Chapter Twelve #2
I want to run my lips across the tips of her breasts; suck and bite on them until she writhes for me like she does in my dreams. I pinch them instead, rolling her nipples between my fingers, gently tugging, twisting, tweaking until she pants, her body moving like a wave against me.
I can't take any more.
I release her nipples after one final pinch, moving my hands back the way they came—down the soft swell of her belly and lower, until my fingers brush across the waistband of her panties.
She holds her breath against me as I move lower, brushing my palm across her pussy, cupping that little slice of heaven in my hand. Even through the fabric, I can feel the wet heat of her. She's soaked for me.
I press the heel of my hand into her, pulling a decadent moan from her lips, followed by another as I move in a circular motion, rubbing her in just the right way.
"Fuck, I need to feel you on my fingers again," I mutter, sliding my hand into her panties. I pull them down as my fingers quest lower over her bare lips and then lower still. "Oh. Fuck."
She really is soaked for me.
"Noah," she moans. "Noah."
"Spread your legs, baby," I say.
She follows my command without question, parting her legs so I can feel more of her. I press my lips against her neck again, licking and sucking as my fingers slide through her juices, rubbing against her clit and then lower.
She moans again for me, her arms locked around my neck to hold her upright as I push one finger inside her, and then another.
I twist my fingers, flicking my thumb against her swollen clit as my fingers work inside her.
She's so damn tight, like a vise burning around my fingers, sucking them in deeper.
I rake my teeth over her shoulders, and sweep my tongue across her spine.
Her arms slide away from me, allowing me to kneel.
I brush my lips over the curve of her waist, and dip my tongue into the indentations above her luscious ass.
And lower still, until I sink my teeth into the twin swells of her round ass.
I keep my fingers working inside her as I urge her closer to the wall, following her on my knees until her breasts brush against the cool paint, pulling a little cry of shock from her lips.
I nudge her legs further apart, slip my body between them until I can—
"Oh, fuck yeah," I whisper as I catch my first glimpse of her pussy. Of my hand working those pretty pink folds. I have to have a taste. Have to, as in can not fucking resist lining my mouth up with that sweet little pussy and covering it entirely.
Her body bucks above me as I drag one of her long legs over my shoulder and bury my face in her, devouring her like a man starving. And I am starving for the honey flowing from her and into my mouth, across my chin, and dripping onto my chest. Starving to death for it.
She cries out when I suck her clit into my mouth, moving my head back and forth, working her over just like I've dreamed about doing. But the real thing, well, is light-years beyond the fantasies I've had for the last month.
Her taste is all salt and sweet, and thick and heat. The way her body writhes and bucks, and the sounds of the sobs of pleasure tearing from her throat… Yeah, my fantasies didn't get those quite right.
"Does it feel good, baby?" I back off to ask, my voice thick with desire. Want, need, and the feel of her on my tongue all conspire to drive me over the edge. My cock screams at me to replace my tongue and ride her hard.
Goddamn, she is so fucking tight.
I pause, lips against her thigh, as realization slides through me.
"Elsie, baby. Am I your first?" My voice is as gentle as I can make it.
She's silent. My heart hammers as I lift my palm off her ass and caress up her spine, soothing the tension there. This isn't an inquisition, and I don't want her to feel that way. This is a matter of ensuring she has what she needs.
"It's okay, baby. I just need to know so I don't hurt you tonight."
She turns her head slowly, just enough that I can see the side of her face, her cheek pressed to the wall, lips parted, a single curl glued to her forehead with sweat.
She's embarrassed, and I hate that I caused it.
I hate everyone who ever made her feel like it was something to be ashamed of or something to hide.
Fuck that. It's her body, her choice. Anyone who doesn't like what she chooses to do with it can get fucked.
She swallows, then, "Yes," she whispers, the word trembling. "I've used toys, but I've never…"
I kiss her once, softly, right over her clit. "Thank you for trusting me," I murmur.
She shudders, and I feel the tremor all the way to my core.
I nudge my nose into the softness of her thigh, and then I'm drowning in her again, licking, sucking, eating her like I'll never get another chance. I want her to come for me—want her to come apart on my fingers, in my mouth, whatever she needs.
She's so fucking responsive. Every swipe of my tongue has her gasping, every flick against her clit makes her shake. I keep my fingers moving inside her, fucking her slow and deep, twisting just a little to hook her G-spot. She cries out, the sound ricocheting off the walls.
"Come for me, baby. Come on my tongue," I plead with her, knowing I have to get her there soon.
Before the raging, frantic need and the wild rush of blood through my veins rips me apart entirely.
I bury my face in her pussy again, thrusting my tongue inside of her, licking up every drop I can as she claws at the wall above me.
She cries out for me and comes hard. The hot flow of honey washes across my face and drips down my chin, halfway down my chest. I snarl a string of curses as she comes for me, so hard she's a wild thing above me.
"Fuck me," she begs as her inner walls contract and flutter. "Please, Noah."
I snatch her up and practically run for the chaise. No way in hell is our first time going to be with her pressed against the wall. Maybe our fifth, or sixth.
I settle down on the ugly chaise, swinging her onto my lap.
She immediately pushes me back, leaning down over me. "I want to taste you," she whispers, her eyes wide and dilated. "I've been dreaming about it, Noah."
"Oh, sweet, merciful Jesus," I groan when her lips close over the head of my cock, sucking me into her mouth.
She wraps one hand around the base, cupping my balls with the other.
I grab handfuls of her hair as gently as I can, pulling it back out of the way so I can see her lips wrapped around my dick. The way her head bobs as she takes me deep into her mouth and holds me there for a moment is heaven.
She eases off, swirls her tongue around my head, and then takes me into her mouth again, until I feel her choking around me.
A litany of curses pours from my lips as I lift my hips and then snap them back again so her throat closes around the head of my cock again. It feels so fucking good.
She massages my balls, cupping and releasing them. Her soft hand is perfect. So is her mouth.
It's only a few seconds before I can't take it anymore. I need to be buried inside of her now, or this night will be over before it even starts.
"No more," I gasp.
She takes mercy on me, sliding my cock from her mouth. She looks up at me with wild, triumphant eyes.
I groan aloud at the way she swipes her tongue across her lips.
How can one woman make me feel this out of control?
"Please," she whispers.
She doesn't have to ask me twice.
I lift her until she's straddling over me, my cock notched at her opening. "We need to—"
I lose whatever I meant to say as she slowly sinks down, the head of my cock slipping inside.
We cry out together, her heat searing me.
Her eyes fall closed, a choked sob on her lips.
I hold still, trying not to drown in the tight heat of her pussy and the way she arches above me. I curl my fingers around her hips, holding her still so she doesn't hurt herself.
Inch by inch, I slide her down, until her ass is flush against my thighs and she's so full of me that she's whimpering my name, her whole body shaking.
"Open your eyes, baby," I groan. I want her to see me as we make love. I want her to know this night is real. Not some dream or fantasy she satisfied herself with while I took my sweet time working up the nerve to confess how I feel about her, but the real deal. This is me and her.
Her eyes flutter open, focusing on me.
I lift her up then, gritting my teeth as my cock slides damn near all the way from her luscious body. I lower her again, letting us both feel every thick inch of me driving deep inside of her.
"Noah," she sobs. "I'm so full."
I grip her tighter when her ass settles fully onto my hips, and then lift her up again. Christ, she looks wanton above me, her breasts begging for attention.
When she shifts toward me, I lean up to pull a nipple into my mouth. She cries out, tossing her head back. I lave one nipple and then the other with my teeth and tongue, feeling out every little ridge and pebble, memorizing them with my lips.
Elsie rocks above me, my cock sliding in and out of her perfect body. The slide and slap of skin on skin fills my ears as the scent of her arousal fills the room. The scent and sound of sex, of me and her, spears through me, twisting my guts and tightening my balls.
I release her nipple, leaning back against the chaise.
She writhes above me, rocking her hips as I lift mine to meet her. I can't breathe through the sensations tearing through me. I have to make her come again, sooner rather than later, because I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
"Elsie, fuck," I grunt when she rocks her hips again, pushing me deeper, harder into her.
Her mouth falls open, that sweet note of pain and pleasure twisting her lips. "Noah, I—"
"Look at you, gorgeous girl," I groan, unable to keep my eyes off the sight of her flushed, gorgeous body impaled on my dick. "You look so beautiful riding my cock."
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, and guide her up and down, up and down, until the room pulses with the sound of her riding my cock.
Sweet fucking Christ, this is what I was made for.
She's wild above me, her nails scraping down my shoulders as she chokes out my name, sobbing it.
"This is us, baby." I groan when she rocks above me faster, her inner walls beginning to flutter. "You're not coming for a fantasy tonight. You're coming for me, Dimples."
The intense look of joy on her face, the pure bliss radiating from her, damn near unmans me.
"Give it to me, baby. Come on my cock," I growl, sliding my hands up her ribs and dragging my thumbs across her nipples, pinching until she shudders. She's so goddamn beautiful, undone and burning and completely mine.
"Noah!" she cries out, rocking against me even faster. Her walls flutter faster, faster. She drops down, and I hold her there, grinding my hips into her, hitting that magical spot.
She comes apart above me, sobbing my name, her nails digging into my shoulders so hard I'll feel the marks for days. I want to feel them for days. I want to look in the mirror and see her marks and remember how she took everything I gave her and more.
Her pussy clamps around me, clenching and squeezing, and I nearly black out from the force of it. It feels so fucking good.
I shout wordlessly, slamming her down on my cock and grinding into her.
My own orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami, raging through me so intensely, I can't move through the pleasurable pain. I can't breathe through it, either. All I can do is moan her name as I spill into her, filling her with everything I am.
When she finally collapses against my chest, we're both exhausted, but I can't stop grinning.
"Elsie," I whisper her name, brushing little kisses across her face. My heart hammers in my chest, pounding for her. "I love you."
She hums, her breath a soft sigh across my cheek. Within seconds, she's asleep, curled against my chest.
I lie there for long moments, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against me.
I could get used to this. I hope she can, too.
If she leaves me now, she'll break me. If admitting that makes me a pussy, I'll accept that title.
Hell, I'll wear it with pride, just like my father has, and my grandfather, and likely my great-grandfather before him.
The men in my family aren't afraid to love a good woman.
I'm a little afraid of Elsie, though. The woman is a goddess.
And the depth of what I feel for her…well, I've never been in love before, don't have a clue if this is always what it's supposed to feel like.
Gut-wrenching, all-consuming, exhilarating.
I've been falling for weeks already, and I just keep going deeper.
Go hard or go home, though, right?
I have no intentions of going home anytime soon.
"No," Elsie mumbles when I shift beneath her. She clutches at me, her arms tensing and then relaxing again.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby," I promise, wrapping my arms around her to drag my ass from the chaise before we end up sleeping there. Her couch was uncomfortable enough the night we slept there.
I tuck her face into my neck, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.
Her arms tense and relax again when I lay her down on her big bed. She doesn't have to worry, though. I follow her down, dragging the sheet up over us before tucking her into my side.
She sighs my name in her sleep.
I pass out with her in my arms and a grin on my face.