Page 40 of Love Legacy

Sage

N ervously, I made my way over to Naomi’s apartment.

For the last couple of days of Naomi’s trip to Georgia, she wouldn’t answer my calls or respond to my texts.

Last I had spoke to her, she was getting ready to head over to her parents’ house to come out to them.

But now? Radio silence. That was until last night.

Naomi finally picked up my call, just to tell me that she came back early, unbeknownst to me and that she wanted talk to me in person today rather than talk over the phone.

Now, I’d like to think that Naomi and I have a strong relationship.

But the avoidance, the fact that she didn’t tell me she returned to New York?

My rejection sensitivity has me fearing the worst. That what happened with her parents was so bad she decided to end things between us and wanted to do it face-to-face, rather than over the phone.

I’m probably worrying for nothing, but that fear is still nagging in the back of my thoughts.

I use my spare key to let myself into Naomi’s apartment.

When we started sleeping over at each other’s apartment regularly, we had spare keys made so that we could always get in.

Thankfully we’re all in Kappa (except Cora), so we both know each other’s roommates, and no one had any issues.

I knock gently on the door frame, letting Naomi know I’m here as I make my way into the living room.

“Hi, Sage,” Naomi says, looking up from the book she was holding to give me a soft smile.

“Hi, Church Girl, you’re back early,” I say, taking a seat next to her on the couch and scooting in so that she’s tucked into my chest. She reaches up, pressing her lips to the underside of my jaw.

“Yeah. After I talked with my parents, there was no point in staying in Georgia,” she says with a small sigh, turning her attention back to her book.

I gently lift her chin with my finger, turning her head so she has to look at me. “Is everything alright, baby?”

Naomi gives me a sad smile, shrugging. “I came out to them! And then my father gave me an ultimatum: leave my life in New York, leave you, or he would disown me. I’m back in New York, and I don’t have bags packed and ready by the door, so I’m guessing you can figure out what I picked.”

I’m at a loss for words as I process what Naomi told me. I knew her folks were religious zealots, but I don’t think I would ever imagine they would let that get in the way of a relationship with their daughter—their only child.

“Baby, you didn’t have to cut ties with your family for me.”

“I didn’t,” Naomi says matter-of-factly, “I did it for myself. Don’t get me wrong, I am absolutely falling in love with you, but I did this for me.

This image they wanted me to portray, the perfect future preacher’s wife?

It’s just not who I am. And expecting me to forgo my education, to have a menial little office job to keep me busy until I start having kids?

I would’ve been miserable if I stepped into the role he wanted me to fulfill.

I knew it was now or never if I wanted to say goodbye to that life for good, so I did. Unfortunately, that meant saying goodbye to my parents with it. But I have no regrets, that’s their fault, not mine.”

I watch Naomi as she returns to reading her book, seemingly unfazed by it all.

I’m in awe of this woman. The way she’s taken everything in stride, the way she stood up for herself, chose herself?

Amazing. I know a lot of people who would have just accepted her parents’ ultimatum and returned to their previous lives.

Because it’s easier than dealing with the unknown—being alone.

But thankfully for her, she’s not alone. And I bet she realizes that.

“You’re amazing,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. That elicits a smile from her as she keeps her focus on her book but snuggles further into me. As I process what Naomi just told me, it dawns on me.

“Wait, you said you were falling in love with me?” I ask, trying to hold back a smile. I’ve always said it was love at first sight for me, but to hear Naomi loves me back? I’m ecstatic.

She laughs, shaking her head at how long it took me to process. “Yes, Sage, I love you.”

I excitedly grab the book from her hands, tucking her bookmark in to save her spot, trying not to mess up any pages as I toss the book on the coffee table.

“Hey! I was reading that,” she exclaims, reaching for the book. I sit up, swatting her arm away as I switch my position so I’m leaning over her.

“You’ll have time later to read, but right now?

I want to enjoy my girlfriend, who I haven’t seen in about a month.

I want to make love to her,” I murmur, burying my face in the crook of Naomi’s neck, my nose running along the column of her throat.

Underneath me, I can feel her chest heaving, pressed to mine as her heart rate spikes.

“God, I missed you,” she says, her arms snaking around my neck. “Your hoodie and phone sex just wasn’t enough.”

I smirk, nipping along her jawline. “You’re insatiable, Georgia,” I murmur, my hand running under her sweatshirt, cupping her bare breast. “Mmm, no bra?”

She playfully smiles before nipping at my ear. “Wait until you see what’s under my sweatpants.”

I press my lips to Naomi’s, toying with her nipple under her hoodie. She moans into my mouth, arching her body into mine. “I love that sound,” I say, kissing my way down Naomi’s body. She sits up, pulling her hoodie over her head before tossing it to the side.

I lean in, dipping my head to bring my mouth to Naomi’s chest, but she pushes me back, forcing me to lie down on the couch. “I’m in charge today,” she says, straddling me. I raise an eyebrow, equally surprised and turned on by this dominant side of Naomi. I didn’t know she even had it in her.

“Oh? I think I might like this side of you, Church Girl. Have your way with me then,” I say, smirking as I prop myself on my elbows, leaning back so I can watch Naomi. She presses her finger to my lips, effectively shushing me.

“You talk too much, baby. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think straight,” she murmurs into my ear, her thumb stroking my bottom lip.

I don’t know what research Naomi’s been doing, but whatever she did, it’s working well right now.

She hasn’t even touched me yet, and I can feel my body humming with its arousal.

She pulls away ever so slightly, and before I can protest, I can feel her soft, pillowy lips brushing along the column of my neck.

My breath catches as she traces the muscles in my neck, her mouth ghosting over me, the sensation just enough to drive me crazy.

A small whine escapes me as Naomi continues to tease me, not touching me in the way I want.

I try to arch into her, to force that contact, but she has a firm grip on my waist, holding me in place.

“You’re so desperate, Sage. Tell me what you need,” she says softly, finally planting soft kisses along my jawline, her free hand skating up my side, tracing the underside of my breasts.

“I need you to touch me, Naomi,” I hear myself say. I almost didn’t recognize my voice, so raspy, my throat thick with the desire building inside me. She was doing a pretty damn good job of getting me all wound up.

I feel her smile against my cheek, and she scoots back, settling between my legs, spreading them ever so slightly. This is it. I feel her run her hands up my legs from ankle to hips, staying on the outside of my legs, avoiding the place I truly need her.

“You mean like this?” she asks teasingly. I shake my head in frustration. I was extremely turned on and getting nothing from her. “So then tell me what you need, baby. Use your words and tell me what you want from me.”

“Fuck Naomi. I need your mouth, your hands, your fingers—touch me. Please. Touch my tits, my nipples, my clit, my pussy, just please touch me,” I ramble on, desperate for some kind of relief from her.

Her hand starts drifting up my thighs, moving closer to that spot between them. Ever so slightly, she presses against me through my sweats. “Is this what you want from me?” She asks, softly rubbing my clit over my clothes.

“More!” I manage to moan out, my thighs falling apart, spreading to give her better access.

“Sit up,” she says, pulling away and sitting back.

I quickly sit up, following her directions.

She grabs the hem of my sweatshirt, yanking it over my head before tossing it onto the floor.

I feel her eyes rake down my chest, likely taking in my rock-hard nipples poking through my tank top.

She gestures to my tank top. “That comes off too.”

I grab the hem of my tank, pull it up and over my head, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

She presses her hand into the center of my chest, pushing me back down onto the couch.

Naomi lowers herself down to my chest, her mouth enclosing around the stiff peak of my nipple, her tongue lapping at the barbell going through it.

She uses her other hand to play with the other nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers.

Finally. My back arches, pushing my breast further into her mouth as she sucks on my nipple hungrily.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good, Naomi.” She hums her approval, dragging her tongue in a line across my chest from one nipple to the other.

She takes that one into her mouth too, teeth scraping against the nub.

Instead of taking the other breast in her hand, she drags that hand down my chest, running over my stomach, until her fingers dip below the waistband of my pants.

Her fingers brush over the thin fabric of my thong, feeling the dampness that has accumulated between my legs.

“God, you’re soaked, Sage, did I do this to you?” she coos, rubbing my sensitive clit through the thin, wet fabric.