by Lisa Fenwick
“It will. But this was why the tease was so important.”
I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t imagine my body would be able to take something as substantial as what was in my hand.
Noah slipped one of his hands between my thighs and let it slide all the way up. All the way. He pushed, lightly but insistently, at my upper leg. I was suddenly very aware of how wet I was. It was just nature taking its course and making sure I was ready for him. I was still very self-conscious about it and didn’t immediately let him part my thighs until he backed away a bit, rubbing my softness there. The attention calmed me, and I rolled over onto my back and opened myself up for him.
He didn’t immediately hop up onto me or get grabby. He just stroked me a little more, each pass bringing him slowly lower to where I was most sensitive. When he finally hit the right spot, my back involuntarily arched, and my legs straightened out. I felt my grip on him tighten up and had to warn myself to not grasp too hard. It wouldn’t do me any good at all to break him right then.
I tapped his shoulder and turned to face him. He looked up at me from the crook of my neck, where his head had drifted while he stroked me. “Hmm,” I purred at loving every stroke and touch that he was giving me.
His hand moved lower, to the entrance to my body, and he curled his torso, bringing his mouth down past my breasts to my belly.
I had enough book knowledge of intimacy—fact and fiction both—to know immediately what he was offering. All of my reading had described it as a beautiful and wonderful thing when done right. Judging by the way everything else he’d done to me so far had felt, I swallowed down my sudden shyness at allowing him that kind of intimacy with me and decided to just keep tripping over the curb. “Don’t stop, Noah. I want more,” I said with a purr as Noah kissed my belly, just below my ribs. Then he moved farther down, drawing a line of little pecks to my belly button, and he kept on going. Right at the top, he changed direction and kissed toward my left hip and from there followed the fold of my thigh back down and to the middle. His hand was not idle all this time, teasing at my lips, sliding up and down them, pinching gently, slipping just a tiny bit inside.
Those little incursions were the worst. He had me so aroused, and my body was so desperate to be filled by him that those little visits by his fingertips made me want to scream. Every time he did it, I tried to lower myself on the bed, chasing his touch, hoping to capture a finger, bring it inside of me.
When he added the ministrations of his rapid, deft tongue to the mix, I swore I was going to just die of frustration if he didn’t take me soon. He slipped a finger fully into me, which sated my desire temporarily, but soon enough, it came back with a fury. A second finger and a more insistent tongue introduced me to a whole new world of pleasure that distracted me again from my desperate need to have him inside of me. Those new sensations intrigued me, and I let myself focus on how it felt. Whatever he was doing with his fingers inside of me was causing my back to lift off the bed, my fists to grasp handfuls of blanket, my head to roll back. He was causing a buildup of unbearable pressure and tension that was very different from what his tongue was doing. His mouth was pleasing me in a way that was similar to what I could do myself, only it was a lot better. What his fingers were doing inside was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and I wanted him to keep doing it. He’d developed this rhythm that was almost fast enough to push that tension up over the edge. I listened to my body and let my hips tell him what I needed.
Noah heard them and adjusted a little bit, and not five seconds later, I was pounding my fists on the bed, I’d clamped the poor man’s head between my thighs, and my voice was echoing off the walls of the small bedroom.
He took it all in stride, easing up on what he was doing as I gradually came down from the heights he’d just taken me to.
“Now, Amy?” he asked, as he crawled up my body.
I could feel his solid cock resting on my thigh.
“Yes. Now,” I said, panting.
With a little side-to-side of his hips, he lifted and opened my legs. I rested them on his thighs and put my arms around him. I was surprised that he was able to find me without using his hands, just a slide forward with his hips, and I felt him up against me. He made the tiniest pause then entered me.
I gasped. I couldn't believe how effortlessly he slid in and how deliciously full I felt once he was completely inside of me. I clamped my legs around him because I wanted to just savor that feeling for a while. With my arms, I embraced him tightly, bringing my head next to his. I started babbling all sorts of gibberish as my brain tried to make sense of how beautifully connected I felt to Noah at that moment. I was glad he couldn’t hear it, because I was just about speaking in tongues and I didn’t want him to think I was crazy.
I knew there was still more, so I loosened my grip so he could take charge again. He fell right into a pleasing rhythm, peppy enough to really get me going but not so fast as to seem like a desperate teenager. It was a confident pace, and I gave him the touches and the breathy whispers in his ear that he could feel, even if he couldn’t hear them, to let him know he was pleasing me.
It was just that easy.
Before long, I felt the waves of pleasure in my body lining up and pulsing through me, starting down between my hips. Every time he filled me, the sensations intensified and reached out farther from that epicenter, until my very skin was tingling and I swore my hair was standing on end. I dug my fingers into his back as I felt the dam about to burst.
“Yes, Amy,” he whispered breathlessly into my ear, and he introduced me to a second flavor of climax. I held on for dear life as it crashed through me. My own pleasure definitely released his, because his whole body got tight, and his legs tensed up as he pushed against me, as if he was trying to get all of his being inside of me. Through clenched teeth, he moaned my name, and he slowly let his entire weight sink onto me.
I tousled his hair and kissed his cheeks as little aftershocks shivered through the both of us. I tapped his shoulder, and he looked at me.
“That was beautiful,” I said. “More beautiful than I ever could have imagined. Thank you.”
“I had no idea I’d ever feel that again,” he said. “Thank you.”
Noah rolled off me and pulled me up beside him so I could rest my head on his shoulder. My body was physically exhausted after what we’d just done, but my mind and heart were alive and on fire. Out in the living room, I heard Smokey yawn.
“Oh. He’s going to need to go out soon. Unless you’d like me to go back home,” I said.
“I’d like you to stay,” Noah said, nuzzling into my neck and kissing me.
“Good. I’d really like to stay too. Fifteen minutes, and we’ll take the dogs out for a walk?”
He laughed, “And then we’ll be back here together in my bed after we’re done with the dogs.”
It was a deal that I wouldn’t pass up, and my first time had been better than I’d imagined, because not only was I fond of Noah, but I was clearly in love with him.
Chapter Eighteen
Noah
The Present
The sun woke me up before Amy. I went to the kitchen and opened the back door so the dogs could go out. I set out some food and water for when they came back in and was just getting set up to start a pot of coffee. Like the night before, I saw Amy’s reflection in a window as she came into the kitchen.
I turned around, and she was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but the first light of a new day.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Good morning.” I walked over and kissed her. Immediately, it intensified from a morning greeting to an order to return to the bedroom.
“You might have created a monster,” she said as we tumbled onto the bed together.
“A man-eater?” I asked.
“One man in particular.”
I held her tight and rolled over to bring her up on top of me. She had the most perfect breasts for that position. They w
ere proportioned just right for her slender frame with dark nipples that stood up with just the slightest touch. “Give me those,” I said, pulling one down to my mouth. While I kissed and sucked at her chest, she let one hand wander down to stroke me.
I started to feel her body quake, and she tapped my shoulder. I let her up so I could see her face.
“How does this work?” she asked.
I could tell by the way she was stroking me and holding her hips high above my body what she meant.
I helped with aligning our bodies, and she took me into her, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. I could see her mouth moving but had no chance of knowing what was coming out of it.
“Experiment, play, do whatever. Take your pleasure however you’d like,” I said.
What ensued was a good half hour of laughter and giggling and a few slightly uncomfortable moments when she moved in an odd direction or we fell out of sync with each other. Sometimes I’d slip out, and we’d make out for a minute or two before recoupling. It was probably the most joyous and gleeful sex I’d ever had in my life, admiring Amy’s beauty while she learned her body and how it fit with mine. I focused on just relaxing, letting her explore, until she said, “Okay. My legs are not used to this.”
I rolled her onto her back and finished up gently.
Several minutes passed. I was glad that I didn’t actually start the coffee brewing before Amy came into the kitchen, or it would certainly have become strong mud.
“I think Boy wants to come back in,” she said.
“I’ll go get them. Are you ready for breakfast?”
“I’m starving, but I’d like to clean up first,” Amy said. “Do you think the shower here is big enough for two, though?”
“I think we like each other enough to make it work.”
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The advantage of being on a long sabbatical from work and Amy having a steady income was that neither of us had any obligations over the next few days. She spent a couple more nights at the cottage with me, taking a walk back to her place once a day to make sure everything was good there and change clothes. Her stops home gave us each a little bit of downtime from the rush of a sudden, new relationship. Since it was her very first go at one, and my last one had ended with way too many people lying and deceiving me, taking a little bit of time every day to recharge and reflect was doing both of us a world of good.
I’d also been able to show off my cooking skills for her. I suspected that if we did end up making a serious thing out of it, we’d either have to be careful trying to outdo each other in the kitchen or commit to a lot of time walking and exercising!
“I need to ask you something, Noah, and this is going to sound strange.”
She had me curious as I stopped and waited for her question.
“Go on.”
“What do you look like? I mean, I know what you look like, because I’ve touched your face. But the color of your hair. Your eyes. What are they?”
I laughed. “Nothing interesting, dark hair and matching eyes. Both brown. Sorry?”
She shook her head. “Don’t be silly. I wondered from the start. Now, it feels only natural to paint that picture in my mind about what you look like. I do have another question.”
“Hmm, what color is my—”
“No! Would you like to see my house?” she asked, as I was unloading the dishwasher. “Maybe try out my bed?”
“Great!”
“Besides, Smokey has been going through Boy’s food. I know you’re too polite to mention it, but I think my wolfhound eats more in a day than your poodle does in a week.”
“Not quite that bad but close,” I said. I packed an overnight bag while Amy finished up in the kitchen. We rounded up the dogs and left for her house.
“I've never taken this walk with anybody else. Smokey knows the route, but we’ve also got Boy with us. So your choices are to either not talk to me at all so I can keep my mind on where we are or let me give you the directions so you can navigate,” Amy told me as we shut the front gate behind us.
“Give me the route,” I said.
She gave me a very concise set of instructions and then warned me about some kids that lived on one of the corners. “They used to give Smokey a really wide berth, but over time they’ve realized he’s just a huge marshmallow. If I let him bark, they’ll back off, though. I have no idea how they’ll react to seeing me walking with somebody, what they might try to pull with you.”
“I’d have no idea what they were trying to say, unless they did it right in front of me, to my face.”
“It’s probably better that way,” Amy said. “They really are horrid little things.”
“Tell you what. If they come up with something creative, share it with me. Otherwise I’ll be happy to be blissfully ignorant.”
“Creativity is not one of their strong suits,” Amy said. “All right, let’s go.”
Sure enough, when we got to the corner Amy warned me about, three children started in at us. With my implants, I could tell they were making noise but couldn’t make out a single word. I could tell by their faces that they were not good children. They were little bullies. I knew the type, and when I was in litigation, I liked nothing more than to eviscerate one in a courtroom.
If Amy could see the looks on their faces, she would be proud of herself. They looked at her with contempt, not with superiority. The fact that they’d never been able to crack her after however many years of harassing her when she passed by their house had actually taken them down a few notches.
They clearly didn’t know what to do with me yet. I was somebody they didn’t know, and that was their first chance to get a rise out of me, to try me out. I just shot them back my best courtroom gaze, the one that I used when I had to pin a witness down and shake them.
One by one, they went silent and backed off.
After we’d gone half a block down, Amy turned to me. “I’ll be interested to see if that sticks when you’re not around.”
I almost told her that I’d be around for a while, but how long that might be was still a little undefined in my mind. I didn’t want to say anything too ambiguous that would hurt her. She deserved whatever certainty I could give her. Saying things about our future together that were vague and open ended would be needlessly cruel.
“Looks like we’re here,” I said when we got to her address. I didn’t need to say anything. Amy must have been keeping good track of our progress, and even if she hadn’t, Smokey knew his home.
I followed her inside. Her home was decorated not unlike the cottage. Everything was in high-contrast light and dark colors but not gaudy, and everything had its place. The overall effect was a sense of stark minimalism.
“I don’t have to reiterate my request that you not rearrange anything, do I?” she asked, playfully.
“Not at all.”
“There are two bathrooms. If you’d like to put any necessities in the guest one down here, that would be best. I have the one off my bedroom completely set up for myself right now.”
“As long as I can still shower with you,” I told her.
“Oh, of course!” She kissed me. “By the way, I cleared out the nightstand on the left side of the bed for you. I haven’t gotten you any closet space or a proper drawer or anything yet.”
“I don’t have anything that needs it right now. Where would be the best place for me to put my overnight bag?”
“In front of the nightstand, please. I never get out of bed on that side, so I won’t have to worry about tripping over it there. My bedroom is the door to your left at the top of the stairs.”
We had already worked out sides of the bed at the cottage, and she preferred the right side there as well. Probably because she was used to always rolling out of bed the same way in her house. I found the neatness of her house almost intimidating. I tended to be a pretty organized guy, but she was worlds beyond me on my best days.
After spending a quiet afternoon together, we went
out for a walk. Just the two of us, no dogs. She slipped her arm into mine and let me guide her. We wandered a few blocks with her checking with me occasionally on where we were, and ended up at Bev’s Home Cooking, the infamous restaurant only for the locals of Berwick.
The first thing I noticed when we walked in was Brent Hyde and his wife, Nancy. They waved to get my attention, and I brought Amy over. “The Hydes,” I whispered into her ear as we approached. Being on good terms with Brent and Nancy definitely caused a shift in the room, and I realized that I may not be a local yet, but I was a good enough guy to eat at Bev’s.
“We missed you at the garage on Sunday,” Brent said. “It has been nice having you by these past few weeks. Timmy Chesbro couldn’t stop talking about how helpful you were. He actually got the engine on his Bradley to fire up and ran it a bit this weekend. Said he couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Amy and I actually ended up spending the day together. But I will definitely be there this week.” As soon as I mentioned that, I saw them figure Amy and me out.
“Ah,” Brent said. “Good for you two, and Amy, you’re welcome to come too.”
“I would love to,” Amy said.
I saw a smile on her face. I knew she didn’t enjoy being a recluse. She just felt that she needed to be, but she didn’t. Not anymore.
Amy and I chatted with them for a few more minutes before getting a table for ourselves. After the waitress set us up with drinks, Amy lowered her menu so I could see her mouth and asked if the day’s specials were posted anywhere. Over the past few days, I had picked up that on the rare occasions that she went out, she’d looked up menus online and figured out what she wanted before leaving. She’d been to Bev’s often enough to have a couple favorites memorized and just looked-at the menu for show.
“You seem to get along really well with Brent,” she said after our food had arrived. “I didn’t realize you were a regular down at the garage.”