Chapter 6 - Noelle
Hearing Nick say he loves me thrills me to my core, and the slow and sensual strokes as he spoons me make this the perfect moment.
His warm breath is on my ear, and I turn my head to glance at him over my shoulder. “Nick?”
“Yes?” He leans in and kisses me, and when our tongues swirl together I almost forget what I was doing.
Pulling away, I gaze deeply into his eyes. “Nick, I love you too.”
Groaning, he presses into me harder. I need to watch him as he comes. I try to roll onto my stomach so he’ll pull out and I can suggest a position change, but he stops me by circling my waist with his arm. He holds me steady while he changes the tempo and fucks me with quick thrusts.
“Oh, god,” I moan as he repeatedly hits that magical spot deep inside. My head spins, and when I gaze out the window, I almost laugh. The fireworks are bursting into heart shapes. Shit, that’s corny, but also warms my heart.
He doesn’t slow down and the spikes of pleasure are turning into waves as I get closer to my orgasm. Pressing back against him as hard as I can, I’m chasing the climax and I abandon all my plans to watch him. Nothing else matters except coming all over his cock.
When he pulls out and rolls onto his back, I mewl out nonsense in distress. Fuuuuck, I was so close. He’s panting, and when he doesn’t move, I take matters into my own hands. Turning towards him, I get up on my knees and straddle him.
He smiles as he grips my waist. “Did I say you could be on top?”
Taking a firm grasp on his cock, I guide him into my pussy. “No, Sir, but I don’t see you stopping me.”
We groan in unison as he slides into my slick warmth.
I press down and pause, letting him stay fully engulfed for a moment.
Giving my hips an experimental shimmy, a spike of delight zips through me, and I rock against him steadily.
He keeps his hands at my waist and I cup my breasts, pulling at the nipples while I ride him slowly.
Energy builds up in my core, and the tweaking of my nipples sends ripples of delight straight to my clit. My orgasm builds again, and since I’m in control, I’m not stopping. I increase my movement and fuck him harder. He moans and thrusts his hips up, trying to get deeper.
My thighs quiver and I’m on the brink of my orgasm.
Removing my hands from my breasts, I put one on his stomach to steady myself and move the other between my legs.
As my finger brushes against my clit, I bounce faster and really grind my pussy against the base of him with every downward stroke.
The room fills with a chorus of our moans mingled with wet slapping sounds.
“God, I love you,” he gasps and the intense pleasure from his words slips me over the edge.
Waves of rapture crash over me and I cry out loudly while my body arches and spasms. Bucking my hips, I ride him as my pussy shudders and I’m swept up to a higher plane of existence where the only thing that matters in the world is this moment; my seemingly never-ending enjoyment and his cock buried deep inside me as I fuck him.
He writhes beneath me, and when his cock pulsates against my cave walls, I know he’s about to come.
I bounce faster, moaning, “Fill me up… give it to me,” and I watch his eyes roll back in his head as he groans loudly and shudders, spurting load after load of his hot seed deep inside me while my pussy milks him.
I ride him slowly for a bit longer, enjoying the squishy feeling of his cum mixed with my juices before climbing off him. I assume we’re done and going to snuggle for a bit, but he grins at me. “Now sit on my face so I can clean you.”
What’s this? My pussy hums and I quickly reverse positions so I’m facing his cock and lower myself on his face.
When his tongue slides between my folds I moan and lean over to stroke his cock while he works on my pussy.
He’s half soft, but the air in this mystical place must revive him quickly because as I caress his length, he hardens again.
His tongue swirls against my clit and I gasp from a powerful surge of pleasure.
I want him to enjoy this as much as I am, so I lick the length of his cock, tasting myself on him.
We move in harmony, him squeezing my ass and sucking on my clit, while I take him as deep in my throat as I can.
Cleaning my juices off of him gives me a dirty thrill, and knowing he’s licking his cum out of me is just as filthy.
My third orgasm of the night builds as his tongue makes little circles around my bundle of nerves. God, this is so damn amazing. I want to tell him how much I love him, but his thick cock makes talking hard, and I don’t want to stop sucking on him.
His cock pulsates in my mouth, and I roll my tongue around his shaft while fucking him with my throat. I’ve reached the point of ecstasy where I’m willing to do anything and everything. I’m mindless and seeking release as waves of pleasure mount in my core again.
I can’t take much more of this, and my toes curl while my body tightens.
When he speeds up the movement of his tongue, I peak again.
Tingles of bliss shoot through my body and I moan around his shaft while wetness floods his face.
His cock jumps and spasms as spurts of cum hit the back of my throat.
I keep sucking on him and squeezing his cock with one hand until I’ve swallowed all his cum.
Removing him from my mouth, I’m spent and completely satisfied as I move off of him.
I turn around so I can flop on the bed beside him and cuddle.
My skin glistens with a sheen of perspiration, and we’re both a wet mess from our combined juices.
I’m in a daze and trying to catch my breath.
Aftershocks of pleasure ripple through my pussy and I smile up at the ceiling, too fuzzy-brained to do much else.
When he shifts to his side and pulls my hand up to kiss the pads of each finger, I want to melt from how adorable he is. How did I get so lucky?
His voice is soft. “We might not have much time. We need to talk.”
I grin. “Yeah, let’s not risk it. Where do you live?”
I don’t bother telling him about how long I searched for him. When we meet in real life, I can tell him all that happened between the holidays.
He strokes my hand. “I recently took a job and moved to the US.”
Ohhh, now this is interesting. I perk up and butterflies swirl in my stomach. I’d rather not move to another country, but I was willing to for him. Him moving here is even better.
When he tells me what city he moved to, my eyes go round as saucers. HOLY FUCK, he lives 20 minutes from me.
I’m all confused. “Did you know where I live?”
“No…” His voice is hesitant. “I tried to find you and couldn’t.”
A sense of rightness settles over me. This is absolutely perfect. I still don’t know what is going on or why we’re here, but I’m ready to accept that I might never have all the answers. I’ve found Nick, and that’s all that matters.
Leaning into him for a kiss, I taste myself on his lips before giving him the good news. “I live in the neighboring city.”
His eyes go wide, mirroring my shock just a moment ago. “Really?”
I giggle and nod. “Yep.”
“What’s your last name?” he demands with urgency.
Oh, fuck. His tone reminds me we’re probably almost out of time.
The grandfather clock downstairs chimes loudly once, and I try to rush my words as the second chime starts. “It’s De—.”
The world goes black.