eight
Noah
Each time I press my mouth against Beryl’s lips or the soft skin of her neck I remember more of our times together. Not just the sex, but the times spent studying together. When I’d attend gymnastics meets and not understand the events or the scoring. Those moments watching movies and having popcorn fights. When we’d laughed, cried on each other’s shoulders, simply enjoyed being together.
These memories enable me to go slow tonight. To not ask for more.
Until she straddles my lap and pinches my ear lobes to lift my face to look at her. My hard dick responds with a heavy twitch between her spread thighs and she waggles her eyebrows. “Feels like you want more than just kissing right now, Toots.”
“Beri? This is new again. Shouldn’t we go slow?”
“What the hell for? Second time around new isn’t the same as a first love new. Besides, we’re really adults now. We—well at least I know what I want. And that’s you. In bed. Wearing nothing but your bare skin.”
“My bare skin against my sweet Beri’s bare skin sounds good.”
“Then let’s go bare it all, Toots.” After an unsatisfying kiss, she backs off my lap, and swinging her hips, strolls down a short hall and into her bedroom. I follow eagerly.
Once she closes the door she gives a low, sensual chuckle. “I can barely contain my anticipation.”
“Enough.” The deep, rough vibrations of my voice make her eyes go wide. I stalk the three steps to her, lift her into my arms and dance my lips down the column of her throat.
When she’s gasping and clutching at my shoulders, I rest one knee on the mattress to toss her onto the bed. Before I join her, I kick off my shoes and send my shirt flying across the room.
She laughs and strips off her top while I stare. She isn’t wearing a bra. Her tits are small, perfect, and tipped with firm rosy nipples. My mouth waters. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
“Actions speak louder than words, mister.” She wiggles trying to lower her leggings and I sit next to her, my hand on her belly.
“Let me.”
Stretching along her side, I return to kissing her, caressing her soft jawline with my fingers. Her neck and shoulders receive wet, open mouth kisses until she grabs my head and directs my attention to her nipples. Who am I to refuse my woman’s demands? I play and pinch, suckle and nip lightly until her whimpers send me lower on her body.
Slipping my fingers under the waist of her leggings, I ease them over her hips and past the swell of her soft ass. I slide her tiny panties with them and soon she’s spread before me like a feast before a starving man. And I am ravenous for her.
After blowing soft puffs of air over her navel, I discover a few stretch marks. She must have been so beautiful while pregnant. I pause to study the marks then drag my tongue along one.
She slaps her hand over the others. “Noah, I’m sorry I have these.”
I lift my head but she’s turned her face from me. “Open your eyes and look at me.” When she does, I continue. “These are marks of honor, of courage.” I drag a finger along one and she shivers. “They’re a part of you. A perfect part. Let me see. Let me honor what you went through to bring Devin into the world.”
A tentative nod is her answer and I kiss each perfect imperfection. Then, because we’ve gotten too serious, I blow a raspberry against her belly.
She jerks upright, dislodging my mouth from her skin. “Noah. What the hell?”
“Relax, honey. I won’t do that again if you don’t want.”
“Not now,” she concedes. “Maybe another time?”
Smiling my approval, I return to my downward exploration. Ah, she’s trimmed just like she’d been in college. I drag my tongue along the edge of her patch of hair. She plants her feet against the mattress and lifts her hips. “Noah. Please.”
Hearing her beg heightens my pleasure. I won’t be able to draw this out as long as I want. This time. I snatch one of her pillows, fold it in half and tuck it under her ass. Watching how the strain of desire dances over her face and how her rapid breathing lifts her perfect tits, I move between her legs.
She reaches down and fists my hair. “By all that’s holy, Toots. Don’t fool around.”
Parting her with my thumbs, I inhale deeply. The aroma of her arousal swirls through me and with a groan I take my first taste. I remember this sweetness. After a second long lick, neither of us wants slow. Her vocal encouragement is music to the dance of my tongue. I rediscover the strokes, the rhythms that drive her toward her orgasm.
I take her near the edge, then retreat, softly kissing her inner thighs.
“Damn it, Noah. I was almost there.”
I speak without lifting my lips from her skin. “I know.”
“Please, please.” She tosses her head and clutches the bedding at her sides.
“This time, baby, you’re going to come hard for me.”
“Yes. I need to. Please.”
With my mouth firmly over her clit, I suck hard then slash at her with my tongue. Her legs tighten around my head as she arches into the pressure. When her hands cup my skull, I firmly press my tongue against that bundle of nerves. She shatters with a high pitched keen, piercing my soul and binding me to her.
Her legs relax enough to allow me to lick lower, tasting her full arousal. Finally her legs fall apart and she releases my head. “Wow. I’d forgotten how good you are.”
“Nah, baby. You’re the one who’s good. Sweet and tasty.” I lick my lips and her eyes darken.
“Your turn, Toots. What would you like first?”
“I need to be inside you. To come inside you.”
“Oh, yes,” she whispers. “Hurry.”
I slide from the bed to strip. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong.”
“I’m so damn hard for you… my jeans…” A final uncomfortable shove frees my cock from the denim confines. I’d been hopeful and tucked a condom in my pocket. More than hopeful, because there are a few more in my messenger bag. I retrieve the single package and toss it onto Beryl’s stomach.
“Planning to get lucky tonight?” she asks before ripping open the foil.
I shrug. “I’m a guy.”
A damned new thought makes me pause. Beryl rolls her gaze to the ceiling. “Time for that talk, eh? Noah, I’ve only had sex with two men in my life. You. And Devin’s father. So it’s been awhile. A long, long while. I’m healthy, but I’m glad you have protection because I’m not on birth control. And you? Come here and let me get you dressed while you tell me about all your sordid affairs.”
I don’t know if she’s as unconcerned as she sounds, or…
“Come on, spill it. And you’d better be honest, Toots.”
It’s fucking difficult to talk while she’s taking her time rolling on the condom. I have to clear my throat a couple times. “I haven’t been as uh, partnerless as you.”
She arches one eyebrow. “I wouldn’t expect you to be.”
“I’ll just say I had a really good time my first four years in Europe. Learned a lot about sex.”
“Ooh, you’ll show me?”
I’m not that deep into the kink lifestyle I’d experienced, but there are things that heighten my enjoyment. And my partner’s if she’s into it. There are ways I can test Beryl’s enjoyment before going too far. She’s always been adventurous. I hope to fuck this won’t come between us. “Someday. For a long time now, I haven’t wanted or needed a woman. I haven’t had a partner in maybe three years.”
“You’ve got one now. And all this boring not-really-sex talk has made me extremely horny again. I hope you want this fast and furious, because there’s no going slow. This time.”
“You are a demanding thing, aren’t you, baby?”
“Sometimes you have to be to get what you wa?—”
I smother her words with a kiss. While our tongues dance I ease between her legs. Her ass is still propped on the pillow so I break off the kiss to rearrange her to a more comfortable position. She takes me in her hand and sets me in place.
Holding her gaze, I press into her heat. Our combined groans spur me to movement. Despite her fast and hard bravado, I know she prefers long, easy strokes and with the tilt from the pillow, I’m rubbing her g-spot with every pass. I could make love to her like this forever.
I kiss her eyelids, her cheeks, the pulse beating rapidly under the soft skin of her throat. Her gasps and whimpers tell me I haven’t forgotten exactly how she likes it. Her fingers flex against my back, my ass, digging deeper as she nears another orgasm.
Propped on my elbows, I sweep my fingertips through her hair, bunching the silky strands in my fist at the base of her skull. Pulling gently, I arch her neck and hold her there. Then watching her carefully, I cup my hand under her chin and extend my fingers along her jawline. Slowly, as she’s rising to her climax, I slip my hand down her neck until my fingertips rest softly against her collarbone. Only the slightest pressure. Her eyes open wide for a second then she lifts her chest enough to increase the pressure. I doubt she realizes what she’s done, but I know and reward her with a slight change in the angle of my thrusts and a tug on her hair.
“Beryl, come for me now, baby. Time to come all over my cock.”
Her fingernails dig into my ass. Her legs wrap around my thighs. I loosen my grip on her hair and she lifts her neck against my palm.
“Now.”
She explodes with a sharp cry. “Yes. Oh. Oh. God. No…ah. Oh, yes.”
Moments later she holds my gaze and pants, “I… will again. With you. Your…oh, god.”
Forcing her hips deep into the pillow, I give three sharp, short thrusts, and shout my release. With her deep moan she comes again, her inner muscles clenching around me, milking me, holding me in place while she chants my name in rising ecstasy.