Chapter 11. Unexpected

“What’s wrong?” Noah asked again.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.

“I-I thought I saw something. Never mind.”

Noah still had his finger inside me. He slowly curled his finger in my vagina. If he kept this up I would come. I grabbed his wrist and he stopped. I wasn’t one to deny myself an orgasm but what was going on here?

“Sorry. Ugh, fuck I got carried away.” He removed his finger leaving me a tad hollow.

“Yeah… a little bit. You have something to tell me, Noah. I understand if you can’t—”

“I have to baby, I told you I want you I’m just scared you won’t believe me.”

I laughed. “Try me.”

He smirked. “What if you don’t want me afterwards?”

I frowned. “Selma will just tell me if you don’t.”

“I know she will. I need you to come with me. Trust me this can’t be done out here.”

Noah stood and held his hand out. I hesitated.

“Trust me, Paris. I’ll tell you everything you ask.”

I place