With the next thrust, she bucks her hips up against mine, taking me deeper.
We move together in perfect sync with each other, all the kisses and bites only send me spiraling further into the facts.
They are this: we are getting married, she is mine, no one will tear us apart.
Tinsley wraps her arms around my neck, her delicate fingers moving to my broad shoulders, digging her nails into my skin, urging me forward.
This is all I want.
All I’ve ever wanted.
“I love you,” She whispers.
“I love you.” My hoarse voice whisperers back, choked full of desire and emotion I’ve never felt until now.
Tinsley widens her legs for me, allowing my cock to penetrate her deeper, and deeper as I make love to her.
It is all-encompassing.
I draw out moan after moan, hearing my name over and over again.
My pleasure so overcomes her that her body quivers and shakes.
Watching this, watching her on the tip of orgasm, makes me want to blow.
One thought enters my mind: I want to get her pregnant, I want children with this woman.
And then, as though she knows what I’m thinking her climax comes, rolling over her body in a wave of decadent pleasure.
My cock throbs inside her, until I’m cumming inside her, a roar escaping my lips as I stuff her full of my cock with one last thrust.
Then I collapse on top of her, my cock still inside her as she wraps her arms around me.
We fall into delicious, decadent kisses, with all the time in the world.
6
Tinsley
July 24, 2017
Waking up in Noah’s bed is blissfully perfect. I stretch and watch the morning light streaming through the windows.
Looking out over Manhattan, it feels like I’ve got the city at my feet.
The world is in the palm of my hand.
With Noah and I engaged, we can do anything together.
When I turn over, I see that Noah’s already awake.
And then something sparkles in my eye.
I almost didn’t catch it.
On my finger, that finger, there is a gorgeous emerald cut blue diamond similar to the color of Noah’s eyes.
I analyze the simple, intricate platinum band, and the way the diamond looks on my finger for a moment.
“Noah, what is this?” I look at him.
His words come with a gentle smile, as he gets down on one knee, pulling me up to my feet.
“I’ve bought this because I knew that one day, I would be the man to put it on your finger.”
Everything he’s saying makes my heart soar.
“Oh my god Noah!” I cover my mouth, suddenly near tears.
“You are the love of my life, Tinsley Whittaker. You are the only woman I can envision spending my life with because you changed me. You changed me in every way I needed to change, and I am not whole without you.” His words are solemn and true.
I can’t stop myself from crying.
“You are far too great a woman for me, and I can only beg you to be my wife, and hope that you would accept me as I am,” He takes my hands.
“Of course, I’ll marry you!” I’m crying as he stands to pull me into his arms, enveloping me another deep kiss.
“You are more than good enough for me, Noah. You are the only man for me.” I cry.
“Good. Together, we’ll do whatever we want.” He promises.
It’s a promise I’ve longed to hear, for many years.
In the morning sunlight of a gorgeously sultry day, we drive out to Noah’s house in the Hamptons to celebrate.
The enormous compound is just like Noah, modern and sleek.
He leads me in the front door, and out onto the gorgeous terrace overlooking the ocean.
“This is beautiful!” I exclaim.
“And this is all yours?”
“Ours,” Noah corrects with a smile.
He takes my hand as the diamond sparkles in the sunlight.
“Ours,” His voice is softer this time.
Then he leans in and kisses me softly
A kiss that makes me tingle brings butterflies into my stomach and makes my mind go blessedly blank.
Kissing Noah never gets stale.
“What do you think?” Noah queries
He motions to the beautiful house before us, made mostly of glass and concrete.
Three floors of luxury.
“It’s wonderful!” I exclaim.
We strip down, out of her clothes and jump in the inviting infinity pool.
We plunge into the cold water; relief washes over me.
The water is beautiful on such a hot day.
Noah swims laps, and I paddle around, happy to be naked and in the presence of the man I love
We swim until it’s time to make lunch and Noah goes to take a shower.
But instead of making lunch, I decide to surprise him.
The hot water steams up the entire bathroom, and I slide the glass door aside, stepping under the spray of the rain shower.
Droplets of water slide down my body as I bite my lip.
“Well, well, I was hoping you’d join me,” Noah growls.
“I just needed to shower as well,” I tease him.
“I think not.” His hoarse voice replies.
Noah’s eyes scan my wet body, and I get a look at my muscular fiancé.
It’s like discovering him all over again, every hard muscle is dripping wet and glistening in the light, and I lick my lips.
I’m wet at the thought of him ravaging me, bending me over in the shower and taking what he wants from me.
This thought sets my body on fire, and I turn around, bending over, giving him a nice view of my plump ass.
Noah doesn’t hesitate, and I have to brace myself on the shower wall as his hard shaft slides between my lips.
All I feel is the raw animal heat between us as he vigorously fills me with his lengthy cock.
His girth is sizeable, and all I can think about is the way he drives into me, sliding in and out of my wet core.
“Noah!” my screams fill the shower, reverberating off the walls as my legs shake underneath me.
“You like that?” Noah grunts and he pumps into me harder, fulling me to the hilt with his perfect cock.
“Oh my god! Don’t stop!” I scream.
Every rough thrust fills me up and makes me cream under the spray of the water.
Our bodies dripping wet and hot respond to each other in perfect sync.
I press my hips down, against his cock on the next thrust.
“Oh god Tinsley,” he moans.
“I’m going to cum…”
“Please, please,” my voice begs him.
“Cum inside me.”
I need this; I need him to tip me over the edge.
And with one final thrust, Noah is spilling his seed inside me
This thrusts me into an orgasm so intense I can barely stand, the explosion of pleasure coursing through my body.
Noah pulls me against him, as I quiver in his arms.
The only thing keeping me standing is him until I can brace myself against the shower.
“God, I love it when you talk dirty.” He bites my lower lip, before grabbing the soap.
Gently, Noah soaps my body town, letting the water wash the soap away as he kisses every curve and dip of my body.
He steps out of the shower first, ready with a towel for me and then we both dress for lunch together.
It’s one of those rare occasions where Noah isn’t wearing a suit.
But I admire the way he dresses in designer khaki shorts and a beautiful blue polo, that brings out his intense eyes.
He watches me throw everything together in the kitchen. Listening to every task, I ask him to accomplish.
Simple things he can manage, chopping chives, boiling the water, rinsing the seafood.
He may not be much in the kitchen, but
Noah is eager to learn.
“We just might be able to make a chef out of you yet,” I tease.
“Yet another wonderful thing you’ve added to my life,” Noah tells me honestly.
“Although I highly doubt I will ever be as accomplished as you.”
We eat lunch on the terrace, seafood pasta and fresh water with mint and lemons.
On a day this gorgeous, I can only dream about our future together.
“Do you want children?” I ask.
“With you? Of course,” His answer comes quickly.
“You know, we never have been, careful, in that respect,” Noah snickers.
“No, and I think we both know that,” I laugh.
“Well, let’s start trying to have a baby then,” Noah suggests.
“Do you know how much this means to me?” I ask him.
Noah smiles.
“Do you know how much you mean to me?” he asks in a low voice.
“Yes,” I give him a sassy answer.
“Good. It doesn’t matter what our life entails, all that matters is that we can do this.” Noah confirms.
We’re still in disbelief that this has happened.
This is too good to be true.
“Now let’s get a head start,” Noah says.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s gone underneath the table.
I laugh as Noah pulls my thong aside and then, there’s the exquisite sensation of his tongue on my clit.
“Oh!” I moan.
I lay back in the chair, Noah’s fingers work my pussy as he licks and sucks on my clit.
Here out on the open anyone could see us and I just don’t care.
“Noah!” I gasp, my hands on his head.
“Oh, my god!” I let out a low scream.
His magical tongue dances across my clit and I cum at the table, for all the world to see.
The pleasure rolls through my body like a wave of relief.
My legs still shake when Noah appears from under the table.
“How was that?” He asks with a laugh.
“That’s not how you make a baby,” I protest.
“Come on then,” He growls.
In the hot July air, he presses me into one of the luxurious lounge chairs and rips off my thong entirely, and tosses them aside.
Noah lets out a groan as his shaft embeds inside me and our eyes meet.
It’s a slow, intense, passionate kind of sex where every drawn-out thrust, edges us closer to release.
With our eyes connected, it’s impossible that I could be with anyone else, anywhere.
“Noah,” I whisper.
“Yes, my love?” He asks.
His laser focus on mine, the words tumble out of my mouth as I feel the tip of the orgasm begin to bubble up.
“Cum inside me, please,” I beg.
Noah lets out a roar as we cum together and his hot seed spirts inside me from his engorged member.
We scream in passion for each other and Noah collapses on top of me, his cock still twitching inside me.
7
Noah
July 25, 2017
When Lauren calls me to say that she’s in New York, I automatically invite her out to lunch. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.
“I was overseeing Elizabeth’s transfer,” Lauren reports in a robotic voice.
“Noah,” she puts a gentle hand on my arm, sadness in her blue eyes.
“I can’t believe what she’s done to you.”
“We’re all alright.” I pat her hand on my arm as my town car cruises through the streets of the city, to Lauren’s favorite lunch spot.
Lauren nods, a piece of blonde hair falling out of her elegant chignon.
Lauren looks so similar to Elizabeth; however, she was adopted into the family.
It’s peculiar how her eyes are similar to Elizabeth’s, but not quite the right shade.
“You know I hold none of her resentments.” Lauren pleads with me, as though I need to forgive her.
“Lauren there’s no need for apologies. You had no part in what she did.” I offer her a crooked smile, and Lauren’s features light up as the car rolls to a stop.
“God, why are there reporters here?” Lauren groans, as though she isn’t used to paparazzi following her around everywhere in London.
Better to face them without a smile or a nod, and I put my sunglasses on.
Lauren follows suit as I exit the car, taking my hand as I help her out of the car.
“Miss. Darlington! Miss Darlington! Can we get a statement!” one of them yells.
“Miss. Darlington, any comment on Elizabeth Darlington’s recent sentencing!”
“Mr. Stone is it true you and Miss. Darlington are an item!”
We both say nothing as I wrap an arm around her protectively, leading her through the mob and into the restaurant.
“Bloody hell! They just get worse over time. You think I’d be used to it after having dated a Kennedy, but no.” Lauren doesn’t smile, looking over her shoulder.
“Ignore them.” My instruction comes as I wrap an arm around her shoulders.
“They’ll forget about this scandal in a week, in the meantime, you can find another Kennedy to date. That should shut them up.” I quip.
“Or you,” Lauren says as she raises an eyebrow with a giggle.
It’s a private joke between us.
Though there may have been some sexual chemistry between us in the past, we are long past the point of crossing that line.
My relationship with Elizabeth has made it impossible for anything to happen between us, even if Tinsley weren’t in the picture.
“Are you dating anyone?” Lauren asks, right on cue as the hostess leads us to a private table, right in the corner by a window.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” I smile.
“I haven’t seen that smile in a while.” Lauren clicks her tongue, perusing the menu even though she’s going to order the same thing she does every time we come here.
“Noah Stone in love once again,” she feigns as though this is impossible.
“It’s true,” I say and return Lauren’s smirk.
I glance at the menu before deciding to ignore it.
“Well, you deserve to be happy.” Lauren smooths out a wrinkle in the linen tablecloth, a secretive smile playing across her red lips.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that smile. Who exactly is this woman?”
“A gorgeous brunette, you’ve met before.”
“Oh?” Lauren’s mouth forms a circle.
“A woman that’s been around for a while?”
“Guess who.” I play her game.
“Is she younger or older? It’s not Olivia is it?” She mocks fear.
“Olivia?” I gasp.
“How did you know?” I joke.
Lauren’s laugh fills the restaurant as the waiter comes to take our drink order.
“She’ll have a long island iced tea,” I tell him without breaking my gaze at Lauren.
“And I’ll have a whiskey neat.”
“Make his a double,” Lauren instructs.
“He’s going to need it.”
This makes us both laugh.
“Really, who are you dating?”
“We’re engaged,” I readily admit.
“Tinsley and I are quite serious,” I tell Lauren.
Lauren is shocked now, “Tinsley Whittaker? Noah, are you joking?” Lauren’s voice is grave.
“Why? Is that so preposterous?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
She mulls over my question for a minute, pausing with a side glance, as the waiter puts our drinks down then flits away when she glares at him to leave us alone.
“No, but even for you, that’s a line to cross. When did this happen?” She asks.
“Some time ago?” I keep my answer vague.
“Dear god, keeping your affairs private? Even from me?” Lauren shakes her head.
“That’s new. Do
you two have any plans currently?”
“You mean marriage?” I clarify.
“Or otherwise. Lord knows you don’t need any more bastard children running around.” Lauren’s quip isn’t a jab at me.
“How did her father take it? I trust not well.” Lauren asks.
“Not well at all.” I agree.
“Well, if there’s anything I’ve learned through the years, it’s that you wouldn’t cross that line unless you truly cared about her.”
This isn’t entirely true.
Or is it?
Her comment makes me mull over our relationship for a few moments, thinking back to the start.
My intentions were never to fall desperately for a woman again.
Look how that turned out.
“That would be, correct.” I nod.
“It’s a shame.” Lauren mocks disappointment.
“We would’ve made a lovely couple; it would’ve been quite the way to piss my sister off as well. She deserves it after everything she’s put our family through. My poor mother is beside herself.”
“As I said, find another Kennedy to date, and that will all go away.” I lighten the mood, and Lauren beams at me.
Always knowing what to say to her improves her mood greatly.
“That’s quite an idea. Though I must admit, men in politics are rather dreary.” She huffs.
“As opposed to those in finance?” A jab at her previous relationships as well.
“Dullards,” Lauren says with a rise of one eyebrow, referring to me.
“You didn’t answer my question. Tinsley and yourself, you plan on marrying her?”
“I said we’re engaged,” I tell Lauren.
“I’d better be invited, and you had better not be eloping again, it’s a shame I missed your first wedding.” Lauren jokes.
“It was a disaster anyway.” I laugh.
“Yes, Athena did tell me about that.” Lauren pretends as though she needs a moment to recall the story.
“I believe that I was told you showed up for the ceremony incredibly drunk, in a wrinkled suit, wet and covered with sand.”
“Olivia was half in the bag too,” I point out.
“From the night before, of course,” I add.
“That woman was always half in the bag, she still is. I ran into her; she had quite a few words pertaining to you, though I couldn’t make half them out in between all the ‘bastards’ thrown into her tirade on how you are the worst man to walk the planet.” Lauren just laughs the whole thing off.
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