We are on the floor together. Surrounded by his work. The drying paintings. The next boat he is building, the wood pieces cut out and ready to go. Noah, above me, looking like he stepped out of the ocean, hot as fuck. A surprised look on his face when he peers down at me. Completely puzzled, but smiling.

He rolls off me and grabs his sweatpants, then slides his pants under my head. I'm sad about the missing weight.

That was fast.

Noah's big hand rests on my stomach and the touch feels almost possessive. As if any second I am going to run away for the door. Apart of me wants to run for it. That tiny little bit that says oh my god, you just fucked him on the floor of the workshop. My legs slip open in exhaustion. My core clenches at Noah's absence. Warm wetness slid out of my core in large cloudy drops. Noah watches each lusty drop hit the ground.

"Wow, hot," he groans as his hand moves down. I grab his wrist and hold it in place.

Shit! It clicks. We didn't use a condom. Shit. Shit. Shit. My shot is still good for another two months. I turned to him.

"Eh, Noah? I'm clean, I was tested at the start of the year."

He nods his head. Sandy blonde hair shades his blue eyes. I wait for him to tell me the same. The quietness expands in the room like an over-inflated balloon. He had to have been tested recently? Right? I start to freak out when he doesn't reply.

"Noah?" My anxiety builds deep in my stomach. Noah's big hand draws away from mine, and that overwhelming feeling of something bad is about to happen. That feeling when I heard the answer machine and seconds before it happened. I had this: something bad is about to happen, feeling deep in my stomach. I reach out for his hand, and he pulls away.

I gasped air in through my mouth then push it out through my nose. The attempt at not hyperventilating barely prevented it. But it's coming. I feel my heart flutter with little tingles of what is to come. My mind crashes. Oh, god, what if he tells me that he's got something? I just fucked up, we just fucked up. 

"Noah..." His fist clenches and bunches. His massive body moves away from me.

"Noah?"

"I'm a virgin."

The words were empty of feeling. Abandon in the air between us with the ocean of feelings left, unable to cross the vast water dividing us.

Silence.

Silence swallows us up. I pause as the ocean between us swells.

"I'm a virgin," he repeats the words again with just a whisper behind it. As if the concept of them is foreign. As if he's just as surprised about having to say them as I am about hearing them.

"........er........."

"Yep," he replies.

"You're a Virgin?" I squeak in answer.

"V i r g i n," he spells it out for me. I roll the concept around in my head. I try to shove the square thought into the round hole. A virgin twenty-nine-year-old virgin.

"A real virgin or cheerleader virgin?" I ask hopefully.

He laughs, and that uncomfortableness washes away from the room. "A real virgin. I've never kissed anyone passionately before. Nothing. Complete virgin." I look over at Noah hiding behind his long, sandy blonde hair.

"Oh, how does something like that happen?"

"I kept missing connections," he sighs. "I wasn't very good at talking in high school. I didn't fit in at all. I was too big. I didn't want to play football. I never fit in. When I graduated from high school, I went to work with my dad building boats and making furniture." He shrugs, rambling off. "I stayed mostly near the house. I closed my eyes, and I was nineteen and never had sex. I open my eyes again and I was twenty-nine and never had sex."

Words should have said sooner, but I took a second. The man standing on the boat alone. The man looking out to the sea and the deep loneliness hit me all at once. That does explain the quick sex. It wasn't a minute long, but it did stop while I was still in the almost zone. He was like he had no control and couldn't wait for me, even if he knew to wait for me. It was a hard, aggressive fast fuck. I've never been with a virgin before. I guess this is how guys feel? Is this how the first man I'd fucked felt?

"Ok..." I have no idea how to be supportive in this situation. I pat his meaty shoulder and attempt to be comforting instead of incredibly awkward.

"Was I any good?" Noah's earnest words shock me a little. His hair slips out and stops blocking his eyes. The big blue oceans peer out to see me again. Puppy dog eyes are just a little hopeful.

I try hard to hide my frown. Wish he didn't ask that. It wasn't bad sex. It was good, hard, fast sex. My two years starved ass pussy needed that hard fuck. I feel like I need to make it better for him. Give him a better idea of sex than what just happens. That slam-bam-thank-you rabbit sex. I turn to look at him, caught in doubt as I try not to upset him. He has that look on his face where he thought he was going to be Superman, but he was more Clark Kent in the sex department. Clark's still hot, but.... It's Clark.

"You did fine." I turn away from Noah and pray he leaves this whole am I Superman sex idea alone. He's perfectly fine. My core clenches at the memory of him. Unfinished, but certainly filled nicely.

"Did you...?"

And there it is. The question I'm dreading. I should probably lie to him...

"I think," I start, trying to put it delicately. "It could have been better if we slowed down a little. I was very close to getting there and then you were done." I wince. Ya, perhaps I am a little too honest and lying would have been a much better idea.

He takes my hand and in that open, earnest way that oozes off him he says, "show me how?" I move closer to him and my hand plays across his wide chest. Noah's all solid. Neptune is pure in thickness. I can't help but think about my choices here. This can be a one-time thing. A little happy accident. My hand follows the round muscles of his chest like a wave with little flicks of cerulean blue paint. I look deep inside myself. I want more than just this once. Take a deep breath and plunge into the sea.

"Ok, we can go slow this time?" I push my hand against his wide chest. He follows the motion and rolls to his back. I get on top of his strong hips and his sea-blue eyes look up at me worriedly.

I lean down and kiss his bearded cheek. First, he grins at me, then leans into my touch.

"Slow this time."

"Ok," he replies nervously.

I rock my hips, getting a better seat. His hardness brushes my butt. Already ready for more. I rub his chest. The large pecs tighten beneath my hand.

"Nice and slow, Noah." I slid back onto his hardness. The fullness of him is still a shock to my body. Tease myself with what is to come. Noah's thick cock following my opening so close to his head, like it's a lighthouse in a storm. I work my way back to his wet, cloudy head. Then I keep just out of reach of what both of us need. But I want more than a kiss on the cheek. I taste him with my lips. Lavishing attention on his mouth slowly.
His first kiss on the lips.

"Hey, Noah." I smile down at him, mirroring my first words to him. I lick my lips and he copies me. I memorize the taste of him. Right now might be the only taste of him I get. Little raindrops hit the ground and the wet wind blows in from the open window. A part of me hopes the world stops. That the sea stays frozen in this second of time. That I can have a little more. The salty taste of Noah slips from my lips. I want more.

As I place my hand against his rough cheek, I lean down and lick his lips as carefully as I can manage. My lips meet his gently.

I pull his big left hand to my hip. That's right, nice and slow this time, good I think. I slip my tongue into his mouth, and he follows my lead. His tongue swirls around mine. Sucking the taste from my mouth and refreshing it again. My hips shift and spread the wetness of both him and me together on his abs. His tongue wanders in my mouth and I shift on top of him, my hard clit tracing against his tight abs. I shiver with the feel of his skin against my hard clit. He was such a good kisser. Languid little licks to match mine.

Carefully, I rock on top of him. The rhythm of my hips slows. I try to not let the ghost of the past enter this quiet moment. This tiny bit of unexpected beauty. It's been so long.

My thoughts start to race away from Noah, beneath me. Traveled to the stupid, ugly ghosts. Black women have to be fearless, we have to be strong, and it's not an option to not be. You must be an impossible woman to survive an impossible world. But at this moment, in this breath, I wasn't wholly his. I was distracted by every ghost. Blocked from my O, jumping over my past.

Noah saved me. Fixing me in that moment to this place together. His big hands lift me up just a little over his hard cock. I glided down his length. His cock glistens, coated well in both of our lust. It was just him and I again in the middle of the storm. So stretched open with his desire and my needy thrusts on his thick shaft. In this second now. I wasn't just an impossible woman; I was the person I wanted to be.

Noah's hand moves up around my thick thigh and pushes me to ride harder. His thumb digs into my flesh and the blue and white paint streaks across the dark canvas of my skin. His rough hand insistent on my meaty hip and thigh to find what we both need. This man, this storm breaks deep and penetrates to my want, to my need.

Secrets whisper in the night rain. I felt in my bones what it was telling me, just one night. Just this once. Please... my eyes fill. I gobble Noah's up without sparing myself from the overfull bite of him.

Noah draws me down tight to his chest, pulling me close. I lift my head to him. He looks at me, dark blue eyes and with shocks of lighting through the cracks, peering into me.

He growls, and the combined smell of our lust surrounds us like a cocoon. Sweet, nutty cocoa butter, and then his salty sea that is so intrinsically Noah. The two scents dance together, filling my nose and mouth. I chase after my O with Noah. He gives me what I need. Together.

"Yes...." I whisper, coming, joining him in a refrain into the night.

I shake on top of him and collect the broken shards of lust. Filled. Sated. I push Noah's long hair out of the way, and he raises his lips to mine. He licks my lips as if to taste the last bit of honey out of the jar. I slide my tongue into his mouth, intertwining, lingering. And smile into his kiss.

We are in each other's space and sharing the same breath back and forth. The fast beats of his heart against mine slow with our kiss. My body matches his.

"Tari?"

"Yes?" I answer on top of him lazily. I barely resist the urge to purr the words.

"Again..." he growls, flips me over, then props up my thighs. He pushed back into me, hard again.

Oh, shit..................

A/n: Well, hopefully, you like this scene. Thank you for adding my book to your lists, sharing it. The fairies got theirs this week. They are greedy though. lol Ready for the next round so remembers to share, like, tell a friend. Star my shit so the Fairies get their orgasm.

Oh, and thank you so much for the comments! the comments I just dig. I am replying to all of them this week. I got 7 days until my next post. The triple post this week was a bit much but the storm lol. Needed a brownie and ice cream editing reward.