Chapter 17 #3
“I'm aware,” he stated with defeat. “I can’t fix that, and I won’t pretend to act like I can.
The only thing that will make it right is if I go back and I’m not.
That part of my life is sealed shut. I had a rule that I never doubled back to anything I left.
I broke that shit when I came back to TLM though. ”
Irish’s gaze descended to her left. What started as a beautiful night between two people, who had just discovered their love for one another, had transformed into an exposé of Noble.
Stepping closer to her, Noble cupped Irish’s face.
The intensity of his stare caused her breathing to hike a bit.
Where would they go from here, standing in the middle of a parking structure after getting kicked out of a restaurant?
So much had been revealed in such little time.
She had discovered an element of Noble that wasn’t clean but how could she judge when she wasn’t so tidy either?
“I ain't never felt what I feel for you, not even with my first love. Baby, I feel like you were created just for me. There’s nothing that will stop me from pursuing you. Not Jovanis, not Daysha, and not you trying to run from me. This shit is cemented, Pumpkin. Me and you go together for real.”
She burst out laughing. “I haven’t heard that term since I was a teenager.”
He smirked, eyeing her lenses before his gaze rested on her lips. “That’s how you make me feel, like a teenager who just got his first crush.”
Blushing, Irish looked away, trying to make sense of the emotion this man filled her with.
“I ain't never claim to be perfect,” he stated. “But what we share is. Don’t end the night, a’ight? Let me make it right.”
“And how are you going to do that?” she flirted.
Licking his lips, he replied, “I’d rather show you. Come on.”
Irish slipped her hand inside his, and they walked to his car. She had discovered that love made her crazy. Minutes before, she had stormed off, hoping to get far away from Noble. Now, she was back in bliss, ready for their night to resume.
Two hours later…
Noble’s scent inebriated Irish as she slowly slid up and down on his manhood.
With her eyes closed, she relished the comprehensive feeling of him.
Utopia filled the room, making the air inside feel thick.
The buzzing from the central air served as white noise while she and Noble discovered another layer of intimacy.
She’d already came back-to-back from the magic of his tongue.
How could one person come into her life and shake it up like this? How was Noble able to capture her in such a way that the thought of severing ties brought tears to her eyes?
He had her completely, and it made Irish feel vulnerable as if he had this puissant power that she couldn’t break the chains to.
“Fuck, baby, slow down,” he grumbled, pinching her nipples.
Irish smirked, loving how she sucked power from him when she rode his dick. Noble could never handle the ride her pussy took him on. Obeying his order, she slowed the rhythm of her hips and gently massaged his erection with her walls.
“Like that, Papa?”
His hand slithered to her neck, squeezing it ever so gently. “Yeah, let me feel all of you.”
Irish bucked her hips, circling them to ensure that Noble experienced every groove and cranny of her womanhood.
This moment felt so right but wrong simultaneously.
She’d just learned of his past sins. He was a man that walked away from a marriage to a woman who he regarded as perfect.
Irish should’ve run after the altercation.
She should’ve broken the bond and placed enough distance for them both to forget each other.
Noble lived not only in her head but her heart as well.
How would she be able to evict him when he was the owner of both?
Like a pot of gumbo, there was too many variables in both of their lives.
Irish wanted Noble completely but what about Jovanis?
She couldn’t leave him behind, but he couldn’t do what Noble did for her.
He penetrated every fabric of her being, making sure to leave no spot untouched.
Love like this didn’t come around often, especially for a woman like Irish.
This sudden need to strike while the iron was hot nagged at her mind but again, what about Jovanis?
Irish’s ride came to a sudden end when Noble flipped her on her back.
With his dick still nestled inside her center, he kissed her softly, causing her to ascend to another level of intoxication.
This peak was one she hadn’t experienced.
It left her suspended in the air, floating like a leaf that had fallen off a tree.
“You know I can’t let you go, right?”
Unbeknownst to Noble, she wasn’t willing to release him either. He stroked her deep, provoking her to yelp because the sensation felt too amazing.
“You hear me, Pumpkin? We gotta figure this shit out.” He kissed her lips. “No more waiting.”
His dick hit a sensitive spot, causing her mouth to part in bliss. “Papa, you making me crazy.”
“And you make me happy so we even.”
Noble propped himself on his forearms and picked up the pace. While he pumped in and out of her center, Irish clawed at his back. Her third orgasm had arrived with even greater force than the first two.
“Tell me you're mine.”
With no hesitation, she confessed, “I’m yours, Papa.”
“Forever?”
“Yes, for eternity.”
Their lips reunited, and their tongues swayed rhythmically.
This was everything she ever imagined; fucking a man that imprisoned her whole heart.
While the sex was spellbinding, it was the man behind the intimacy that had her so in tuned with him.
Noble was the one. He was everything a woman would desire in a partner.
Thoughtful, understanding, and driven. He was the perfect cocktail of a man.
“I love you, Pumpkin.”
That sobered her up immediately. She gazed into his eyes, seeking some inclination that he was telling a fallacy.
“You hear me?” He pumped her with a stroke that rendered her speechless. “I love the fuck outta you.”
Something washed over Irish. She wasn’t sure if it was euphoria or anxiety. Were his words only to fill her head up during sex or did he mean it with every fiber of his being? Under his spell, she couldn’t decipher the difference.
“I love you, too.”
There it was. Their love was finally locked into a vault that only they knew the code to.
The only other man who had the pleasure of hearing that from her mouth was Jovanis.
Still, this love was different. It was ice water on a humid summer day.
An intensity that catapulted Irish to the depths of ecstasy.
Regret didn’t greet her when those words fell from her lips.
Only contentment that stroked her into another dimension.
“This pussy so good, I gotta stay in. I can’t pull out.”
The risks were grand, but Irish didn’t give a fuck. Dick this good should never be turned away so she hiked her legs backwards, giving him even more access to her wetness. She wouldn’t deny Noble of this. He deserved to stay in pussy he had been taking such good care of.
“Fill me up, Papa.”
Noble pinned her legs back with his arms, slamming deep inside her. The sound of wetness graced her ears before Noble’s proclamation did.
“I’m… shit, Irish,” he groaned, pulsating inside of her flesh.
The feeling was fulfilling. Noble filled her with his fruits, and Irish was honored to provide the soil for his seed.
Panting, Noble peered at her with so much endearment that it brought tears to her eyes. They had both jumped off the deep end, hand in hand without a life jacket. Was Irish scared? A little but more than that she was thrilled. Love had finally found her without a GPS.