34. Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Noah
I was lucky to not get a speeding ticket.
Neveah was in the kitchen when we came in. She looked at Stella and me, and grinned wide. "I think I'm going to Royal's tonight."
"Good idea, sis."
I hurried Stella into our bedroom and got her naked in less than thirty seconds, then pulled at my clothes. I hadn't had sex since Stella, and I had the bluest balls in the country.
To make matters worse, I'd been sleeping with her, holding her, smelling her, and my right hand was tired. And no matter how many times I masturbated, my dick wanted and needed to be inside my Sweet.
She wrapped her hand around my dick, and I shuddered. "Leading me with my pecker, darlin'?" I joked.
She laughed softly. "You think I can?"
"Baby, when it's you and me, I'm on my fucking knees—whether to eat pussy or beg you for forgiveness."
For a man who had enough of an ego to fill Center Parcs stadium, I was willing to be a supplicant with Stella.
She took two steps and fell into bed. She scooted up as I watched her. My heart began to pound when she spread her legs and touched her pussy.
Fuck!
All I've wanted for months now was to be inside her. We were naked, she was wet, and it was about fucking time.
"Baby." She used her siren's voice, and my balls tightened because she was so fucking sexy.
"Sweet," I grunted and crawled between the thighs. My erection touched her wet heat and I was ready to sink into her.
I teased her and myself by brushing my cock against her core. I lowered my head, touching my mouth to hers.
"Contraception?" I asked as I drive into her.
She gasped.
I kissed her, unable to help myself. I fucked her mouth as I fucked her body, two strokes, then three.
"Sweet. Contraception," I tried again.
"Condoms, top drawer."
She had condoms like a responsible, sexually healthy single woman should. She had sex with other men in this bed. That was normal. And yet, I wanted to kill someone.
"I got them last week." She gave me a cheeky smile as if she could read my mind.
"Is that your way of telling me you've been waitin' for me, Sweet?"
"Yes. I also have an I.U.D. I got it a few months ago when my doctor suggested it to help with excessive cramping during my periods."
"I haven't had sex since us and…I always use a condom." Being bare inside her was intoxicating. I loved the feel of her.
"So?"
"So," she kissed my chin, "move inside me, baby."
I kissed her hard. She was so warm, tight, and wet. I began to pump in and out of her. I wanted to go slow. I wanted to enjoy this, make her come, but it felt so fucking great that I couldn't stop even if there was a gun to my head.
I moved her legs up so her knees were touching her chest. She was open to me. Flushed. I snapped my hips, entered her forcefully. She whimpered.
I was losing control now. Her heat, her moans. It was all too much. I moved faster, my hips thrusting, keeping an unrelentingly hard pace. I shifted as I slammed into her again and again in a way that my dick rubbed against her g-spot and my pubic bone brushed against her clitoris.
I shifted to my knees and watched how my body filled hers, how my thick erection stretched her. It was erotic to see her brown thighs up high, the sight vulgar, so I could see her pussy and the puckered hole next to it.
Before Stella, sex had always been just a way to find release. It was entertaining and fun. With Stella, it was… beautiful .
I was turning into a chick. I watched my hips move and the way my dick glistened with her juices. I could smell her arousal and mine. It was intense and absolutely too much.
I moved faster, harder, grunting with each stroke. I wanted to come inside her, but I also wanted to spill on her stomach as well as her tits. I wanted to mark her. Make her smell like me. But as my movements became jerkier, I started to lose the plot. It only got worse when she came suddenly, clenching around me. My balls drew up, and I buried myself deep in her, slamming into her cervix as I came. My vision went black as I orgasmed, the blood roaring in my ears.
I looked down at Stella. Her eyes were closed. She was panting. Staying inside her, I kissed her. I was still moving inside her, slowly now, gently. I could feel the twitch of her aftershocks and mine. Her pussy was like wet silk, and it felt so damn good to be a part of her.
"Sweet," I whispered against her cheek.
Her thighs fell away, and she stretched her legs. "Yeah, baby?"
I grinned. "So, it was good for you?"
"Could've been better." She kissed my jaw and nuzzled against me.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You know me, I need to be called a slut and a whore a few times to make it really work for me."
I froze and then I saw the mischief in her eyes. She was not only forgiving me, she was telling me that she was also forgetting it, she was letting it go. Her generosity, her love filled me.
"I can remedy that, baby," I couldn't help the tremor in my voice even though I wanted to tease her.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and then smiled slowly.
"Any bad moments?" I asked, afraid of the answer.
"Nary a one," she declared.
My cock twitched inside her and began to slip out. I immediately missed her warmth; but if I wanted to go another round, I needed to clean her and myself up first.
I released her and rolled over on my back; then I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her.
"Is the slut and whore thing part of your dirty talk repertoire, or was it special for me?" she asked, and then licked my nipple.
I stroked her back. "It's part of the repertoire . I like to talk dirty. It turns me on. Most of the time, it turns my partner on."
"So, you weren’t saying those words for—"
"The video? Hell, no. I told you, Stella, there was no camera in that bedroom until after. While we were there, it was just us."
"You had to turn the camera on, Noah. That was deliberate."
I wouldn't lie to her. "Yes. I turned the cameras on that afternoon."
"So, that the camera was there and ready for when we had sex," she whispered.
"Yes, I guess so."
"It still hurts, Noah."
"It hurts you more than it does me, baby, I know that. But I love you, and when you're in pain, trust me, I feel it, too."
"My therapist says that, eventually, it'll stop hurting."
"I hope so. I deserve the pain I carry. You don't." It was the truth. She was meant to be cherished, probably by someone better than me. But she was stuck with me, and I intended to keep her.
We didn't sleep all night. I took her again and again. I couldn't stop myself.
I woke up once to her mouth on me. Instead of closing my eyes and letting my body take over, I watched Stella as her head bobbed up and down on me. I watched as her lips stretched around me, taking me in, sucking the tip every time she lifted her head up.
"Yeah, Sweet, like that." I didn't know how I had any cum left in me, considering how we'd been fucking through the night, but I felt my balls draw up, and my thighs begin to shake. My hand gripped her head, angled it so I could use her mouth to jack myself off, all the while I watched her honey-brown eyes glazed with arousal.
"Deeper. I need it deeper." I didn't want to choke her, but at the same time, I wanted to push against the back of her throat.
"You're my whore. Just mine." I had no control over the words tumbling out of me. Tears streamed down her face as I got closer and closer to release.
"You're gonna swallow, baby," I ordered as I came down her throat.
I let her head go, breathing hard. "Show me your tongue," I commanded. She did. "Good girl. You swallowed it all."
She nodded, and I fucking loved how submissive she could get with me. This strong woman who could take the world on submitted to me as I did to her.
She lay against me, panting. After a while, I rolled her under me. I was at half mast, but I got inside her all the same, wanting that connection. Her warmth and wetness caressed me, and I moaned at how good she felt around my sensitive dick.
I wrapped my hands around the front of her throat, and I kept the pressure gentle.
I didn't stop moving inside her; my thrusts were still short and sweet, my cock thickening slowly. She was everything to me, I realized. The sun, the moon, the fucking stars. It was always Stella. I had taken one look at her at that Rhodes charity event, and I knew I wanted her. She’d smiled at me, and my heart had cracked open, the one I didn't even know existed.
"I can't stop fucking you," I said, desperately wanting to know that she was in this with me.
"Don't stop," she insisted. "I don't want you to stop."