by V. Theia
Everything touches.
They mean so much to me but I’m powerless to form words, so I let my little sobs tell him how much I enjoy it. I’m not so sure I’ve hidden my true feelings, but it doesn’t feel so vital in the moment now that we’re naked.
“My sweet kitten. I love making you shake here,” he brushed a fingertip over my clit. I notice everything. How can I not? Noah was naked in front of me. I’m never blinking again. His forearms corded with defined muscle and veins, he dropped his head again pushing the puffy skin open to gain access. My back undulated making me arch up off the bed for more. He followed it with a slow lick, just lunged in mouth first and licked me from top to bottom and back again.
Speaking directly into my pussy making me huff out a startled giggle.
I can’t believe we’re naked on his bed and his mouth is attached to my nether region. It’s a fantasy come to life.
“I want inside you. Inside all this wet. I need to feel how tight it gets on my cock.”
Holy. God.
I became pure gooseflesh.
Maybe I’d feel better if Noah showed signs of being nervous, but he’s oozing confidence in his tone as he continued his exploration.
I’m going to be the first pussy he’s had.
I don’t have enough skin to contain my excitement.
I assumed I told him I wanted that too. Only I can’t truly be sure, since everything sounded like rushing water in my ears. There’s a babbling brook inside my head and I’m so overly eager my breath came in choppy pants. I reached for his shoulders, felt how warm and hard they were, and they stayed there as he prowled up my body.
My gaze lifted, latching onto his. I’d be a moron if I couldn’t recognize how turned on Noah is. The very proof of it is not only in his deep-set face but in the long, thick baseball bat caught between us. The one currently leaking at the swollen tip onto my stomach.
The very same one I long to wrap my fingers around and jerk until he roared.
His arousal affected me more than my own, blowing the top off my fucking skull.
My inner confidence, which usually resides at quicksand level is now on the ceiling, it’s so large I took the bold move and shifted out from under Noah and climbed on top of him, my legs bracketed his waist.
He’s so big all over I didn’t even cover his chest and it made me feel tiny and amazing, his hands held my thighs, those heavy lids covering ocean-stained eyes watched me get into place as I kissed over his pecs.
I sucked on a nipple then its twin, making my way down the rigid belly, mentally mapping my way to memory and further still to the cock so wide and steel-like resting against his abs my mouth dried up.
Holy crap. He’s so perfect.
I muttered a kind of gaspy-starved-want-to-blow-you-now sound when I opened and swallowed the tip between my lips to taste him again.
My system jolted.
Mouth filled with water. Anticipation and eagerness urged me forward.
From the way he looked at me I know I’m giving what he liked.
This suck wasn’t to get him off, not right away anyway.
I smiled and licked him a little. Just because I could. Because I need to.
My voice cracked along with my resolve to take this slow. “Is this what you want?”
A growled noise blasted past his lips. A pleased chuckle locked in mine. The sound was so Noah, so impatient like always as his hands fisted into my hair and guided my head. “Suck my cock. Do it now. I’m fucking dying here. Let me see those lips worship like I know they can.”
Oh, he had no idea just how deviant I wanted to worship him. After a few teasing swipes that made him grunt I encased his cock in my greedy lips.
The plump head filled my entire mouth almost to capacity. Noah was not small anywhere. And when I began to slide him inside, my hum of pleasure almost eclipsed the tortured hiss from Noah as he pumped straight in and deeper than I was set to take at first until I hollowed my cheeks.
He clutched the back of my neck. “Fuck, yeah, kitten. That feels good. Fuck. That’s it, suck for me.”
I hummed around his praise, warmth filled my chest. I wanted to please him more than I’ve wanted anything.
He guided me in and out. Taking an inch more each time.
Through his hisses and fucks, I knew he was restrained from the movement of his guidance. He allowed me to tease him though it corded his neck and made his hands tighten on my nape. I might be the first woman Noah’s had, but I’m in no doubt he’s in charge of just how I suck. He gave enough of a push to enjoy my mouth but not to choke me
“Fuck. Take me in. It feels so goddamn good. Suck like you want to steal all my thoughts through my dick, kitten, that’s it, fuck yeah...”
We groaned together.
Every oral experience I’ve ever had in the past is just that; past and gone. Replaced with Noah’s beautiful cock pulsing inside the hollow of my cheek as I rolled him slowly in and out.
I savored him like melted chocolate. I can’t get enough of his grunt. I earned each one.
I did my best to swallow the fullness of him until he hit the soft part of my throat, but mostly I just held on and enjoyed the sensation of him fucking my face. I’d be hoarse tomorrow and I couldn’t wait. Getting lost in the feel of him, the way he gripped both sides of my head, leading me to the tempo of jacking he needed from my mouth.
Oh, merciful god. I could suck on him all day long until I die of thirst.
Pleasure rang between my thighs.
As hard as my mind whirled. I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. I wanted this and him. I could overanalyze later when I wasn’t laid on top of a naked Noah with his dick burning down my throat.
I sucked and hummed.
For every dirty fantasy I’ve had about Noah, this was better.
“Enough,” he groaned. A smacking pop release later he hauled me up, pulled me against his chest as his mouth slammed mine. I swallowed his harsh exhale in exchange for mine. We traded air like it’s our new currency.
It’s almost frightening the way I lost all sense of myself. There’s only him, his mouth, his warmth pinning me in muscle and hardness.
His starved mouth descended and latched a waiting nipple, his big hands cupped my behind, holding me steady like he thought I might want to escape.
He must be crazy, I’d crawl into his skin if I could.
My legs wrapped around his waist at the point he rolled me beneath him.
I couldn’t get over his insane strength and how he used it adeptly only in service of me.
Then my attention shifted.
It’s too much. I’m losing my mind in drugging pleasure.
“Sena?”
I forced my sex-heavy eyelids to open.
His touch gauged. Fingers around my throat tipped my head, he stroked down my chest and pinched a nipple. I sighed dreamily pushing my tit into his hand.
And he smiled.
“Do you want this?” This being the cock he’s rimming with his own fingers, he jacked himself slowly, up and down, squeezing the tip as if to stave off his climax. I’m transfixed.
I snorted while my face became pink. There’s no room for shyness now. We might be new at this, but I’m sure when I told him. “I’m naked on your bed. I want this. I want you, Noah.”
“Good. I want you too.” His fingers followed the line of my ribs up to cup both breasts where he weighed them in his palms, thumbs brushed the tips. I shivered and squirmed, my legs shamelessly opened. I’m all need. I inhale his every hissed reaction, half-waiting for him to call a halt. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Perfect.”
His solid body covered mine.
We kissed. Hot and deep.
And just as I’m sucking on his tongue like I’m at the last supper I felt him notch himself to my entrance.
The entire world stopped moving.
I’d never truly appreciated that saying before, it shifted my molecules through my body until I was a trembled mess.
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The world stopped with Noah’s tip soaked in my wet, and I was changed. Pleasure rang my bell. All those clichés of having no air and blurred vision became a reality. It’s just me and him and this life changing moment.
It’s monumentally huge.
So was his dick as I lifted greedily to take him in. I wanted him in the deepest part of me.
“Touch yourself,” he husked. Liquefied eyes the color of the ocean at night swept down my exposed body, singeing me on their ascent as they held mine in his commanding way.
I’m so happy to comply. My fingers slipped wet against my clit, shyly bracketing his condom-covered length I urgently wanted to know if it felt as good to him as it did to me, as my inner walls gave and allowed him to sink in. My brain exploded inside my skull and Noah mounted all his body over me and braced hands my head.
I’m surrounded by him.
Mouths inches apart we shared a glance and air.
Time stopped.
And then he began to move.
Impaling into me deep and steady, holding himself still inside for a split second before the rhythm began again.
“Oh, fuck,” his face buried in the side of my neck as he muttered the curse, he licked and kissed me. The saturation of his voice lulled me as effective as a sex drug coursing through my veins.
To me Noah was addiction and need and want all tied in an obsessed desire and as his hips rolled so did mine meeting him equally.
I knew he’d be like this, somehow, in my fantasies, he’s exactly as I imagined he’d be. Almighty. Formidable. Directing my breaths, each one dragged from my lungs, every reaction I had he controlled. Working my body like a puppet.
He made me experience sex on a whole new level, forcing groans out of me and greedy, grabbing gasps of his name with each plunge.
I floated in that way you get inside a dream.
Dream or not, it no longer mattered.
I couldn’t take it.
Too big. Too there inside me filling so deep it’s a wonder I can breathe, I’ve never been so full before.
And then he moved with more purpose, a faster, feverish pumping, my dizzying head distorted my vision. I closed my eyes and took his hammered thrusts, it’s too much pleasure, before I know it, I’ve bitten into his shoulder to contain my cries. It only spurred Noah on harder, his grunts brushed the side of my cheek.
“Please. Oh, please.” I realized I’m already begging two minutes in, who fucking cares? Pride was just a hollow five-letter word at this point and meant nothing when I’m beneath my dream man being railed into the mattress.
Oh god, he knows how to fuck. I’m mindless as my whole body seized from the inside out.
“You have no idea how sexy you sound taking it from me,” he gruffed, lips at my ear, he pushed down to the pubic bone. “I know what you need, kitten. You want fucking hard with my cock and my mouth and my fingers until you can’t see for orgasms.” He punctured each directive with a heavy slide, it’s wet and hard and oh, so fricking incredible.
I can only dig nails into his back and go with the momentum as he skimmed his lips down my exposed throat. He goes on. “Slow and deep, kitten baby, until you’re stretched out and you still feel me there in the morning. Is that what you need?”
His words entered me like an arrow, pierced me low and dirty, flooding me with hormones until all I tasted was those magical words. I murmured please over and over. “Noah. God, yeah.” A dirty sinner in church is pure innocence in comparison to my immediate thoughts.
I lifted my hips. It’s all I can offer. I’m boneless as my climax approached.
And with thumbs that clutched my hipbones, he positioned me to take it, our eyes locked, the dirty grunts he emitted brushed my mouth, and he slammed forward, robbing me of sight as wave after wave crashed through me.
He fucked me raw.
Noah fucked me.
Oh, god. Taking me in the way I’d dreamed, in fact this is nothing my brain could have invoked. It’s new and dark and raw and so hot I whined with my teeth sank into his shoulder because part of my brain couldn’t grasp this was happening.
“Noah. Please. Jesus. It’s so good, you’re incredible.” Violent need clashed inside me. If I’d had an iota of myself I was keeping back it’s gone now, surrendered at the altar of Noah.
He pumped me hard, harder. And muttered. “Should be gentle. Gentle. Fuck.”
“No.” I panted, raking my nails against the back of his neck, down his spine, back up to score his shoulder blades, just to hold on. “Hard, Noah. I need, please don’t stop.” I want so much and though I know he’s so much bigger than my body can take, that he’ll split me open, he somehow sinks in deeper, my body orgasm-softened around him, submitting like the greedy bitch I am, I moaned my contentment against his damp skin and he gave me exactly what I need by working me hard enough to rattle my teeth out of my head.
“Sena,” warm air chuffed my cheek, we’re locked at so many points of contact. “I’m not stopping until I physically can’t fuck, you understand?” A hand gripped me by the back of my head, angling me so I’m looking deep into his eyes. “I want this.” He chanted my name after each thrust. Sena. Sena. Sena.
And we fuck like we’re about to die.
“You’re tight and small. I can’t fucking stand it,” his thrusts became staccato. And I’m on the fricking ceiling somewhere, mindless in how he made me feel. “Feels so good, you feel incredible, Sena.” He peppered me in hot kisses. My lips found his neck and stayed there for a month.
I greeted his praise with a flushed smile and a murmur that’s part gasp, part pleasure, like his enjoyment was better than gold bullions dipped in the sex-sweat of Thor.
“If this is my fantasy, don’t wake me.” I pleaded and heard him laugh.
“You’re not dreaming. It’s better than dirty dreams or your filthy texts.” I wondered for a second has he thought of this before? But my question died on a hard slam that hit my soft insides, my body buckled.
The fresh rushing orgasm tackled me. His slams didn’t let up, if anything my pleasure triggered Noah’s and he went into free-fall fuck mode.
Every day Noah is sexy.
Noah fucking is mind-blowing sexy.
How all his muscles harden at once and he curled his hips to grab at the vines of bliss gathering at the base of his spine.
He came with an inaudible shudder that racked his entire body on the last plant he pushed me deep into the bed and pinned me on a ragged grunt.
I felt him filling the condom with warm liquid and for a dark flash, I wanted it dripping out of me onto the bed, coating my inner thighs.
All the tautness left him on a hard exhale.
My heart galloped as we came down from the high.
There’s no room for regret, not when I see his dilated eyes. Noah dropped his head to the crook of my neck before he rolled off me. A seconds worth of loss slammed into me before he hauled and placed me half over his chest, our legs tangling together, and he repeated the neck kisses.
Post-sex Noah is cuddly.
His hands roamed slowly, cupping and squeezing my backside, tickling over my ribs and the dimples at the base of my spine.
Me? I’m just basking like a beached whale being poured with water.
I’m frightened of what comes next. What do we say?
So, I don’t wait. I lifted my head and smashed our lips together, swallowed his grunt as I engaged his tongue in southern warfare of the desperate kind.
Minutes tick by with only sounds of wet kissing.
“Did you say at one point, don’t ever fucking stop fucking me?” The entertained smile in his voice made my lips flicker a grin against his. I might have done, it all got hazy for a while there. I could have invoked Satan and not known. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
As hard as I’d orgasmed, it takes one taste of Noah and my body was ready. I shamelessly rocked myself against him.
All that’s buzzing in my head is; I’ve made him hard
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He’s a solid pole between my legs and I’m dripping down my own thighs with how much I need another fuck. I got up on my knees, straddled his legs. I clumsily took the condom off him, dispensed with it on the nightstand (classy) and I reached for another all without breaking his hooded gaze while he petted his big hand down my spine.
“Is there something you need, kitten?” One end of his mouth quirked. Oh, he knew alright. I’m practically falling all over him to get at him again.
He plucked a nipple and the tension inside me was broken.
“Yeah. More.” I considered it a miracle I’m capable of one syllable words.
Propped against the headboard, he used a thumb to sit his weapon of a dick up to his belly button. Stiff and ready.
My tits pushed into his face, hands pressed to the headboard, I took my seat and sank. I sank so deep until there was no more room.
It was fast and energetic again.
He watched me ride him saying things like; beautiful. And take me all the way in and give me all your wet. I confess, Noah dirty talking pushed me over the edge.
My wildest dreams could get filthy at times, but hearing him saying dirty things, evocative notes dripping in his rumbled tone had me careening.
I mumbled words that made no sense.
He’s somehow got me talking in tongues.
This man who hadn’t fucked a woman before, knew my body better than any other man I’ve ever been with and he not only pushed me over the edge, he slam dunked me with a deep, rumbled groan from the back of his throat.
“Oh, god. I’m coming, Noah.”
“That’s it. Fuck. That’s it.” He grunted grabbing my hips, taking over the steering of my ship as he lifted and dropped me down and pounded his own pleasure out by ramming me until there was no more room inside.
I’m pure liquid on top of him, my bones are gone, I’m fizzing champagne encased in rubbery skin.
There’s no words we need to say right then.
We settled into breathing and holding.
I’m simply delirious.
High on Noah.
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Hello, hottie alert.
My pulse tripped over itself watching the lethargic walk as Noah exited the bathroom some time later, steam billowed out after him. I’d popped into the shower minutes before while I thought he was still sleeping. Only he hadn’t been and was propped up in bed when I emerged wrapped in a towel.