♱Recommended song: There Goes My Baby By Usher♱
The bright sunlight streaming in from the large window easily pulled me from my sleep.
And automatically, I could tell that I wasn't in my Paris hotel room.
I mean, I was definitely still in Paris—which was clear by the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower held by the large window.
A yawn fell from my lips, raising my head up from what I later realized was Noa's stomach—causing her to stir from her sleep as well.
And I couldn't help but smile up at her, recalling all the events from yesterday—mostly just the proposal and grasping the fact that I was actually engaged.
Past me would've definitely had a heart attack if she knew what the future held.
"Good morning," Noa murmured, staring down at me as she brushed the stray hairs from my face.
I felt my smile grow, "Good morning," I whispered back.
Noa shook her head to herself, smiling slightly as she said, "You're my fiancée."
And it was clear that she was processing yesterday just like me.
"And you're mine," I said, leaning into her touch, but my brows easily furrowed when I felt something cold against my skin.
I grabbed her hand, and almost as soon as I saw the perfect banded ring on her finger—a grin grew on my lips.
"I forgot about that," I mainly whispered to myself as I recalled the drunken memories.
Noa chuckled to herself, "What? You demanding to go to a jewelry shop that I had to call the owner to open? Or you insisting you weren't drunk as you tried to convince me to touch you in the bath I ran you?" she questioned rhetorically.
My eyes widened on their own accord, processing so many things within her statement.
Even if Noa knew so many sides to me—and had seen every single inch of my body, I felt oddly embarrassed.
Noa shook her head to herself, still smiling as she said, "And then when I didn't touch you—you proceeded to run around the house, soaking wet and naked."
An embarrassed groan fell from my lips, hiding my warm face in my hands as Noa laughed to herself.
"That's so embarrassing," I breathed out, completely surprised that I did such a thing.
Then again, drunk me definitely has a mind of her own.
Noa gently guided my hands away from my face, "I don't know... you running around the house naked dripping soapy bubbles was a better view than the Eiffel Tower itself," she teased, easily making my face burn a brighter red.
"Noa," I whined out, feeling entirely embarrassed as I tried to cover my face again, but Noa only held my hands away from my face.
And while I was trying to push my embarrassment away, I couldn't help but grasp the fact that she said house—which easily cleared up why I didn't recognize where I was upon waking up.
"This is your house?" I suddenly questioned, looking around curiously.
I didn't even realize she had a house in Paris.
"Our house," Noa corrected, easily making a warmth light up in my chest.
I forget that we're an Us or a We—everything is ours.
Not hers or mine.
But Ours.
Noa suddenly smirked to herself as she said, "And you really think I was sleeping in the same hotel room that you—"
"Okay!" I cut her short with fake enthusiasm, knowing exactly where she was going with that, which easily earned a string of laughs from her. "I think you like making me feel embarrassed," I declared, taking in her clear amusement.
Noa only shrugged, still smirking to herself, "What can I say? It's the sadist in me," she said, clearly not shutting the accusation down.
I shook my head at her with a faint smile dangling on my lips, "Wow so I'm marrying a sex machine and a sadist? I'm definitely in for it," I joked.
A gasp fell from my lips when Noa suddenly flipped our positions, hovering over me as she said, "Oh you're much more than just in for it."
I smirked up at her, taking in her beautiful face, "Don't tempt me Noa boa," I teased her back, latching my arms around her neck as I placed a quick kiss on her lips.
Noa rolled her eyes, pressing a short kiss back onto my lips, "You've got to drop that nickname from your vocabulary," she said.
I only pulled her in for another short kiss, "Oh really? Because I was planning to use it on the wedding invitations," I joked with her, snickering slightly to myself.
Noa hummed sarcastically, "Wow that's crazy that we're both already planning stuff—I was planning to edge you on our wedding night," she countered, easily making my lips part dramatically.
But Noa only kissed them.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Giggles fell from my lips as she continued pressing soft fleeting kisses to my lips, "Noa," I breathed out between the short kisses.
But she only smiled to herself as she continued placing the short kisses on my lips.
I easily reciprocated them back, going along with her games as I puckered my lips out with each small kiss.
But the small playful kisses easily grew deeper—and slower... much slower.
Until soon, Noa's tongue was sliding past my swollen lips.
A hum vibrated in my throat, sliding my hands down from Noa's neck before I inevitably tugged her closer to me by her torso.
The playful mood was definitely long gone, especially when my legs widened on their own accord to allow Noa's wandering fingers a place to go.
A breathless whimper fell from my lips when her hand slid under the large t-shirt of hers that I was wearing and began circling my clit.
I unconsciously arched up into her, allowing her tongue to slide deeper into my mouth as one of her fingers slid into my wetness.
The familiar feeling alone forced a moan to fall from my mouth that was easily muffled by Noa's soft lips moving against my own.
With each slow stroke and each deep kiss, my legs began trembling—growing closer to the slow orgasm that Noa's fingers were guiding me toward.
"Noa," I breathed out as her soft lips began sucking against my neck and her fingers began curling into my deepest spot.
My whole body felt like it was on fire, arching into her fully as the peaks of my breasts hardened.
Noa only sucked down on my hardened nipples, sending all my nerves into a frenzy and goosebumps down my warm body.
I swear her touch was like a drug that I'd never be able to get enough of.
"Beautiful beautiful girl," Noa said, admiring me as she pressed a deep kiss to the center of my chest.
A breathless moan fell from my lips, furrowing my brows as my orgasm inched even closer.
I unconsciously gripped Noa closer to me, dragging my short nails up her back as she curled even deeper inside of me.
"I love you, Lunden," Noa said, and her voice was no longer breathless or lowered.
No, her voice was full of certainty as she stared down at me carefully—watching me as I fell into the orgasm she sent me into.
"I love you too—" a long deep moan fell from my lips, echoing through the walls of her—no our—house as a beautiful warmness spread to every inch of my trembling body, "—Noa," I breathed out one last time before my body fell completely limp under her.
Noa hummed contently, pressing a warm kiss to my lips before nuzzling down into my neck.
"I love making love to you," she murmured against my skin as my arms wrapped around her torso, falling into the comforting hug completely.
I couldn't help but smile to myself, closing my heavy eyes as I said, "You're next."
A chuckle vibrated in Noa's throat, "After how you're legs were just shaking? I don't think so," she countered.
My lips dramatically parted, "Are you challenging me Noa boa?" I questioned, forcing myself to sound offended.
I could feel her lips tug up into a smile against my neck, "Oh I am—especially after you just used that nickname."
I couldn't help but laugh slightly, "Well, I'm about to prove you wrong," I said.
Noa raised a brow as I lifted up onto my shaky arms, "Oh yeah?" she continued to challenge me.
And I was really about to fight the shakiness away, well, until my legs ached with each slight movement.
"Maybe after a nap," I suggested, laying back down, which earned a string of laughs from Noa, "But I'm still going to prove you wrong," I added, hoping to make her triumphant laughter stop, but it seemingly only made it grow.
And even if my challenged ego wanted to hate it, I simply couldn't.
I loved her laugh—among many other things about her.