42. Willow
WILLOW
“Oh my God,” I practically scream as he thrusts three fingers deep inside me before curling them, all while his mouth stays latched around my clit.
The pressure he’s adding with his teeth is something I’ve never felt before, and it’s causing my head to spin.
That first orgasm hit me so fast because, honestly, I’ve been turned on since the kiss in the bathroom.
The little bit in the kitchen didn’t help either.
Then, when he was pinning me down and licking my neck, I practically came right there.
This connection I feel with him is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I don’t know if it’s him or if it’s because I’ve been starved for touch for so long. I don’t even remember the last time I went on a date, let alone had an orgasm I didn’t give myself.
“Don’t stop, please. Oh fuck. Don’t…Stop.”
The next orgasm hits me hard, and I swear I see stars as my head pushes back, deeper into the couch. My nails are leaving crescent-shaped cuts on his skin from how hard I’m gripping his hand that’s slid from my thigh to my stomach to hold me down.
He moves up my body fast and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. My body reacts instantly as I moan and wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer. I need more. So much more.
I lean up into him, gripping onto his sweatpants and tugging them down his hips. The kisses don’t stop. They’re frantic, primal, and so fucking hot. This man can kiss.
“Noah, I need…”
“Shh, Little Rabbit, I know what you need.”
He cups my face, kissing me deeply once more before bracing his arm on the couch and kicking off the pants.
They only fall half off the couch, and I can’t help but laugh.
“What, not going to have them join the other clothes on the other side of the room?” I tease.
He looks down at me, and I swear I can see the heat in his eyes. He turns and whips the pants across the room, then grips under my legs to pull me further down on the couch until the tip of his cock is pressed against me.
“Noah…Have you been tested?”
“I’m clean. Are you on birth contr…”
“Yes,” I cut him off. I tighten my hold against him, trying to pull him into me.
“A little impatient, aren’t we, Little Rabbit?” he growls as he rubs his cock through my arousal.
Each time he rubs the tip against my clit, I can feel the shock waves running through my entire body. He’s teasing me, and I both love and hate it.
“Are you sure about this, Willow?” he asks, looking down at me.
I nod, and he gives me a devilish smirk.
“Beg for me, Little Rabbit. Let me hear that you want me as much as I want you.”
He’s holding back. I can see his muscles straining in his neck as he’s trying to hold off plunging inside me.
“Please, Noah. I need you.”
I can see the flash in his eyes when he loses control. His hand wraps around my neck to devour my lips as he fully thrusts inside me. My pussy stretches around him with a blissful aching pain that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I scream his name.
One hand stays on the back of my head, the other on my hip as he grinds into me, then pulls back out to the tip before pushing right back inside.
“Fuck. Oh my God. Why does…Shit. Why does it feel so…fucking…good?” I try to speak through his powerful thrusts.
“Because you were always meant to be mine, Willow. We were always meant to be together.”
He covers my body with his, burying his face into my neck. He devours me. Kisses, bites, licks, and sucks my pale skin to what will definitely turn into bruises by the time this is done.
His words have my mind racing, fighting against itself. They confuse me, but the waves of pleasure washing over me slowly drown out that feeling of confusion and replace it with the feeling of ecstasy. Being with him is a level of pleasure I didn’t know was real.
“Fuck, Willow. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve…Fuck,” he groans as I feel another orgasm hit me causing my pussy to spasm and clamp tighter around his length.
My nails are dragging across his back with each deep thrust. I can’t help the pride swelling in my chest knowing he will have my marks on him.
“Willow,” he says my name with such love and passion that it pulls me deeper into this fantasy. “I’m close. Do you want me to pull out?”
He slows his thrusts to wait. I can feel from the way his cock is starting to throb inside me that he’s not going to last much longer.
I don’t speak a single word. I only wrap my arms around his neck, lock my legs around his waist, and pull him deeper into me. I never want this connection to end because it will mean going back to facing reality.
“Fuck, Willow. You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips before pressing his forehead to mine.
He holds me tighter with each thrust, and it feels like somehow he’s even deeper than the thrust before.
I need to feel him come.
“Please, Noah,” I moan before biting onto his shoulder, and that’s what finally pushes us both over the edge.
He growls my name as I feel his orgasm hit him. His cock pulses deep inside, and I can feel him filling me. I’ve never had sex without a condom, and holy fucking shit, I don’t think I will ever use one again.
His hips begin to slow, and his head rests into the crook of my neck. He places gentle, worshiping kisses along my throat and jaw before letting out the most relaxed sigh I’ve ever heard, then whispering the words that have me questioning everything.
“This is exactly how I dreamed it would be, Little Rabbit.”