41. Noah
NOAH
NOVEMBER PRESENT DAY
To say I am an absolute fuck up in the kitchen is no lie.
You want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
Trust me, I’ll somehow end up fucking that up.
The waffles were either slightly burnt or still a bit too gooey in the center.
By the time I was done with that, the eggs were cold.
Batter is somehow everywhere, including the ceiling.
I don’t know how the fuck that even happened.
The only thing that turned out right was the coffee. Yet, this woman sitting cross-legged on the couch next to me, wearing my hoodie and boxers, looks as happy as can be. She smiles with every bite as if I just cooked her a five-star meal. How the hell could I get so lucky?
“Sorry about the food,” I say as I pop another bite of waffle, if you could call it that, into my mouth.
To cover some of the burnt taste, I pulled out whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberry syrup.
“It’s actually really good. Stop apologizing.”
“Woman, do those shots numb your taste buds too?” I tease.
“No, just my brain.”
She swipes a finger through the pile of whipped cream on my plate and bops me on the nose.
The sticky-sweet cream sits there for a moment, causing me to look cross-eyed before it drops off my nose and onto my bare chest. I never ended up getting another shirt after she used mine to wipe up the batter.
She’s cracking up next to me, leaving me stunned.
“Oh, really. You want to play like that, Little Rabbit?”
I quickly set down my plate on the coffee table and grab the can of Reddi-Wip. She knows exactly what I’m going to do.
“Noah, no. Don’t you dare,” she shrieks as she tries to get up off the couch, but I catch her and pull her back down.
“It’s only fair. I can’t be sweeter than you,” I say as I flip her onto her back on the couch and straddle her hips.
“No. Please no. Don’t. I just showered,” she laughs as she holds my wrist and starts pushing my arm away.
It’s raised just above her head, ready to spray the Reddi-Wip all over her face.
“Then it’s a good thing I have a large hot water tank.”
“But your clothes.”
“I have more clothes,” I counter.
“But your couch,” she shrieks through the laughter as I try to hold her down without putting too much pressure on her.
Fuck. The feeling of her beneath me is causing my brain to stray to very tempting thoughts, and I need to get my mind under control before she feels exactly how much I’m enjoying this.
“Fuck the couch. I’ve never liked it anyway.”
I get closer, and her hand grabs the can and tries to turn it at me. The nozzle is pressed, and a spray of compressed cream shoots upward, hitting me in the face, with some splashing down on her.
While she’s distracted by the splatters of cream that landed on her face, I quickly turn the can and spray a big dollop on the side of her neck and cheek.
“Noah. Oh my God,” she laughs.
She tries to fight me for the can again, but I won’t let her win. She manages to wiggle up the seat of the couch toward the other end and out from beneath my legs. I drop the can to grab her hips to pull her back beneath me, but she manages to wrap her legs around my waist and pull me against her.
My cock is painfully hard at this point, and there’s no hiding it. The way she’s pulling me between her legs, she most definitely can feel it. She glances down at the bulge in my sweatpants, then back up at me with that devilish smirk.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Anderson?” she practically purrs my name.
Her legs tighten as she grinds her core against me. Her shallow gasp lets me know it rubbed in just the right spot. Damn it. She’s so tempting. So fucking perfect. I don’t want to rush things with her, but at the same time…Fuuuuck do I want her now.
“Actually, there is, Miss Bennett. You’re overdressed, and have something on you. Here, let me get that for you.”
I lean down, grab her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head, and grind myself against her as I lick the cream off her neck. Her breath catches in her throat as I continue to lick and suck where the sweet cream can still be tasted on her skin.
“Noah,” she whimpers my name as she shamelessly writhes beneath me to get some friction.
“That’s Mr. Anderson,” I groan as I bite gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear.
“Fuck…Mister…Anderson,” she says between breathy pants as I continue to add pressure against her clit through the clothes.
Why the hell is this so fucking hot? I’ve never just played around like this before.
I guess this would be like what? Foreplay?
All I’ve ever done was fucked. No handsy shit, no foreplay.
Just in and out, done. The only other thing I’ve done similar to this was with Angela at the haunted asylum last month, but that felt forced.
This feels natural. Like we’re just playing, but it also feels like so much more.
I still have her wrists pinned with one hand, so I use the other to start lifting the hoodie, exposing her bare torso and breasts. Fucking hell, even her tits are perfect. Those hard nipples, just begging to be bitten.
“Mr. Anderson, please,” she whines as she looks up at me.
“Don’t worry, Miss Bennett. I’ll take care of you,” I say with one last kiss to her neck.
I lift her into a sitting position, pull the hoodie the rest of the way off, then toss it across the room. She watches it land near the fireplace, then looks back up at me. Those green eyes are now burning with desire.
The house is warm, but I can still see the goosebumps pebbling her bare skin since the only thing she’s wearing are my boxers.
Her pale skin looks so good against the dark couch.
I wasn’t lying earlier, I hate this couch.
It’s a bitch to clean, especially when I’ve gotten blood on it before, but now it’s going to be one of my favorite pieces of furniture in this house.
I slowly shift lower with my fingers in the waistband of the boxers.
She eyes me closely as I begin to pull them down, but then I stop.
She tilts her head, confused, before realizing I’m waiting for her permission on this one.
She was the one who said we couldn’t date, kiss, or anything more, and this is so much more.
She nods with a shy smile on her lips, and my heart rate picks up.
I continue to slide the boxers lower, and she lifts her hips, allowing them to fully slide down over her plump thighs that I can’t wait to bury myself between.
She relaxes back down on the couch and lifts her legs to let me pull them fully off.
They’re flung across the room to join the hoodie, causing her to laugh.
My eyes travel over every inch of her amazing body, and I’m speechless. She’s got perfect curves. Thick hips to grab onto, plump thighs I want to have wrapped around my head, and breasts that fill my hands and then some.
“Fuck, Willow. You’re magnificent.”
Her eyes soften as she looks up at me. She doesn’t understand how much this moment means to me. How much she means to me. I want to tell her everything, and almost did last night. If she hadn’t already fallen asleep, I would have.
“Noah.”
She sits up and wraps her arms around my neck. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she pulls my lips closer to hers. I feel like I can hardly breathe. Time seems to freeze around us, our hearts both racing as our lips get closer.
“Kiss me,” she whispers against my lips, and the rest of the world fades away.
She pulls me back down to the couch on top of her. I’m still wearing my sweatpants, but she doesn’t care. She tightens her legs around my waist as I roll my hips, grinding myself against her. My hand slips between us to find her clit, and her body arches the second I tease my thumb against it.
“Fuck,” I hiss when I find out just how aroused she already is.
How long has she been this turned on? Since we kissed in the kitchen, or longer?
I need to taste her, so I break the kiss and trail my lips down her throat and chest, making sure to tease and bite each nipple before moving lower. I kiss and suck down her stomach to just above her clit, keeping my eyes on her face the entire time.
When I don’t move lower, she looks down at me. I can’t help but smile at the defiant look in her eyes, as if she’ll kill me if I don’t continue.
Keeping our eyes locked, I let my tongue dip inside her before licking up to her clit. I get the pleasure of watching her eyes roll back as my tongue circles her clit before sucking gently on it.
“Fuck, N…Noah.”
One of my hands wraps under her thigh, keeping her spread open for me, the other slowly slides two fingers inside curling them against her G-spot. I can feel her muscles clamp around my fingers as the first wave of pleasure rolls through her body.
Her soft gasps and moans push me further as I continue to suck on her clit. My teeth gently bite down with just the right amount of pressure to have her crying out in pleasure.
She arches her body as she writhes against my face.
I pull my fingers out then slide a third one in, stretching her tight pussy.
My hips thrust against the couch to get any form of friction against my aching cock that’s begging to be inside her.
I don’t know if she’s ready to do that yet.
If she’s not, I’m perfectly fine waiting until she is, because we have all the time in the world now that I have her back.