16. Noah
16
NOAH
H ad she ever invited me up to her apartment before? I couldn’t remember being here. It was big and airy with minimal decor. I could appreciate that. I didn’t like a lot of clutter.
That was hardly at the forefront of my mind on first entering, standing in the foyer once Sienna closed and locked the door behind us. Come to think of it, she hadn’t invited me up this time, either. There hadn’t been any need to. Some things didn’t need to be said, and we had always done so well together without using words.
Now, I could use words. There was no need to pretend we were anyone but who we were. It was a rush, a new level of excitement that compelled me to back her up against the door. She dropped her bag on the floor, her breaths quickening once I pinned her with my body, caging her in with an arm to either side.
“Why did you want me to come up here with you?” I whispered.
“I…” She licked her lips, and I drew a shaky breath while fighting the impulse to claim her then and there .
Not yet.
Not before we had an understanding. There wouldn’t be any confusion this time around.
“Don’t get all shy on me now. We both know you’re not this trembling, timid thing.” Lowering my head, my lips brushed her cheek. The back of her head touched the door as she sighed sweetly. “Tell me. What do you want? I want to hear it.”
It wasn’t that she had a problem admitting what she wanted. It was the fact that she wanted it from me. She couldn’t forgive herself for that or justify it after spending a decade hating me.
That was then. Too much had changed. We already knew how good we were together.
“Honestly?” Her voice was weak, breathy. “I was hoping we could talk.”
The funny part was I believed her. Still, I took her choice of words into account. “Is that what you’re hoping? Now? To talk?” My lips grazed her ear before I ran them down the side of her neck.
Her strained whimper made my dick jump.
“Eventually?” At least she was honest before turning her face toward mine, seeking my kiss. I gave it to her, groaning the way she did when it deepened instantly, our teeth clashing as she crushed her mouth against mine. Her hands ran up my chest, twisting my T-shirt like she wanted to tear it from me.
Fuck, this was different, but in the best way. This time, I knew who she was, and she knew me. I couldn’t have predicted how much that would add to the experience.
She groaned in frustration when I broke the kiss. Her nipples were hard enough that I felt them through her top and mine as I rubbed against them, her strained whimpers making my dick throb.
“Here’s how this is going to go.” Staring deep into her bottomless blue eyes, I grunted out, “You’re going to take me to your bedroom. You’re going to take off your clothes. You’re going to lie back on the bed so I can finally eat that pussy of yours.”
She shuddered, melting against me, but said nothing. It didn’t matter. I saw the color that flooded her cheeks, the desire swirling in those baby blues.
“And after you come on my tongue, you’re going to come on my cock. Are you on the pill?’ I asked before we went further.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Now, if you understand these instructions, say yes, Sir.” Reaching between us, I cupped her hot mound through her linen slacks. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned out when I applied pressure.
“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that because you’re already dying to come?”
Yes, it was better this way. I got to hear the tremor in her voice, how it went high-pitched and helpless. “I’m sure!”
“Good girl.” She stumbled a little when I backed away, but once she adjusted to my absence, she did as instructed, leading me through the living room, the kitchen, and past what looked like a home office. There would be time to look at it later.
I was more interested in staring at her ass, remembering the way it looked after I’d used the crop on it. What a shame I didn’t have any of those toys with me, but we could arrange that because this would happen again. We hadn’t really started yet, but I already knew that much.
Her room was large, with exposed brick and big windows overlooking the East River. What interested me more than the view was the four-poster bed, king-sized by the look of it. I instantly envisioned her writhing, wrists tied to two of the posts. Oh, yes, we would have a lot of fun here.
Now, I was on a mission. I needed to eat her while she moaned my name. My heart thudded against my ribs as she began stripping down, untying the drawstring of her pants and allowing them to pool around her ankles before pulling a thin sweater over her head. Her full tits dropped hypnotically once she unhooked her white lace bra and tossed it aside. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, already craving her rosy nipples.
Finally, she hooked her thumbs under her thong and lowered it, straightening up quickly and standing in front of me with her arms at her sides. There was no trying to hide herself, no crossing her hands in front of her bald pussy. She was mine, ripe and ready for the taking.
“On the bed. Lie back for me. Spread your legs wide. ” With no darkness to hide behind, I welcomed the sight of her. I reached down to rub my aching bulge at the sight of her glistening pink folds once her parted thighs revealed them to me.
“So pretty,” I sighed, nearly salivating. “Touch yourself. Make sure you’re good and wet for me. I want to taste you.”
She was barely breathing, slowly sliding her hand down her stomach, and I realized I was holding my breath as her fingers inched closer to her center. When she first dragged a finger through her slit, I released the breath and opened my fly to free my stiff, aching cock.
“Tell me the truth.” Stepping up between her spread knees, I watched her fingers dance over her clit. “Did you do this to yourself after we were together? Were you in this bed, touching yourself, thinking of me? ”
“Fuck, yes,” she breathed out, and I couldn’t hide the satisfied smirk. She was only obeying me, holding nothing back.
Sinking to my knees, I lifted her hand and held it close to my nose, breathing her in. “Taste yourself,” I growled out, staring as she slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked while I stroked myself to the sight.
It was erotic enough to test my staying power. I could easily have blown my load simply while watching her.
Her back arched at the touch of my tongue to her glistening lips. “Fuck!” She gasped, reaching down, taking the back of my head in her hand. Rather than pull her away, I went with it, letting her almost force me to give her more. To drive my tongue through her folds, lavish long, slow licks against her swollen clit.
And as I did, she whispered, “Oh, God, just like that… feels so good… eat my pussy, Noah…”
Fuck, this was much better than silence. I used her responses to guide me, focusing on what made her squeal, writhe, tug my hair, and grind her hips against my face.
By the time her grinding turned to sharp jerks, my chin was coated in her juices and my cock dripping precum. “Yes! I’m coming! Oh God!”
She released my head to grip the duvet with both fists before going limp with a long, raspy sigh.
More.
I wanted more.
I wanted all of her.
Finally, I could indulge myself in the feel of her, could mold her tits in my palms as I kissed my way up her flat belly. “Fuck, you are perfect,” I groaned out, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, then the other, feasting on her while her hands ran over my ass and up my back. She pulled up my shirt, and I released her nipple long enough to let her yank it over my head before going back to work, flicking and sucking, doing anything I could to make her moan my name again. I needed to hear it.
“You are a very good girl.” I lapped at her skin, trailing kisses down her body before draping her legs over my shoulders and teasing the silky skin of her thighs. “You came on my tongue just like I told you to. Refresh my memory. What did I say would come next?”
Light flickered in her eyes. “You said I had to come on your cock.”
“Such a good listener. Can you do that for me, baby?”
A wicked smile tugged the corners of her mouth. “I always have before.” Her eagerness to please me had me stripping down to nothing in no time, as my gaze never left hers. She widened her legs, her glistening pussy on full display. A deep rumble left my throat before cupping the backs of her thighs and dragging her closer. “Oh, yes.” Her eyes closed, her head rolling from side to side as I dragged my head through her slit. “So good. Give it to me,” she demanded.
“How much do you want it?” I was torturing myself, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to hear it.
“I want it so much that I will kill you if you don’t give it to me now. ” Her eyes opened partway, finding mine. “Fuck me. I need it.”
Not what I had in mind, but it worked. Lining up with her hole, I pushed forward, driving myself into her tight sheath.
“Christ,” I hissed. The feel of her pussy without anything between us was almost too much to take.
She winced, sucking in a breath through her teeth. “So thick…” she whispered, whimpering as I stretched her. By th e time I sank deep, she was panting, her legs hooked around my hips and pressing against my ass.
“More?” I asked, unmoving, watching every twitch of her face as she absorbed the pleasure.
“Fuck yes… Noah… yes…”
I took her like I had before because there was no other choice. I couldn’t go slow, not with her beautiful face contorting as the tension built and her muscles tightened. She was already on the verge of another orgasm, and I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to take all day and night and would, if she’d let me.
Her nails sank into my shoulders, dragging them over my skin and bringing a sharp sensation to the forefront of my awareness. My strokes quickened, and soon the bed rocked from the force as I drove her into the mattress. Her pussy tightened, drawing me deeper, a low guttural groan pulling from my throat as I got lost in her.
How many women had I fucked, but something about Sienna made it feel like the first time.
“Yes, fuck me…” she grunted out, teeth gritted, breathing harder.
She was made for me.
Made for this.
She took everything I had and wanted more.
I grazed the shell of her ear with kisses. “Come for me,” I whispered, my release threatening to take over. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
“I… I think… I am… fuck!” My ears rang when she screamed, her whole body tightening around mine, legs locked and holding me in place. The rush came over me as soon as her greedy cunt began milking my shaft. I couldn’t hold back. I lowered my head, my face against her neck, and came with her .
We stayed that way long after her cries went quiet and turned into heavy breathing, punctuated by a few soft moans of contentment. This was normally the part where I was glad for the experience but ready to move on. I’d blown my load, she was satisfied, and all was well.
It wasn’t like that this time. My head swam with confusion when I lifted it, propping myself up on my forearms and looking down at her. She was glowing, wearing a lazy smile—a woman floating in the afterglow sated to her soul.
When her eyes fluttered open and found mine, there was no question in my mind. “That’s going to happen again,” I announced.
It couldn’t be any other way.
“As if you had any choice.” Her smile widened as she reached out to run a hand through my hair. “I hope you didn’t have any other plans today.”
Shit, if she kept talking like that, I’d need to cancel my plans… indefinitely.