by Jess Epps
His voice is low and raspy. It sounds so sexy. I love his voice. And I want to smell him again. "Okay, I'll meet you there after I get dressed." The line is quiet for a few seconds, “Noah?” I prod.
“Yeah, I’m here. I…uh…I can’t wait to see you. I’ll wait outside the ticket office.”
"Okay. Bye." I hang up and take a deep breath. Crap. What do I wear?
Noah
I WAS GOING TO ask for a general admission ticket to the London Eye, but instead I’ve just purchased something called “Cupid’s Capsule.” It’s a private capsule for two with a bottle of Pommery Brut Royal Champagne, and Hotel Chocolat Pink Champagne Truffles. The price includes a personal London Eye host, but I asked that no one else be in the capsule with us.
I’m nervous as hell now, as I wait for her on the steps of the ticket office. I’m glad that I changed before I went out to dinner because it’s gotten colder.
I find myself checking the crowd of people…looking over every brunette’s face to see if it’s her…constantly checking the watch that Mae got me, the one thing I’ve held onto from the woman. I don't see her at first but the wind howls and I get a trace of her perfume. Her perfume stands out to me like nothing I’ve ever scented before. I turn around to find her walking up the steps behind me.
She’s looking up at me through those long, dark lashes as she gets to the top step.
“Hey.” Damn, she looks gorgeous. She always does.
"Hi," she replies in a soft, sexy voice. I'm seconds away from taking her lips but I stop myself.
“You look beautiful, Heather.” I offer my hand out to her and she takes it. She laces her fingers through mine as we walk up to a separate set of gates, rather than the general admissions line. “I hope you don’t mind, but I bought us an hour of rotation. I thought it’d be a good and private place to talk.”
She looks up at me as the wind blows her hair. "That's fine. We do need to talk."
A strand catches in her deep red lipstick. A distant memory comes forth of when I first touched her at the movie theater. Her lips have never been so luscious. I move my hand up to her face and move the strand away before brushing her cheek with my thumb while we wait for the next capsule to become available.
“The capsule will not stop; you are to step on while it moves,” the woman says, as we start walking toward an empty capsule. Heather’s grip tightens on my hand and we step into the capsule. They shut the door and I lead her to the other side.
“We’re in here alone?”
I nod, suddenly worried I made a mistake. "Is that okay?" I ask, hoping to God she's okay with it since we're stuck in here for an hour.
“It’s perfect,” she says as she eyes the champagne and truffles.
“Those came with the package. Would you like a glass?”
"I probably shouldn't, but I feel like I need it right now," she says.
Well fuck. Is this going to be an hour of my heart being ripped from my chest? I let go of her hand reluctantly and move to pour her a glass.
I watch her as I fill each glass. She’s staring out at the darkening sky, but she’s lost in thought instead of taking in the view. Walking over, I hand her a glass. "Are you okay?" I'm cautious as fuck. I decide that treading lightly is the only way to go.
“Oh thanks. Yes, I’m fine. How long are you going to be in London?”
“I’ll be here for as long as I need to be in order to win you back. All I have are my studies, and I can do that anywhere that’s quiet.”
She looks up at me and is about to speak but closes her mouth and walks over to the bench in the middle of the capsule. I decide to give her space. Turning around to face her, I lean up against an iron beam. The sky is darkening quickly and a rumble of thunder echoes through the clouded London sky.
“Marlene from British Airways told me to say hi. Coincidentally, I had the same flight attendant as you.” I’m trying to break the ice, and start a conversation, instead of us just staring at each other.
There's a look of surprise on her face. "Oh!" she says, a brief smile appearing before she covers her face. "Oh my God, that flight was horrible. I was a mess."
I chuckle and smile. “Yeah, she told me you didn’t have a good flight. She then proceeded to inform me how late I was to chase you, and that I don’t have a chance.”
She looks up at me and frowns. "Well, that was rude. She doesn't..." But then she stops talking.
"What?" I step closer and crouch down in front of her. "She doesn't what?" I ask.
"She doesn't know what she's talking about.”
“I think she was halfway right about how late I am. I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner, but I couldn’t get a passport or ID until the day I left. I’ve lost you to him, haven’t I?” She’s not pushing me away from her as I rest my hand on her knee.
“Him? Noah, there’s no one else. There hasn’t been.”
I can’t find the right words to say in this moment. I know that this is my only chance of winning her back, and I’m going to succeed.
“How did you?”
“How did I what? How’d I get a passport?” I ask her for confirmation and she nods.
“Joel figured out who I am and where I was kidnapped from. My passport and ID are both under the name of Jorden Somer. The person I was supposed to be.”
Her expression is blank. "Your name is Jorden?"
“Yeah. That’s all I know though. I can’t bring myself to go further. I’m scared as hell about what I’m going to find.”
She places her hand on mine. And scrunches her nose, shaking her head slightly. "You don't look like a Jorden." And with that, she smiles. The one that I've missed. The one that drives me crazy.
I chuckle and sit next to her as we crest the top of the Eye. “Yeah, I don’t think so either. Joel is in the process of having my name changed to Noah Ryan.”
There’s a flash of lightning that lights up the now dark and brooding sky. Heather jumps and takes my hand. “I like you as Noah. I don’t see you as anyone else.”
I can't help what happens next. I'm attracted to her like no other. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap. She doesn't fight me on it. My natural instinct is to protect her, and keep her out of harm’s way.
“You do?” I ask gruffly. She licks her lips and rests her head on my shoulder as we head down the Eye. Another roar of thunder shakes the capsule and my arms automatically tighten around her.
"Yes," she replies softly and I can feel her breath against my neck. Right now would not be a good time to get an erection.
“Would you mind if I kissed you right now?” My hand is moving into the back of her hair as she glances up at me.
She shakes her head—thank fuck. I angle my head and lean in slowly, my eyes focused solely on her lips. She meets me halfway, and my lips are on hers, tasting her as I’ve wanted to for the past few weeks.
Damn, she tastes like no other. She inhales, and I slip my tongue in just past her lips as she circles her arms around my neck. I move my hand down through her long strands of hair to the small of her back. She moans softly as her body goes limp to my touch.
“Come back to me, baby,” I whisper, speaking against her lips.
She nods and I swear I almost lose it. My fingers clench and I accidentally pull too hard. I have to remind myself to keep calm. My tongue slips farther into her mouth and my chest feels like it's going to shatter.
She tightens her arms around my neck as our kiss becomes deeper—needy and heated. Fuck, my heart is pounding so hard, it’s about to rip my chest clean open.
She’s mine.
I stop kissing her to whisper, “My little ballerina.”
“Yours,” she mutters and buries her face in my shoulder, biting while she’s at it.
Oh Christ. I know what she wants. I want it too. I slip my hand under her shirt and caress her flat stomach with my thumb. Hell, I've missed her. Her body jolts under my touch just like she used to.
We’ve just crested the top of th
e Eye again when the sky lights up in an electric blue. Electricity crackles through the air and a loud, deafening roar of thunder follows immediately afterward.
“Damn!”
“Is it safe to be up here right now?” she asks as we both look out onto the city of London as another bolt of lightning strikes behind Big Ben.
“I don’t believe it is. I’m sure they’re starting to take people off.”
We watch as another lightning bolt hits, and something explodes underneath it, sparking pink, orange, green, and blues hues.
“Holy shit.”
The sparks die down and sections of the city start blacking out, one after another until the London Eye jerks and we’re left suspended in the dark.
“Noah…”
She gasps and her grip tightens on me. She hates heights. But I love that she's holding onto me. Doing anything I can to distract her, I lean down and nuzzle her throat, kissing gently then darting my tongue out to taste her. "It's okay, baby. I've got you." Licking up her neck, I feel her body relax.
“Please don’t let go of me.”
“I don’t plan on it, ballerina. As long as I’m breathing, I’m not letting go.” My lips move down to her collarbone as a few more lightning strikes light up the sky and a heavy pelting of rain hits the capsule, causing it to sway.
She's starting to breathe heavier and I'm getting hard from it. At this point, I don't think I can stop touching her even if she tried to pry my hands off of her body.
“Noah? This storm is really scaring me.”
“I’m sorry—I should have checked the weather forecast before we came up here. I was just so excited to see you.”
Moving her slender hands up my chest—the way she used to—she says, "It's okay. So was I."
I pull back and look at her. “Ballerina, if you don’t stop touching me soon, I’m going to make love to you right here.”
"Do you want me to stop?" Her voice is highly erotic, as her hands frantically work at unbuttoning my shirt.
“I’ve never wanted you to stop before. I won’t ever ask that of you.” I kiss her temple then swiftly remove my arms from my jacket and lay it on the bench behind her. “Lie down for me, baby.”
She moves off my lap and lies down on my jacket. I'm harder than I've ever been.
"Noah?" she questions, and I look down at her. She's crooking her finger for me to come to her.
I move to hover over her. Her fingers find my shirt again and undo the last two buttons before pulling it open. She gets it off of me and bundles it up, placing it underneath her head. I feel exposed as fuck, but I know no one can see us, not with the heavy sheet of rain hitting the capsule and we’re cloaked by the darkness of the citywide blackout.
She leans up and sucks on my lower lip, making me groan. "Don't warm me up, please. I can't take it. I just want you now," she begs.
“Hell, baby, I can’t do that to you. It’s been weeks since you’ve had me.”
I run my hands down her body and under her shirt to cup her breasts. She pulls my head down to kiss the life out of me and I’m sure her deep red lipstick will be all over my jaw when we’re done.
Her nails claw up my chest and fuck, it feels good. I'm seconds from losing my shit. "Baby, calm down."
Shaking her head in refusal, she nips at my jaw. “I want you too bad.”
I hurriedly undo her snug jeans and pull them down as another bolt of lightning strikes, too close this time. I grab her lace panties and pull hard so the lace disintegrates.
She spreads her legs and reaches down to touch herself. I'm mesmerized. She's writhing underneath me and I just stare—it's the hottest thing I've seen.
“It’s my turn to touch my girl. I’ll do this, if that’s what you need—I won’t warm you up.” I slide my fingers down to her pussy as my tongue dips into her mouth.
When I hear her moan, I slide another finger in. "That's right, baby. Let me hear you."
I push my fingers up into her sweetly wet and tender spot as she reaches for my pants, pushing them off of me. She’s soaking wet and ready for me—I don’t think I’ll need to warm her up too much. Helpless moans are leaving her throat as she finally grasps my cock with one of her fists.
“Noah, please! I need to feel you push into me…and fill me…so deep.”
Fuck, she’s so aroused and I’m about to take her in a place where anyone can see—the capsule above us, beside us, and whoever else is watching the cameras if the lights go on. I rock my fingers inside of her as her little cunt clenches around my fingers.
I pull out my fingers and grab her thighs, pulling her forcefully to me. Her tight, little ass slides against the bench. I kneel up and grab my hard cock.
"Spread them open, baby." I lean down with one arm and brace myself over her. Stroking my cock while I watch her.
She does what I ask as I push the head of my thick cock inside of her dripping wet pussy.
Holy hell, I'm not sure I can do this. I lean down and take her mouth. "How deep do you want me to go?" I ask her as I rock my hips painfully slow.
“I want to feel every inch of you.”
I don’t want to hurt her, but I want nothing more than to give her what she wants. I take her mouth as I slowly push another inch into her. She’s slowly, but surely accommodating my size. Edging my dick in farther, I groan with every inch. Heather’s lithe body is squirming underneath me as soon as I fill her completely.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m so much more than okay. Please…make love to me…fuck me! Anything!”
I pause and look down at her, our eyes searching each other’s. “Say that again?” I ask, as I start to pull my length out of her.
“Make love to me or fuck me. I just want you.”
I stop moving and run a thumb over her cheek before tracing her lips. “I’m in love with you, Heather Lane.”
She's looking up at me with her mouth open. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Did I just screw this up? She suddenly pulls me down and runs her fingers through my hair. Speaking softly against my lips, she whispers, "I love you, Noah."
I can breathe.
This beautiful woman loves me. I’m completely reassured and I know that she won’t run again.
We’re taking our time and I’m paying attention to every move her body makes. Those three words seem to have massively intensified this moment. I’m captivated by her, the total package. The mysterious and magnetic allure is stronger now than it’s ever been. It might be the electricity fluctuating in the air from the storm, or it’s us.
The smile on her face makes me feel incredible that I can make her so undeniably happy. She makes me feel accepted and appreciated, and loved like never before. She thinks I’m worthy of the love she has for me, and it feels unbelievable.
I feel like lightning struck my body because I’m hot. I feel like I’ve been dipped in lighter fluid and set on fire with her ember. Our lips find each other’s in a passionate embrace—our tongues can’t move fast enough as I push into her again. Her body bows to me with each time I fill her as much as she can take. My balls are slapping heavily against her gorgeous ass.
"Baby!" she shrieks.
Shit, I love it when she calls me that. I can't get deep enough. I'm going to lose control—I can't help it. Her body is begging me and I need it.
My thrusts become harder and deeper, but I keep my steady speed. Leaning down, I bite her neck, growling harshly.
She gasps and her back arches. "That's it, beautiful. Come for me. I love you. Damn, I love you." Thrusting deep as I grip her thigh, I push my tongue into her mouth and taste her again.
She stiffens as my veins run up and down the walls of her pussy. She tightens around me and I grit my teeth, trying to avoid my orgasm as it continues to build. I have all the time in the world for her and I need to convey that to her.
“Noah, I’m so close!”
“Then give it to me, baby. I want to feel it roll through you like never before.”
I’m touchi
ng, teasing, and pulling on her body in any way I can. I know what my touch does to her because her touch does it to me too. I know the ways her body reacts. I dart my tongue out against her neck before I sink my teeth into her hard.
Her entire body stills then explodes in radiant pleasure. Her words are barely coherent when she yells out, “Oh yes! NOAH!”
She sounds amazing when she comes. Groaning against her skin, her pussy quivers around my cock. I want her to say it again. I bite her again and thrust up harder. Her wetness drenches my cock. "Tell me, Heather."
Thunder shakes the capsule. “I…I love you.”
Her words rock my world more than the thunder does this capsule. She’s still squeezing my cock as I thrust in and out of her, stilling when my balls draw up and I spill into her. Jets of hot come spurt over and over again as I lose myself to my beautiful girl. Her hands pull me down. Our lips lock in a fierce grip as she squeezes me, ensuring to drain everything I have pent up.
Her body shakes fiercely and I hold her little frame to mine. Our breathing matches, both racing to catch our breath. I'm licking the perspiration from her neck—I love her taste. She's mine forever and I bet my fucking life I won't be letting go.
“That was unbelievable,” she pants.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I? You were so wet and ready for me though. Did you miss me, ballerina?”
“Not one bit; I only missed that overfull feeling I got from you.” She giggles as I kiss her neck and move a hand down her body as I slide out of her soaking wet pussy. I cup her cunt and push my finger inside of her then proceed to pull it out of her and circle her pink clit before I hold my finger up to her lips so she can taste us.
Dammit, she knows how to get me worked up in a hurry. Her tongue slips out and licks up my finger before sucking on it. She moans when she tastes us. I crush my mouth to hers fast and hard, squeezing her breasts. "I love you, baby." I've never told any woman that before and I can't help but continuously tell her. I need her to know.
“We taste so good together, handsome. And I love you too.”
“Should we get you off your back and dressed? I can’t have you catching a cold in this endless winter we seem to be living in.” I move off of her and she sits up, stretching her legs out.
