Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Noah
God, what a hair trigger this woman has. "Fuck, Morgan, you taste so goddamn incredible." I breathe the words against her skin, and she whimpers, thrusting her hips. "Love the way you scream for me."
I slash my tongue against her clit in an upward swipe, and she bucks hard, grinding into my mouth.
She yanks with her hands, reaching for me, and the whole coffee table rattles forward—fortunately, it's a massive, heavy oak piece and she simply doesn't have enough mass or strength to move it very far.
"NOAH!" she screams through gritted teeth, and then her mouth falls open to gasp, pant, and whimper in quick succession.
Flicking my tongue side to side, I slip a finger inside her tight wet clenching sex, and then a second, and god she's soaked and so tight and so hot and so slick.
I fuck her gently with my fingers while slowly tonguing her clit—within seconds, she's bucking again and pushing against my mouth and fighting the bonds around her ankles, crying out and sobbing as an orgasm wracks her body.
Her tits bounce as she writhes under me, and I slow my fingers while tonguing her faster, and then mirror the pace of both as she bridges off the floor, mouth open in a silent, breathless scream, and I keep her there with a relentless assault of my mouth and fingers—neither harder nor faster, but exactly the same.
Her ass hits the floor as the initial wave passes, and I give her a lull to catch her breath.
And then I take her to the cusp again, lick and flick and suckle her clit and plunge my fingers inside her, and my god all I can think about is being inside her, clutching her soft naked curves to me and holding her as she comes apart in my arms.
Once again, Morgan comes within seconds and harder than the last time.
Another short lull, a respite to catch her breath and maybe think I've given up.
It takes a while longer to get her to a third climax, and when she does, she can barely manage a scream, so breathless and ravaged is she.
I barely touch her with my tongue on the way to a fourth when she jerks, twisting, writhing, trying to get away. "Noah! Oh god, Noah. I—I can't take any more."
"Yes you can. One more, sweetheart. Give me one more, Morgan." I devour her ravenously, all eager tongue and driving fingers.
She bucks and jerks, gasps and quakes, but can't seem to fall over the edge, so I adjust my technique—slow, gentle, lazy.
I take my time bringing her to this peak.
How long? Minutes, at least. Five? Ten? Who cares.
Her body slowly starts to writhe, sweat-slick and trembling as I lick and slurp her firm little clit.
Her breasts shake, and her hips lift, and her channel squeezes and clenches around my slowly driving fingers.
More minutes, and my jaw is tired and my fingers too, but I want this last one.
I want her to come entirely unglued for me.
I finally feel her beginning to rise to the cusp, hear it in the breathless way she shrieks, feel it in the way she grinds desperately against my mouth, thighs quivering as she rides my mouth, and then she's screaming fit to go hoarse.
"NOAH!" she wails, tears leaking out as her whole body goes stiff as a board, and her feet thrash, pulling against the knotted silk around her ankles and her tits arch to the sky and her head throws back and her pussy clamps around my fingers so hard I can barely thrust them inside her and she's not breathing, not screaming, simply and purely lost in the paroxysm of ecstasy.
Now I renew the assault on her sex hard and fast, pushing her over the edge and into mad abandon.
She yanks against the silk around her wrists, gets one hand loose and then the other.
She clutches at my head and crushes me against her pussy, rubbing herself against my devouring mouth.
She lets go just long enough to stretch far enough to awkwardly free one foot and then the other, and then her legs are hooked around my shoulders and she's clutching me, gasping raggedly, each rasping breath a half-scream.
When the orgasm finally relinquishes its grasp, she sags to the floor and firmly pushes me away.
"Stop, stop. Oh god, no more. Please no more, Noah.
" She reaches for me, drags me up her body and cradles me to her breasts, arms locked around me as she pants for breath. "Dear god. What have you done to me?"
Her nails rake gently over my back in soothing circles. Her heartbeat thunders under my ear, gradually slowing.
Once she's caught her breath, she lifts my face so she can cradle my cheeks in her hands, gazing at me with a wild boil of emotions. She just stares at me for a long moment, eyes hazy and wet. "Noah." It's all she can manage.
I roll to my back, keeping her flush against me. "Let me just hold you, now."
Nestling her cheek over my heart, she shudders and trembles, the occasional aftershock quaking her whole body. "Noah, that was…"
I kiss her temple. "You're incredible, Morgan."
"Me?" she gasps a disbelieving laugh. "You are. I didn't know I could feel that way. You're the amazing one." She turns her face to me, squealing with overwhelmed, nearly hysterical joy. "That was so fucking hot, Noah."
"It was the only way I could come up with to get you out of your head," I tell her.
She lifts and peers down our bodies. "You did. You really used a hockey stick as a spreader bar?"
I shrug. "It worked." I caress the curve from hip to buttock to thigh. "Did it hurt your ankles?"
She shakes her head, sounding amused. "No, not at all." She giggles, again hiding her face in my chest. "I'm kind of into it. By which I mean, please dear god, do that again as soon as possible."
"With the blindfold and everything, or…?"
"I mean, yeah?" Her voice is small and hesitant.
"Anything you want, Morgan."
She kisses my chest. "I want a lot of things, Noah."
"Such as?"
Her thigh slides away from mine, exposing my semi-erect cock.
One hand cups my cheek and her lips find mine in a slow damp slide, her breath soft and warm.
She huffs a small moan as the kiss deepens into a kind of union, souls fusing and hearts enmeshing.
Her other hand coasts over my belly, fingers trailing lazily over my body hair and down to my cock.
She gathers me in her hand and caresses my hardening shaft with gentle fingers, thumb softly rolling over my sensitive tip.
Another quiet moan as I sprout into full erection in her hands, as if the very feel of my hard cock is pleasurable for her. And my god, that makes a man feel a hundred feet tall.
I groan at her touch, helplessly and instinctively thrusting into her hand. "Fuck, Morgan. The way you touch me. Jesus."
Her answer is to slide her thigh over my belly, both hands carving up my chest, rolling into me, breasts firm and warm against my chest, nipples hard against my ribs. Her mouth is eager, her tongue insistent, her breathing desperate, occasional whimpers slipping past her teeth.
And then she's straddling me, her pussy smearing against my belly, rubbing against me.
She seizes my lower lip in her teeth and growls like a hungry tigress.
Her hips writhe on me, and my cock is an aching, swollen iron rod, pulsing and hot against my belly.
I feel her pussy rub against me, and then her seam slides slick over my shaft, and I can't help but tilt my hips, my need to come suddenly so overwhelming and powerful and desperate I can barely think straight.
I stab my fingers into her hair and kiss her with all the ferocious need within me, growling my desire for her.
I carve my hands down her back, nails raking her tender skin—her spine arches at my scratching, and then humps upward as she bucks her hips forward, scraping her pussy against my stomach, grinding her seam along my cock again.
"Morgan," I breathe, swallowing hard, panting shallowly. "Fuck. I want you so goddamn bad."
"Noah," she whispers, breathless with arousal.
Her arms curl around my neck and she buries her face in my throat. I feel her hips move, tilt against me, rubbing her wet pussy against my stomach, and then I feel the tip of my cock catch against her slick sex. Her mouth stutters down my throat and she whimpers into my clavicle…
With a loud, wailing cry, Morgan takes my cock inside herself, filling her pulsing channel with my aching length. "NOAH!" It's a plea, a cry of shocked wonder. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh…my…god."
I can't even speak.
I can barely summon a breath with which to gasp in wrecked ecstasy. "Morgan!" I pant. "Oh—fuck."
Her mouth slashes against mine with such abrupt ferocity our teeth clash, catching her lip between our teeth—she whimpers in pain, but the whimper shifts to one of aroused need as she glides her pussy down my shaft, taking me inside her inch by inch.
Slowly. Deliberately. She can't sustain the kiss, then, as I bottom out inside her.
She can only let her mouth hang open, quivering as she pants desperate little shrill screams.
"Oh god, fuck. Noah, fuck." Her fingernails claw into my shoulders as she writhes on me, pussy slicking against my stomach, taking me deeper than should be possible, it feels like.
I'm so deep inside her it aches in my balls, and I can't breathe, can't move, can't think.
"Fuck, your cock is…" she whimpers into my mouth, shaking her head as if the right word escapes her. "So…fucking…big!"
I can only groan raggedly in response—mainly because upon panting the word "big", she drags my cock through her channel, pauses with just my tip wedged between her lips, and then slams down onto me all at once, hard.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" she chants as I crush inside her, as her tight, plump, firm, beautiful ass slaps against my thighs. "Noah…Noah. Oh god, Noah. I'm gonna come again. Your cock—Noah, fuck, it feels so fucking good inside me."