10. Noah
Chapter 10
Noah
T his is where I belong, on my knees worshipping my queen. Giving her pleasure and all the orgasms her body can take.
Hunger and need slam into me as I listen to her noises. Only when she’s sated do I finally lean back. My jaw aches like a motherfucker. The tile is cold beneath my knees. Yet I’ve never been hornier than I am with my woman’s taste on my lips.
She opens her eyes finally and the blush on her cheeks when she sees the evidence of her arousal on my face will always be one of my favorite things. She tastes fucking amazing. I’m going to spend the rest of my life giving her pleasure like that. “Time for me to breed my good girl.”
She whimpers at my words, and I stand, yanking off my clothes. When I’m naked, I reach for her hand to tug her into the shower.
Lizzy pauses and reaches for her wig. I forgot she was wearing it.
She hesitates for a beat too long, and I hate the insecurity that flashes across her face. I hate everyone that convinced her she isn’t breathtaking. “I wear a lot of stuff and without it, I look…different.”
“Come here,” I pull her close. My dick rests uncomfortably against her stomach. I ignore the fucker for now. He’ll get plenty of attention later. This is about reminding my girl how incredible she is. “Sweetheart, if you need to wear all of this so that when you face the world, you feel beautiful, that’s fine. But understand that in here, when it’s just us, you don’t have to do that. You’re always beautiful in my eyes.”
Her lower lip trembles and she calls my name.
I take her hand and put it on my chest, right over my heart. “Every time I look at you, my heart skips a beat. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to find you. But I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you and anyone who will listen that you’re my greatest gift. You’re more than any man could ever be worthy of, but I’ll worship you every chance I get.”
She stares up at me with awe. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“It’s true, Lizzy. And as many times as you need me to remind you how amazing you are, I will. So don’t ever be shy around me, sweetheart. This cowboy is the lucky one here, not you. Never you.”
She reaches up then and pulls off her wig slowly, setting it on the counter behind us. When she looks at me again, some of the apprehension has faded from her gaze.
“Still heart-stoppingly beautiful,” I remind her before brushing a kiss across her forehead. Piece by piece, she removes all the things she uses to cover up—the fake eyelashes and the fake eyebrows. Each time, I press a gentle kiss to her face and remind her that she’s beautiful.
When she’s completely bare, I tug her into the shower stall with me. I check the water temperature one last time before spinning her underneath the spray. She hesitates when I reach for the shampoo. “That’s girl shampoo.”
I let my gaze rove over her body taking in her full tits and that triangle between her thighs. My cock, pointed straight at her, weeps for relief. “And you happen to be a girl.”
“Yeah, but why is it here? Have there been a lot of girls before me?”
I bought it yesterday when I realized she’d probably stay over. I picked one that was specifically designed for sensitive scalps. “There’s never been anybody before you, and there will never be anyone after you. You’re it for me, Lizzy. This is you and me for life. Now let your man take care of you.”
She relaxes a little at my words. “It’s your first time too.”
When I give her a nod, her smile grows even bigger. “I’m really glad.”
“So am I,” I answer. I’d never planned on waiting. It wasn’t like I was saving myself for my future wife, but now that she’s standing in front of me, I’m glad I did. Glad that I was never the guy who slept around or even dated. All my firsts and lasts will be with the beautiful woman in front of me.
I shampoo her head, massaging the small prickly hair that grows there. After I’m done, I press a soft kiss to her scalp, careful to be gentle with her. I’ll always be gentle with her.
After that, I move my hands lower, washing her face, neck, and her breasts. She gasps and arches into my touch. One day, I’d like to fuck her tits. I have so many fantasies around her. So many things I want to do with my future wife.
She groans my name when I drop to my knees and bring one of her breasts to my lips. I suckle the nipple, loving the way she moans when I swirl my tongue around the bud. When she’s squirming against me, I move to the other breast and give it the same treatment.
The entire time I’m playing with her tits, my fingers are between her thighs, stroking her delicate folds. I want to taste her again, but I have a different focus right now.
I want to stretch her sweet little hole and get her ready to take my big cock. Knowing this will be her first time has me even more determined to make it good for her. She deserves a first time that she can look back on and smile about.
Slowly, I ease a finger in, savoring the way she gasps. She’s so damn responsive. I can’t wait to watch her face when I slide my cock into her for the first time.
I wait until she’s clenching her pussy around my finger before I work a second one into her. Curling them forward, I find that magic spot that has her going off like a rocket. She slumps against the shower wall as her orgasm fades.
I’m on my feet in an instant, gathering her in my arms. I towel dry her limp body. She mumbles something about being able to do it, but she doesn’t argue with me.
I carry her to my big bed and place her in the middle, peeling back the towel. Fuck, she looks so beautiful, her skin pink and flushed from the shower and her orgasms.
“Spread those sweet little thighs. Let me see your perfect pussy.”
She parts her legs slowly as my sweet, shy girl lets me see her most intimate parts.
I clutch my cock. He’s been hard since the moment I saw her for the first time.
“Fuck, do you know what you do to me?” I ask as I crawl onto the bed, my shaft brushing the softness of her thighs.
My weight is on my forearms and I’m staring down at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything was worth it. I see that now. It was worth it because it was for her, so I’d understand her hesitation, fear, and insecurities when I met her. So, I’d be able to love her through them.
She hums as I glide through her folds, letting my hardness push up against her clit. It’s not until she’s rolling underneath me, desperately trying to suck my cock into her wet heat that I finally enter her.
I move as slow as I can, my muscles clenched tightly as I do. It’s taking all of my self-control not to slam balls deep into her the first time.
I pause when she inhales sharply, forcing my body to stay still. “Are you still with me?”
If she tells me to stop, I’ll find the strength. I don’t know how the fuck I will, but I’ll do it.
“You’re so big. It feels so good.” She arches up. “No one told me it would feel so good.”
Slowly, I work more of my cock into her until I’m fully seated inside. I pause then, trying to give her a minute to adjust. I’m a hell of a lot bigger than her tiny frame. I grunt, denying my body the right to move, “You’re so fuckin’ tight. So hot and soft. Such a good girl.”
“Noah.” She writhes against me, pressing her lips against my smooth jaw. She trails kisses higher and higher, setting me on fire with every brush of her soft lips. When she gets to my earlobe, she takes it between her teeth, nipping at the sensitive skin. Her next words send a shudder through me, “Get me pregnant.”
Her simple command has me pumping my hips into her, determined to make her wish and mine come true.
I slip my hand between our bodies because I need it. Need to see her belly round and her big tits bouncing. Need to see her pressing her hand to her tummy as those first fluttering kicks start.
She comes with a shriek of pleasure that’s nearly deafening and I follow with a roar, pumping every bit of my seed into her hot little pussy.
She moans as I continue to spurt into her. “You’re giving me a baby.”
“Damn straight I am,” I promise her as I roll over onto my back. I roll her with me, careful to keep my dick inside of her body. I don’t want a single drop of my come escaping. Not until she’s good and pregnant will I be coming anywhere else.
She rests her head on my chest. “I didn’t even realize I wanted to be a mom until I met you. Now, I keep thinking about it. Wondering what having a family would be like. Except…” Her voice trails off.
I don’t like the note in her tone, the way she sounds so sad. I run my fingers across her back in a circle, trying to soothe whatever pain is troubling her. “Except what?”
“Except what if I’m not meant to have a family? I’ve never had one before. Maybe there’s a reason. Maybe I’m not good enough and—”
“Look at me,” I command, my heart twisting at her words. When she does, I tell her, “You’re my whole world. You’re smart and funny and exactly who I want to spend the rest of my life with. You and I are going to build a beautiful family and spend years growing old together on the front porch. You got that?”
There’s still worry in her eyes, but she nods. I know a lifetime of fear and insecurity won’t fade overnight. I don’t expect it to, but I will reassure her every single time she voices her doubts. I will always be the calm, reassuring presence she needs.
I press my lips to hers and nibble on her bottom lip. When I pull away, she sends me a mischievous grin. “You know, I’ve heard it can take multiple attempts to get pregnant. We should try again…just to be on the safe side.”