Chapter 11 Nolan
Nolan
Sally is still breathing hard as I move up and pull her into my arms. I don’t think I’ve ever made a woman come so hard, and I can’t help the surge of satisfaction in my chest. Fuck, watching her fall apart was incredible. She’s incredible. Uninhibited and unafraid to reach for what she wants.
“That was… really nice,” she says breathlessly, nuzzling her face against my neck.
I pull back to look at her in mock horror. “Nice? Challenge accepted.”
Her laughter washes over me like a balm as I roll onto my back so she’s straddling my hips.
She moans as my hard cock presses against her entrance. “Okay, amazing. Awesome. Spectacular. Life-changing.”
“Setting the bar high, sweetheart?” I ask, cupping her heavy breasts and sliding my thumbs over her nipples.
“Yes!” she hisses, rocking back and forth instinctively.
I close my eyes and revel in the pleasure of her slick cunt sliding over my cock. Seeing her above me, learning how to take her pleasure, stirs something dominant and primal inside me.
Leaning down, she kisses me, and a jolt of electricity surges through the base of my spine to my balls. If kissing and touching Sally brings out this feeling in me, I never want to let it go.
She flicks her tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss with every sway of her hips. I groan into her mouth, digging my fingers into her hips.
“Fuck,” I mutter, dragging the word out. “That feels so good.”
“Oh, yeah?” she teases, sliding off.
I’m about to protest the loss of her heat when she slides down and hovers her mouth over the tip of my hard cock.
“I’ve never done this before. Tell me what feels good,” she says, dragging the tip of her tongue from the base all the way to the head.
I shudder. “God fucking dammit, you learn fast, woman,” I moan. “Don’t be shy. Take it all in your mouth.”
She does. She sucks me until my eyes almost pop out of my head because, damn, if she’s not determined to take all of me in her mouth. Down and up. Down and up. She finds the perfect rhythm. It’s not long before her saliva mixes with my pre-cum, and her lips are gliding over my length with ease.
I tug the tie from her hair, burrowing my fingers in the blonde strands as they spill over her shoulders. I squeeze a handful as her mouth slides down as far as it can go.
My hips thrust compulsively as she takes me deep, and she gags.
“Sorry,” I huff. “Sorry, it just felt so good.”
I tug gently on her hair to stop her because I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to be wrapped in her snug heat when I let go.
Climbing back on top, she positions my cock between her legs and sucks in a deep breath.
But she doesn’t move. Not yet. I sense her nervousness, see the flicker of her eyelashes, and the pulse throbbing in her throat.
“You’re in control, Sally,” I grit, though it takes everything in me not to flip her onto her back and drive inside her. “Take your time, sweetheart.”
She nods and releases a shaky breath, her eyes fixed on my chin.
“Look at me.”
She lifts her eyes, and our gazes meet. Something inside me calms. I always thought that looking into the eyes of the right woman would be like spinning and falling and losing myself.
But none of that happens. Instead, everything in me stills and becomes quiet.
It’s… peace. Contentment. Something I haven’t felt for… well, maybe ever.
“Love” feels too strong and too soon. But there’s an aching in my heart that I can’t seem to shake. Can’t name.
Then all thoughts evaporate as she slips the head of my cock inside her. Just the tip at first before she lifts off and lowers again, using my pre-cum and her slickness to ease her way.
“Like this?” she asks, panting.
I press my head into the pillow and groan. My hands tighten further on her hips, helping her, guiding her. “Tilt your hips. Yes. Christ, just like that.”
Her blue eyes darken with pleasure and intention as she repeats the motion, again and again, sinking a little lower with each circle and wriggle of her hips until I think I’m going to lose my mind.
Sally hits a spot that pinches and makes her tremble, her expression morphing into a grimace.
Her eyes find mine. “Do it. Make me yours.”
“You sure?” My voice sounds like sandpaper as I strain for control.
“Yes.”
“Together.”
She nods. “Always.”
I thrust up as she sinks onto me.
She cries out, biting her lip.
“Oh, Christ. Fuck, Sally,” I grunt as her snug channel envelops me from tip to root.
Her mouth falls open, her eyes wide with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“That’s it. Give me the pain,” I say as her nails bite deep into my chest where her hands are braced.
“Stings,” she moans.
“I know, baby. You’re doing so good. Hold still. Let yourself stretch around me. God, you feel so fucking tight and hot and perfect.”
She moans again, but this time I see heat replace the discomfort in her eyes at my words.
“It’ll only hurt this once. Then, when you’re ready, I’m gonna have you in all the ways I’ve dreamed about.”
Her cheeks flush. “What ways?”
“Against the wall, your legs wrapped around my waist as I drive inside you. Spread across the table while I dine on this sweet pussy. On all fours, your beautiful tits shaking as I fuck you from behind.”
“Yes. Yes, I want that. All of it.”
I shudder as I force myself to hold still, to give her time to adjust. “How does it feel? Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“I’m… okay.” She sighs. “It’s easing now. Feels… strangely good?”
“Let’s see if we can improve on strangely good.” I move my hips subtly.
She gasps. “Oh, that’s better.”
Her inner muscles clench around me, pulling a strangled groan from my throat.
“Do you like that?” she asks, gaining confidence.
“Enough to come before I even move,” I rasp.
She laughs, which causes her to tighten around me again.
“Jesus, Sally,” I grunt.
Sally lifts off me an inch and sinks down again. Her head falls back with a moan. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. Is it supposed to feel this?”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Like being stretched in the best way. I feel tingly and shaky and—”
I shift my hips, grinding against her clit.
“—oh, God. Definitely an improvement on strangely good,” she declares.
I huff a strained laugh. “We’re not done yet.”
I flip her onto her back and hook one of her legs over my hip. Pulling almost all the way out, I slide back in with a smooth thrust.
“Oh!” she cries out. “That feels amazing.”
“Amazing, huh? How about we shoot for awesome?”
I withdraw. Thrust back in. Harder this time.
She lifts her hips, meeting me on the next thrust. And the next.
I lean in, nipping her collarbone. “Ready for spectacular?”
“Yes, please,” she pants.
I give her a few more firm pumps, but once she’s good and wet, I thrust into her hard. Lowering my head, I suck a nipple into my mouth, then graze it with my teeth. Her pussy clenches around me.
“Yes, Nolan. Yes! Harder, please!”
“You’re so tight,” I moan as I pound into her. “I can feel your pussy pulsating around my cock. Fuck, it’s gonna make me come.”
“So come,” she breathes, lifting her hips to meet mine now, meeting me all the way like she’s done from the first day I met her. “Come inside me, Nolan.”
“Fuck, Sally. I—”
“Do it!” she shouts, practically begging for me to fill her.
Slipping a hand between her thighs to where we’re joined, I rub her clit with my thumb to help push her over the edge. I want us to come together. If I time it just right—
She lets out a long-winded moan. “Let go, my love.”
I lose the battle. My whole body surges, and with one final thrust, I hold her tight and do as she says. I let go.
My balls ache as I empty every last drop inside her with a groan that echoes off the walls of the small room. Black spots swim in front of my eyes as the powerful climax wrecks me.
I’m vaguely aware of her watching me, her eyes wide and fascinated as my face twists with the strength of my release. I wanted to take her with me, but she whispered those words, and I couldn’t hold back.
This woman unravels me in ways I didn’t think were possible.
I collapse on top of her, heaving in breaths, trying to wrap my head around what’s just passed between us. Not just the sex, but an emotional connection I’ve never shared with anyone, not even my ex, who left my damned heart in tatters.
Those thoughts coalesce into something I don’t want to face yet: that I’m falling for Sally. And it scares the shit out of me.
I ease out of her, dropping a tender kiss on her swollen lips before ducking out of the room to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
When I return, Sally is snuggled under the duvet, her eyes half-closed as she fights sleep.
She mumbles as I gently clean her up, wiping the smears of blood and my cum from her tender folds and inner thighs.
Tossing the cloth, I curl up beside her. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m perfect. Good sore,” she says around a big yawn. She tips her head back, smiling up at me. “Told you we’d muddle through. I’m pretty sure we hit life-changing.”
I kiss her forehead to cover my disquiet.
Life-changing. Yeah.
But can I give her the life she deserves? Can I risk giving her all the parts of me that she claims she wants?
She cuddles into me, throwing a leg over mine. Her eyes close, and she lets out a tired but contented sigh as she slips into sleep.
It’s a long time before sleep claims me.