by Grey , S. R.
She deserved perfection.
“Let’s rent a car and drive across Sweden,” I said. “We can cross the border into Norway and stay in Oslo. What do you think?”
“I love that idea!” Maisie exclaimed. “A road trip sounds great. I want to see Norway. One thing, though.”
“Anything, babe,” I replied.
“As soon as we get to Oslo, we have to go to Frogner Park. I’ve seen so many pictures, and it looks so cool.”
“Wait.” I chuckled. “I’ve seen a few pictures too. Isn’t that the park with all the nude sculptures?”
Maisie chastised, “Noel.”
I laughed. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Maisie confirmed, with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, anything naked and I’m in.” I waggled my brows suggestively, though it was all in fun.
Still, Maisie whacked my arm. “Be serious, Noel. It’s not some perv attraction. It’s art depicting life.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes. I read in a magazine article a while back that the statues were sculpted nude so as not to lock them into any one time period. They’re ageless that way, and have more impact when you see them.”
The park actually did sound really interesting. And her explanation made sense.
I was just kidding around, anyway.
I told her as much and promised we’d definitely go to the park.
One thing I kept to myself was that Maisie may have been excited to see nude statues, but I was far more pumped at the thought of finally seeing her without clothes.
Oslo
Oslo was super cool. It was a cosmopolitan city, ultra-sleek and more modern than I expected.
“I like it here,” I declared to Noel as we drove into the city.
“Already,” he laughed. “We’ve only been here for five minutes, Mais.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I shrugged. “I know what I feel. And Oslo feels like my kind of town.”
“Well, then it’s settled.” He smiled over at me. “I like it too. So tell me more about it.”
I had a guide book on my lap that we’d picked up at a rest stop while still in Sweden. I’d been reading Noel random Oslo facts and tidbits for the past hour. And I was more than ready to regale him with more.
As we traveled through the downtown to our hotel, I looked around, noting we were perfectly angled that to our left was what the guide book touted as “an interesting part of the Oslo skyline.”
Pointing that way, I said to Noel, “Look over there. Check out those buildings. See how they’re built in a straight line, but stand at all varying heights?”
Scrunching down and peering over, he said, “Yeah, that’s cool. I see what you mean.”
“It says here,” I went on, “those are known as the ‘barcode’ buildings.”
“Huh.” He took another quick look. “Wow, you’re right. Lined up like that, they really do look like a giant barcode on the skyline.”
“It’s pretty cool, right?”
“Very cool, Maisie, very cool. And for the record, I like learning these little facts with you.”
He smiled over at me, and I grinned back.
Noel was obviously enjoying our excursion as much as I was. That made me so freaking happy.
He looked amazing today too, like always. His blond hair was slicked back, making his face more chiseled than ever.
He had such an amazing face; I never tired of looking at it.
It was also neat that we’d unintentionally dressed alike. Both of us had on faded distressed jeans and black long-sleeved tees.
Feeling close to Noel, I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh.
“I’m having such a good time already,” I said softly. “I’m glad we’re doing this.”
“I am too, Maisie. It feels great to get away with you.”
“It does,” I agreed. “This really feels special.”
“It does.”
Noel peered over at me pointedly, and I knew then that he meant more than just us enjoying Oslo. It’d been left unsaid, but both of us were ready for more physically.
We’d progressed slowly to this point, mainly due to me, but it was finally time to take things to the next level.
I wanted more too. I just wanted the timing to be right. I had a feeling, though, that it would be soon.
Oslo just felt right.
After checking into the hotel, Noel kept good on his promise and drove us straight over to Frogner Park.
On first glance, many of the Vigeland sculptures did indeed appear strange.
Like, there was a giant man statue juggling babies, and one of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. That one prompted Noel to make several funny comments.
Leaning in, he murmured, “That kid looks like some of my teammates when they miss a shot.”
I burst out laughing. “Do they really get that mad? ’Cause that baby looks pissed as hell.”
He assured me, “Some of the players really do get pissed like that. I kid you not. Of course, I would never behave that way.”
Chuckling, and thinking about the semi-final game where Noel broke his stick in two, I said, “Oh, no, of course you would never be like that.”
I had appreciated his passion that day, though. I couldn’t wait to see it expressed in other ways.
As we strolled through the park, I surmised the sculptures really were quite genius. Ones that at first appeared strange were anything but when put into context.
As I’d read in that magazine article, many of the themes dealt with the circle of life, including love and relationships. Those were the ones that made me think about my relationship with Noel. As I had realized a few days prior, it was no longer about procuring a plane ticket home.
It hadn’t been for a while.
I truly cared for the guy.
And I knew he felt the same way about me.
That’s when it hit me—I had to come clean.
There was no choice anymore.
So I made a decision then and there I would tell Noel the truth, the whole truth. I’d share the story of how I’d come to be deserted in Stockholm thanks to my mother, and how I wasn’t really a carefree tourist. I’d tell him I wasn’t much of a college student, either. That I’d only ever taken two classes.
I’d also come clean about how I lived in a trailer, and that I couldn’t afford a car.
Hard as it would be, I’d admit I only took an interest in him originally to scam a plane ticket back home.
But I’d make sure he knew that I no longer felt that way.
I cared for him deeply.
In fact, I was falling for Noel Sandlund.
Or had I already fallen?
Shit, did I love him?
As I stood there, staring blankly at one of the park’s showpieces, a giant obelisk of people reaching and clambering toward something bigger than themselves—how fitting—Noel touched my arm.
“Maisie, are you all right? You look like you’re really feeling bothered by something.”
I shook my head.
It wasn’t the right time to get into any of this.
I said, “No, I’m fine,” then took a breath.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, but is it okay if we head back to the hotel now? There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
“Sure, that’s fine.” He glanced at his watch. “We should head back over there, anyway.”
“Why’s that?” I asked, curious as to what was up.
Smiling at me slyly, Noel said, “There’s something I want you to see back in our room.”
I had no idea what he was up to, but I was curious to find out.
Maybe I was just using that curiosity to delay the inevitable talk we needed to have.
Whatever the case, I decided that for now I’d hold off on my big confession.
Making Her Mine
I was anxious to find out what Maisie wanted to talk about. She sounded so serious. But I hop
ed it could wait a little while.
I had a really romantic evening planned back at our hotel. At least, I hoped it would turn out that way. I’d certainly taken the steps to make it so.
While we were at the park, checking out the naked statues, the housekeeping staff, on my direction, was decking out the hotel room with fragrant fresh flowers and dozens of candles. I’d also requested they leave bubble bath and big fuzzy robes in the bathroom for us.
We had a huge tub that fit two, so why not take advantage of it?
If all went as planned, I’d finally take Maisie to bed tonight.
But now I wasn’t so sure.
On our way back to the hotel, things weren’t looking too promising. Maisie was being unusually quiet. I assumed it had something to do with whatever it was she wanted to talk about.
“Ah, hell…” Instead of tabling any discussion for later, I just flat-out asked, “What did you want to talk to me about, Maisie? Maybe we should just address it now.”
“Oh?”
She sounded surprised I’d brought it up. I guess that was why she suddenly backpedaled.
“It was nothing really,” she said in a rush. “It can definitely wait.”
I paused for a second, and then said, “Are you sure? You’re being really quiet over there, kind of like there might be something heavy weighing on your mind.”
Maisie waved me off, looking nervous as she did.
“No, no. I’m just thinking. That’s all.”
I felt compelled to press, asking, “About what?”
She seemed to scramble for an answer, eventually saying, “Um, I was just wondering what you have up your sleeve for when we get back to the hotel.”
Hmm, I doubted that was it. But I sensed it’d be wise to let a potentially serious discussion drop for the time being.
So, winking over at her, I said, “Ah, you’ll find out soon enough.”
“I can’t wait.”
The mood lightened then, and we talked and laughed about the fun we’d had at the park. I was just happy Maisie was back to her usual self. I was also pumped she was clearly feeling rather frisky. She was leaning over and kissing my cheek, my neck, and other parts.
By the time we were back at the hotel, Maisie was all over me.
“Wow.” I chuckled as we made our way through the hotel lobby to the elevators, amid a few curious stares. “Those statues really worked you up, huh?”
She stopped groping me, removing her hand from my ass long enough to snort, “Hmpff. Would you prefer I stopped touching you?”
“No, no, not at all.” I whisked her into the elevator, encircling her in my arms. “You just keep on doing what you’re doing, babe.”
“Mmm, I think I will.”
Once the elevator doors closed and we were ascending to our floor, we kissed and groped with abandon. We were both heated to the boiling point by the time we reached our room.
I couldn’t wait to get Maisie undressed and under me. I was in such a fog of lust that I actually almost forgot about the arrangements I’d made.
But I remembered the second we stepped into the room.
How could I not?
The aroma of flowers punctuated the air, and the whole room was aglow with the light of dozens of candles.
“Wow, Noel…” Maisie pulled away from me and spun around in a little circle. “I love this. Did you have the hotel staff do this while we were out?”
“I did,” I replied sheepishly.
She turned to me, brow arched. “No wonder you were up for going to the park right away.”
I laughed, walking over to her. “That wasn’t my sole reason for going to the park. You made me interested when you said there’d be nude statues, remember?”
“Ha, ha.” She swatted my arm. “Stop kidding around.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Okay. But I am glad you like all of this.”
I followed her eyes as she took another sweeping perusal of the romantic room.
“I just can’t believe you set it all up for me,” she murmured.
“I did, Mais. I did.”
“Oh, Noel…” Rising to her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around me. “You are far too good to me.”
I lowered my lips to hers, and murmured, “Only because you deserve the best, babe.”
“You say that a lot,” she sighed.
“Only because it’s true.”
I kissed her again, this time while backing her toward the bed.
Once we reached the mattress’s edge, we toppled onto the downy soft comforter.
A few seconds were spent scooting up to the pillows, but then we got back down to the business of making out.
Kissing, kissing, and not coming up for air.
Who needed air when you were subsisting on love?
The significance of that passing thought was lost on me in the heat of the moment. Even though we made out all the time, this was…different. We both knew there’d be no more holding back.
Lifting my body from Maisie, I popped open the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper.
Looking down at her, I raised a brow. “Should I keep going?”
She nodded, so I lifted her top to just above her sexy black bra. The lacy edge of the silky cups called to me to just tear the damn thing off. But I held back. If it had been any other woman, I wouldn’t have.
But this was Maisie, and I wanted to take my time with her.
Not to mention, I kind of liked the way her rolled-up top was squeezing her breasts together. It looked super sexy.
Taking her in, I breathed out a raspy, “You are so fucking hot, Maisie from Arizona.”
Reaching up, she caressed my stubbled cheek. “You’re pretty hot yourself, Noel from Nevada.”
I cupped her breast, murmuring, “The things I want to do to you…”
“So do them,” she urged.
Yeah, do them, my cock concurred.
I slid my hand down to her flat stomach, splaying my fingers wide as I marveled, “You are so damn soft.”
Everything about this woman called to me as a male.
And she knew it.
Smiling wickedly, she slid her hand down my abs to my groin.
Cupping my erection through my jeans, Maisie groaned, “Hmm, I may be soft, but you’re hard as fuck, Noel.”
“It’s because of you. I’m hard for you.”
I wanted her hand on me bare, not through the fucking jeans. And I got my wish when Maisie yanked down the zipper and slid her hand under my boxer briefs.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned.
Toying with the head of my cock, she circled and teased. And I grew longer and harder.
When she full-on grasped me, I ground out a ragged, “Don’t stop.”
But Maisie did stop, only so she could say, “I want to do something for you, Noel. Before anything else happens.”
Confused, I muttered, “Huh, what?”
I was clearly gone, my head mush. Good thing Maisie had control of the situation.
Shimmying down the bed and angling her head to where I lifted, she rasped, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
Shit.
It wasn’t like I was going to fight “this.”
My jeans were already halfway down my ass, so Maisie had only to let go of me long enough to yank the denim down the rest of the way, along with my boxer briefs.
My cock sprang free, and her hot mouth was on me instantly.
“Jesus, Maisie. Damn.”
The things she did with her tongue, the way her full lips wrapped around me, I was in heaven.
But the one thing I didn’t want was for this to end too soon.
And it would if I let her continue.
With great reluctance, urging her head back, I murmured, “Hold up a sec.”
Flopping onto my back, I tugged her up on to me.
“Why’d you stop me?” she asked.
Caressing her raven hair away from her face, I touched my fingers to her swol
len lips.
“I loved everything you were doing, trust me, babe. But now it’s my turn.”
Total Bliss
Noel said it was his turn, so who was I to deny him?
I wasn’t sure how he’d done it—the man was freaking skilled—but in no time my jeans, my panties, my bra, and my long-sleeved tee were all off and on the floor.
I was on my back, knees spread wide, with Noel’s head between my legs.
“Holy crap, you don’t mess around,” I gasped.
He laughed, his warm breaths teasing at my folds. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, babe.”
He wasn’t kidding.
He sucked my clit into his warm mouth, his tongue doing amazing things, making me cry out, “Yes!”
For as skilled as Noel was in taking off my clothes, he was a master at pleasing me with his mouth.
He took his time, licking me languorously, parting me, and straight-up fucking me with his tongue.
I came not once, but twice.
No, wait, make that three times.
I was at Noel’s mercy, putty in his hands, by the time he kissed his way up my body to my lips.
“Kiss me, Maisie,” he demanded. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I liked this totally in-control Noel.
He lowered his body down to mine, our lips entangled as his hard cock pushed into my hip. I groaned and he readjusted, till he was right the fuck there.
I wanted more, and fast, so I shifted until the crown of his dick was pressed almost into me.
Noel pulled back slightly, and chuckled.
“Maisie, is there something you want?”
“Don’t be a tease.” I circled my hips, his length rubbing against my clit and over my entrance again and again.
“Look who’s talking,” he said.
I picked up the pace, breathing out, “I want you so much. I’m not teasing. Can’t you tell?”
“I can,” he purred.
“So take me. Slide your cock into me and fuck me hard.”
“Jesus.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I should go get a condom first, though, yes?”
“You don’t have to,” I breathed out, my hips circling faster and faster. “I’m on birth control to keep my cycles regular. And I’m clean.”