I make a ‘V’ with my fingers and slide them up and down my clit. I imagine Noa’s tongue licking me until I come. I pick up the pace and move my fingers faster and harder until I shatter.

“Fuck! Noa!”

My heartbeat slows down, and I turn around, so my back is plastered against the wall. The fog subsides, and when my eyes adjust to the space, I see it.

Or better said, him.

Noa’s standing there with his arms crossed and wearing a smug grin.

“You heard everything.” I know he did. His grin transforms into a full-on smile that reaches his eyes.

“I did.” His voice is low and dangerous. He’s toying with me, and I want to play.

I step out of the shower and move towards the mirrors. I flip my hair so a couple of droplets land on him. Without any care in the world, I pretend there’s something on my lip and touch the sides of it.

“There’s nothing on your lip.” He’s standing behind me, and I feel the warmth radiating off him. My breath catches in my chest, and the pink in my cheeks is more noticeable than ever. His proximity is driving me crazy. And it’s the strangest feeling—a mix of nervous thrill and deep peace.

“Did you finish what you were doing downstairs?” I ask him as I grip the sides of his bathroom counter. Looking at him through the mirror. Completely aware that I’m completely naked and he’s fully clothed.

“No.” Could he sound any more seductive? It’s like he’s doing this on purpose, and I’m taking the bait. Gladly.

His silhouette frames mine, and the mirror magnifies how close he is to my back. It also shows the faces of the people who used to love each other, contrasting with the enemies we are now.

“What did you do?” I barely got that last word out as I can’t seem to focus on what’s happening. Neither one of us wants to break first. Moving away would feel like losing. Staying would feel like surrendering to sin.

And what a beautiful sin it would be.

He reaches past me to grab a small towel and his forearm brushes against my waist. That touch sends a shock of electricity through my body. I wish I could say that I hate that, but I’d be lying to myself.

He drops the towel on the floor and plasters his body against mine. I shudder.

“Can’t lie yourself out of this one.”

I abruptly turn around and break the safety of the mirror. It was a barrier between us, but now I’m standing nose-to-nose with him.

“Out of what?” My breath is on his skin, and the height difference only makes the tension between us stronger. I’m looking up at him, and I notice that he’s happy. Ecstatic even.

“You know what. And to answer your earlier question, I wanted to work out.”

“Why?”

“To release some tension.”

“Why’d you need to work out?” I ask breathlessly. My heart is pounding in my ears, and the veins in his neck are popping.

“Because I couldn’t do what I wanted to.”

Before I can react, his mouth slams on mine.

He grabs my ass and places me on the counter, breaking the kiss. His hand stays on my ass while mine latch onto his face. I steady his head so we both can’t misjudge the distance between us. He leans over and brings his body flush against mine. I take a moment to look at his eyes, then I drop my gaze down to his lips before closing my mouth on him again.