Chapter 26 Noel #2
When she scurried to help me, fumbling for my zipper and completely on board with my idea, I let her take care of that part so I could cradle her ass in both hands and secure her a little higher against the wall.
Her legs spread open, allowing me all the access I needed, and with her skirt rucked up to her waist I could see how the crotch of her panties was still pushed aside from my fingers.
The dark curls between her legs were wet and glistening. My mouth watered as I caught a glimpse, and my dick pulsed in her hand when she tugged me out of my pants.
I needed this so bad. I needed her.
Holding me at the base, she guided me to her entrance. Our cheeks brushed as we both stared down, watching our bodies join.
“Do it,” she whispered, sounding as eager as I felt.
I shoved forward, impaling her.
She was so wet. And warm. And oh, my fucking God.
The tightest thing to ever take my penis.
When she keened out a high sound as if she was in pain, I jerked my head up to watch her bite her lip and close her eyes.
I wondered if maybe it hurt, because, Christ, she was so snug I probably felt like I could split her apart.
Somewhere in my head, I knew I should stop for some reason, pull out, go slower.
..something. There were multiple reasons to end this and think things through.
But I couldn’t concentrate on a single one because fuck, she was so.
.. I pushed in a little deeper, groaning at the way she gripped and squeezed even tauter around me.
“It’s okay,” I told her, instead of asking if she was really okay. Why didn’t I ask? I had no clue. Then I kissed her hair and stroked the side of her neck as I held her by the ass with one arm and pulled out just enough to ease back in. “You can take it, baby.”
Actually, I wasn’t so sure she could. This was...this was...intense. But I made myself believe it, because, damn, stopping was not an option.
When I pumped her again, she made another sound, which I couldn’t quite tell whether it was pain or pleasure. I was trying to go as slow as possible, even though I had to keep moving because I couldn’t just not move.
“Noel,” she whimpered, clutching my head and turning her face in toward my neck. Her breath on my throat made me swell inside her.
“What’s wrong, baby? Hurt?”
“No. God, no.” She moaned and shivered. “It feels so good. I just...I need...I need...” The way she tightened around me and wiggled, her body demanding more, had me groaning and moving a little faster.
“Yes,” she breathed, her sigh a gasp of thanksgiving.
“Faster. Harder.” And then she bit me. She freaking bit me, right on the jugular.
From that point on, I was a goner.
I fucked her against the wall, raw and primal, without tenderness or mercy.
Every thrust I delivered was fraught with a savage thirst for more.
We attacked each other, touching and kissing, biting and licking.
I cupped her breast in my hand, and sank my teeth in the swell of her breast, right through her blouse because I couldn’t take the time to remove her clothes. I needed it all, right then.
Just as urgent as I was, Aspen caged my hips between her thighs and wrapped her legs around me until the pointy ends of her high heels stabbed me in the ass every time I pulled out.
When she came a second time, I was right there with her, flooding her with everything I had.
It felt so good and right as I buried myself as deep as I could go.
I almost passed out as soon as I was done.
Sagging into her, I buried my nose in her hair and let the wall support us both while it took me a moment to recoup even an iota of my strength.
I hadn’t expected it to be quite that powerful.
“Jesus,” I breathed, taking another few seconds just to get my wind back. Zapped of energy, I snuggled against her, not sure if I was trying to give comfort or take it. I just knew I loved sharing this moment with her, loved nestling into her warmth and inhaling her scent.
She was quiet and compliant, and so soft in my arms, I think I could’ve held her just like that for the rest of my life. I whispered her name because I needed to hear it aloud. Then I cradled her face with a hand that wasn’t quite steady.
I wanted to tell her...so much. But there weren’t words to express what she’d just done to me, what we’d just done together. It couldn’t even compare to what I’d always imagined.
Tilting her head in toward me, Aspen kissed my palm, so I pressed my mouth to her throat. When she threaded her fingers through the hair at the back of my neck, I lifted my face.
“You okay?”
Now I ask.
If my mind wasn’t scrambled to hell and back, I might’ve smacked myself in the head and apologized for my stupidity, but Aspen only laughed. The sound shot through me, making my exhausted dick pulse with one last aftershock inside her.
Her glazed eyes widened, but then she rubbed her nose against mine and made a satisfied hum deep in her throat. “I am so absolutely okay, I think I could live with being this okay for the rest of my life.” Her voice was husky and sexed up. It ignited yet another aftershock from me.
We both grinned those goofy happy grins and kissed slowly, lazily, as if we had all the time in the world.
Something loosened in my chest. All the pressures, and worries, and desperations in my life just sort of floated away.
For the first time in too long to remember, I didn’t care about anything but this moment. Aspen had taken it all away.
Wanting to thank her for the bliss, I slipped my tongue between her lips and stroked the roof of her mouth. She was everything. Everything I needed. And the way she clung to me and caressed me made me feel cherished and needed in return. We were perfect for each other.
She sighed my name, and I knew. I’d do whatever was humanly possible for this woman.
It didn’t immediately compute when something wet and warm dripped down the inside of my leg. I was too busy floating in our shared high, amazed she seemed to be as punch drunk on our aftermath as I was. But whatever that shit was just kept running. I blinked a few times before I realized...
I’d just ridden her bareback.
And...here came fucking reality, walloping me with a full bitch smack of what-the-fuck-did-you-just-do right in the face.
“Shit.” I yanked my hips back, pulling out of her.
She gasped from the sudden separation. Her eyes were still dewy with passion, glazed over and soft, her expression full of elation and utter relaxation. Then she looked at me. Brows knitting with confusion, she cupped my cheek with one soft hand. “What’s wrong?”
Jesus. Where to start?