[This chapter contains some mature scenes. If it makes you uncomfortable, please skip this chapter.]

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When the bathroom door closed behind Noah, Jess had the overwhelming urge to throw away the blanket that was imprisoning her body, ran after him, and joined him in the shower.

He said he's going to touch himself, she wondered if he truly did. Her mind wandered off to the image of Noah, touching himself, calling her name — that would be so hot!

Jess pressed her legs tighter under the thick blanket, she gasped for air as her legs slightly trembled with the image of Noah that flashed at the back of her mind.

She could feel something warm flowing from between her legs. A reminder of her desires. She was tempted to touch herself but she didn't have to.

When she turned sideways, she felt the crotch of Noah's boxer that she was wearing - wet. She is wet.

"You are shameful, Jess." she scolded herself. "Go to sleep!"

She buried her face on the soft pillow, praying that she could bury her lust too, however, when she breathed in, she got hit in the face with Noah's lingering scent from the pillow.

She jerked herself up and leaned against the headboard. "Pillows are dangerous."

She stared at the closed bathroom door. 'Should she knock?' Since she badly needed a shower too!

She pulled the blanket down to her hips. She wondered where the remote control for the air conditioner was, for she needed to turn up the temperature. She was feeling feverish. Her heart has been pumping erratically on her chest.

She leaned her head back to the headboard and watched herself twisting her fingers on her lap. She now understands why some people spin things in their hands.

She heaved a deep sigh and closed her eyes. She listened to her heartbeat and started counting them. Some people count sheep when they can't sleep. Her mother taught her to count the beats of her heart.

It became a habit that she did it not only when she couldn't sleep, but whenever, she was also faced with a situation that she can't control or having a hard time controlling. Which is currently -- her lust.

She wondered if she slept with other men - if Noah wasn't her first man - would he still have this effect on her.

She flinched when she heard the bathroom door slid open. She listened to Noah's soft footsteps on the floor.

"You're not yet asleep?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Her eyebrows twitched when she heard his throaty voice, and her nose smelled the familiar scent of his body wash.

She slowly opened her eyes and gasped.

Noah was standing next to the bed, wearing nothing but a white towel, wrapped on his waist.

The memory of the first time they met, flashed through Jess's eyes. Noah was wearing a towel then, and he's wearing a towel now. Her steady breath hitched all over again.

And this time, she knew counting her heartbeat won't help her.

"Jess, let's talk," he said in a soft voice, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Noah -- I -" she closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath, when she opened her eyes, she said in one breath, "I am scared that if I have sex with you, tomorrow you'll disappear or worst — forget me again," she sniffled.

She winced like she was in pain when Noah's thumb swiped the tears that she didn't realize were streaming down her cheeks.

"Baby, sorry won't be enough." he leaned in toward her cheeks and kissed her tears. "How about I prove it to you — every day - that I won't go anywhere," he whispered, staring straight into her eyes, brimming with tears.

Jess heard her voice, trembling, "Promise?" she asked in a voice that she didn't recognize as her own.

She promised herself somewhere in the past that she would never ask for any kind of promise from a man because she knew that promises were nothing but empty words, and yet, here she is, asking Noah to make her a promise.

He didn't say any word of promises. He crashed her mouth instead. Jess sighed in pleasure when Noah's lips were against hers. Like it was her first, she trembled with needs.

"Noah —"

Noah yanked the blanket from covering Jess. His right knee was folded on the edge of the bed, he was bent down, cupping Jess's face in his palm. It was such a wonder how her face could fit so perfectly in his hands.

His left hand released her left cheek and groped for the towel that was wrapped on his waist. Dropped them, grabbed Jess's waist, lifted her up, and dropped her on the middle of the bed.

Now, he was glad he had a king-size bed, he thought as Jess bounced a bit from the force of being thrown in the middle of the bed.

They were both gasping for air to breathe. The bedroom echoed with their moans and pants.

"Noah," she moaned, raising her arms in the air, she wanted him in her arms. She wanted to feel his skin against her own skin.

Noah, hearing Jess gasping and calling his name, did something in him that he can't explain. He was like a raging bull and Jess was the red flag, waving in front of his eyes.

He saw nothing. Hear nothing other than her ragged breathing, calling his name like an ancient prayer.

His hands went under his old hoodie that she was wearing, he skimmed his hands from her waist up to the swell of her breast - his palms slid smoothly on her burning skin - or was it his hands that were burning?

He has no way of knowing. His eyes were hazy with his feverish desires. He watched Jess wiggled on the bed, arched her back then pulled his hoodie over her head.

He sucked in some air, his eyes were taking in the glorious view under him when he felt Jess's leg hooked around his waist, she pulled him down to give him a kiss and twisting her body upward and he found himself watching her above him - riding him.

Her hair cascading over her jaunting breast. His hands were magnetized with those perfectly shaped globes with pinkish tits. He rolled them in his thumb, fondling the swell of her breast.

Jess threw her head back and moaned. The rational part of her brain was overpowered by her desires, she shamelessly ground her hips on Noah's hard crotch.

Noah groaned, 'Oh god! This is better than his recurring dream.'

He gripped her waist and met her hips, pressing her core on his hard cock. Thinking how he relieved himself in the shower like a teenager and be thankful for it. Because if not, it would be too shameful for his ego if he would cum with just Jess grinding on top of him.

He pulled her down in an embrace, rolled over, and pinned her under. He caught her wrist and brought it over her head.

"Jess, let's remove the damn boxer."

He could swear he growled like a hungry animal.

Jess arched her lower body as a reply. He let go of her hand and pulled his boxer from her ass. His eyes were drawn to what's in the middle of her thigh because when he cupped her pussy, she was wet — so wet that he didn't have to insert his finger to know.

"Fuck, minx. You are driving me insane!" he growled and shoved his fingers in.

She buckled under him and he felt a stinging sensation on his back caused by Jess's nails, raking into his skin.

"Aghh — Noah - not your fingers, please…" she gasped for air, "You — I want you, please," she jerked her lower body, moaning.

"Shit!" he cursed under his breath. He pulled out his fingers from inside her wet cove and inserted them into her mouth.

He lost it when Jess, like a hungry child, grasped his hand and licked the fingers that came from her wet pussy.

He lifted her legs, held them on his shoulder, and shoved hard.

All he could hear was moaning and gasping for air, overlapped with Jess's begging and screaming his name. She was wriggling and gripping the white sheet of his bed, writhing in ecstasy under him.

The light behind his eyes shattered into thousands of spinning colors as he pushed to the last tilt and called out her name.

He pulled her up from the bed and cradled her in his arms as their body spasm, they rode the pleasure of their orgasm.

"Noah," she gasped, her fingers buried under his hair.

"I'm here. Baby, I am here. Not going anywhere," he promised with his ragging breathing.

"Uh-hmm, she mumbled, her breath still shaking.

"That was —" he exhaled a deep breath.

"Awesome," she finished his sentence, burying her face on the crooked of his neck.

He chuckled. "Want to go for another one?" He bit the base of her ear, gripped her waist, and pushed her down to his shaft that was still buried inside her.

"Bastard," she laughed, pushing him down.

"Yes, this is way better than a dream." he laughed when his back hit the mattress.

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