by Thayer King
Her breath quickened. “I’ve never done it in a shower before,” she whispered.
She wanted him. And just like that, he gave in. Groaning, he pulled her to him. He kissed her. Her skin felt amazing beneath his hands. He wanted to touch her everywhere. Kiss her, lick her everywhere. Suiting his actions to his thoughts, he moved down her neck, enjoying her gasp of pleasure. He rubbed his chin over the slender column, using his stubble to tantalize the sensitive flesh. Zoe trembled and gripped his hair.
He licked his way down to her breasts. They were a pleasant surprise, larger than he’d expected, but firm and soft. He latched onto one of her hard nipples and suckled. He groaned low in his throat. He squeezed her breasts close together so that he could easily move from one tight peak to the other. Zoe’s soft moans spurred him on and he continued until he became aware of her undulating hips.
Noah slid a hand between her thighs, finding her pussy slick with her cream. His mouth watered to taste her again and he dropped to his knees. He kissed her curls before opening her lips to him. He licked on one side of her clit then the other before nudging the firm bud with the tip of his tongue. Flicking it, he looked up at Zoe. She had her head tossed back. Little cries tore from her throat. Mostly his name and a series of pleas.
The view up her body, her dark chocolate nipples jutting out and bouncing with her panting breaths and her tiny waist, was enough to have him grabbing his dick. He pumped it a few times before standing. He backed Zoe into the shower wall and hoisted her up so that her knees rested in the crook of his elbows. Noah glanced down, appreciating the sight of her sex spread and open for him. “Put me inside you,” he ordered. His hands gripped her ass, holding her up.
Zoe reached down between their bodies and positioned his cock for entry.
Noah pushed through her tight entrance, groaning like a wounded animal. “Fuck.” He was bare again. Mentally, he promised himself that he would pull out this time. He withdrew and thrust deeper. Zoe hissed and he locked eyes with her. “Does it hurt?”
She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in. “No. Please, don’t stop.”
There was little chance of that happening. His gaze dropped to her breasts as they jiggled with each of his upward thrusts and then to her pussy, slick and filled with his cock. “Beautiful,” he ground out. “Watch me fuck you, Zoe.” He kept his withdrawal slow and smooth but plunged back inside hard and deep, opening her up to his invasion.
She made a soft strangled sound and her hands tightened on his shoulders. Her movements were limited the way he held her with her back braced against the tiles and her thighs splayed. She could only arch into him and take what he gave her.
He watched her face carefully, judging how much she could take. He sped up and fucked her harder and she seemed to enjoy every moment of it. “Touch your clit, baby.” She did, tentatively, but he could still feel the effect as her pussy closed snuggly over his dick. Both of them moaned.
Unable to control himself any longer, Noah took her fast and hard. He controlled her hips, tilting her so that she was forced to take all of him to the hilt. Zoe’s cries galvanized him. And then she was coming, her liquid heat bathing cock and balls. He buried his face in her neck and ground out his own orgasm between her thighs. She moaned softly as his dick pulsed high inside her walls.
“Oh, damn,” he said weakly, trembling and trying to hold them both up. “I meant to pull out.” He carefully lowered her legs. “Maybe we should move this to my apartment where I have protection.”
“No thanks,” she said, once again washing off.
By this point, his hair was soaked so he borrowed her shampoo and washed it. “Why not?”
“My mattress has less mileage than yours.”
His paused and then rinsed the suds out of his hair so that he could look at her. “Was that some sort of crack about my past?”
She arched an eyebrow. “You’re the only man I’ve had in my bed. Can you say the same?”
He got her point, but he smiled. “Yes. I can honestly say that I’m the only man who has ever been in my bed.” She squatted at his behind and he laughed. “Okay, I get it. I’ll bring my condoms over here. In the morning. I’m exhausted.”
She turned off the water and they got out of the shower. Zoe took off her shower cap and shook off the excess moisture. He took great enjoyment in drying her off. He couldn’t resist kissing her nipples. He dried himself and his hair briskly. She tried to put on a nightgown but he snatched it out of her hands. “No. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
She sighed. “Fine, but I need to get my wet clothes off the floor.”
Noah slid into bed and waited for her to join him. When she returned, she had a tray with snacks on it and two bottles of water. He sat up, suddenly recalling that they hadn’t eaten dinner.
Soon, they had finished their snacks and were snuggled up together, drifting off to sleep. “Oh,” he said, “I should tell you something.”
“This sounds serious.”
“It is. It’s about my hair. Since I washed the product out, in the morning it will be…well, abundant.”
She laughed and soon he heard her breathing even out as she fell asleep in his arms.
***
“Wow,” Zoe whispered so as not to awaken Noah. He had not been kidding about his hair. She wondered what he used to tame his massive lion’s mane. Because it was indeed a mane of thick chocolate waves. The top of it had to be standing at least ten inches high. Her fingers tingled to dive into it. He murmured in his sleep and rolled onto his side to face away from her. The back was cut shorter but was still fuller than what she was accustomed to seeing.
Nibbling her lower lip, she slipped the fingers of one hand into hair.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
“Well, since you’re awake….” She drove both hands in and watched in amazement as they disappeared in his mane. “Oh, my….” Growling, Noah flipped over and pinned her beneath him. Her eyes widened as she noted the vulnerability in his gaze.
“I did warn you,” he said.
“Noah, I can’t believe I have to remind you of this, but I’m black. Do you really think I’m going to be intimidated by your white boy fro?”
Slowly he smiled. “Well, you have to admit, it’s rather impressive.”
She wiggled beneath him. “There are many aspects of you that I find impressive.”
“You’ve got a naughty streak. Unfortunately, we’ve got work. I’ll have to explore this sassy side of you later.” He kissed her forehead and rolled out of bed. She had only a moment to enjoy his nakedness before he was pulling on his underwear and jeans. “I’ve got to go home and shower again so that I can tame my manly mane or else my brother will be jealous.”
She needed to get up and get ready as well, but she’d rather wait until he was gone before getting out of bed. But after he put on his shoes, he merely crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. “I’ve touched, kissed, and licked almost every inch of you. And you’re gorgeous. There’s no need to hide from me. That’s another thing. Although I’d love the idea of being the only guy to know you have a killer figure, we’ve got to get you some more clothes. It’s not right to hide such beauty.”
Zoe inhaled. “I don’t know.”
“Why not, baby? I know you said this was about comfort, but we can find you something-”
“Noah, I developed size C cup breasts at fourteen. I’ve always been shy. Do you know how difficult it can be on a girl that age to have old men leering at her? I couldn’t take the attention then and I still don’t want it now.”
He sat down on the bed and gathered her to him. He hugged and kissed the top of her head. “Okay, but that doesn’t mean you have to cover up at home. I want to see you. I’m thinking some soft yoga pants that will hug that delicious ass of yours and some tight t-shirts that stretch over your tits.”
She laughed and kissed his jaw. “Okay. I can do that.”
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nbsp; “Shit. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. I better go before we’re both late for work.”
Chapter Twelve
The persistence of his vibrating phone woke Noah from a nice dream in which he was just about to go down on Zoe. Grumbling at the interruption, he shifted so as not to disturb Zoe as he reached for his cell. “Hello?” he whispered.
“I’ve been banging on your door for five minutes. Get your ass out of bed and let me in.”
Noah ran a hand over his jaw. “Avery, I’m not home.” He hadn’t spent the night at his place since he made love to Zoe earlier in the week. He’d practically moved in. Each evening after work, he came home to Zoe. He didn’t want to spend the night without her. It was nicer than he could have imagined, having someone to come home to. In the morning, he returned to his apartment to shave, shower, and dress.
“It’s seven a.m. on a Saturday morning! Where are you?” Avery inhaled, obviously drawing her own conclusions. “Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you guys had…um, done the deed.”
“It’s okay. Do you want to join us for breakfast? Zoe makes a mean omelet.”
She coughed. “Um, no, I don’t want to intrude.”
“It’s not intruding,” he insisted, sliding out of bed. He wanted to make it clear to Avery that he’d never neglect their friendship just because he was in a relationship.
“No. How about we meet up later for lunch or something?”
He frowned. She sounded strange, but he wasn’t going to push her. If something was wrong, she’d tell him in her own good time. “That sounds fine. Text me later with a time and a place.”
“Sure. Bye.”
“Bye.” He ended the call and placed his cell back on Zoe’s nightstand.
“Why are you up so early on a Saturday?” Zoe mumbled, her eyes barely open.
“Got a phone call. That was Avery.” He paused. “She was at my place looking for me. So she knows I spent the night here. I hope that’s okay.”
She blinked multiple times before her eyes completely opened. “Okay. Thanks for telling me.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “We’re meeting her for lunch later.”
She nodded and snuggled back under the covers, looking very much like she was going back to sleep. “Okay. Love you.”
Noah froze. “What?”
“Hmm?”
He hopped on the bed and shook her shoulder. “You said you loved me.” No woman besides his mother and Avery had ever told him that they loved him. “Do you mean it? Do you love me?” His insides clenched as he waited for her answer. He felt as though his entire future depended upon her response.
She bit her lip. Then she sighed. Eyes closed, she nodded.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, yanking back the covers so that he could hold her with nothing between them. He peppered her face with kisses. “I love you, too, Zoe.” Her arms came up to embrace him, her fingers driving into the thick mane of his hair.
“I tried not to,” she whispered.
He grinned. “Yeah, well, we know I didn’t intend for any of this to happen. I should have suspected though. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first day that you moved in.”
She laughed. “I used to think of you as The Pervert.”
“What?” He reared back so that he could see her face. “Why?”
“You were always staring at me—even if you had a girl on your arm.”
“That’s because I couldn’t help myself.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. Though they’d made love until the wee hours of the morning, he wanted her again. “Zoe-”
She smiled at him. “At least let me brush my teeth first.”
***
Zoe dipped her fry in ketchup. After making love again this morning, she and Noah had fallen back asleep. When next they’d awakened, they just had enough time to get ready for their lunch with Avery. Zoe thought the other woman had been somewhat surprised to see her tagging along with Noah. Zoe wondered if there had been some miscommunication by which Noah had thought Avery had invited them both. Avery had recovered soon enough, giving Zoe a bright smile.
Still…Zoe couldn’t shake the sudden notion that Avery did not like her. It was nothing that Avery said. It was rather the way she looked at her as though she were a nuisance and an interloper. Zoe didn’t talk often. She couldn’t think of anything to say. But whenever she did, Avery would cut her off and turn the topic of conversation to some past event that she had in common with Noah, effectively excluding Zoe.
So Zoe sat like a lump, feeling left out even though there were only three of them at their booth. To think the day had started off so happily with Noah telling her that he loved her. After her break up with her college boyfriend, she thought she’d never date again. She wasn’t good at meeting people or making friends. It was difficult for her to let anyone into her life. She could have never foreseen someone like Noah forcing his way in. Though she supposed she hadn’t put up much of a fight.
Noah dropped a warm hand on her thigh. He squeezed. “Are you ready to go, baby?”
She took a last sip of her water. “Sure.”
His eyes warmed. “Good. I want to go shopping for a few things. And we need to pick up some stuff for our dinner party tomorrow night.”
She frowned. “Dinner party tomorrow?” she echoed.
Avery laughed. “Weren’t you listening? You and Noah are hosting a dinner at his place tomorrow night.”
As a matter of fact, she hadn’t been listening. She’d zoned out. Another party? He had to be kidding. She shook her head. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It’ll just be Ty, Julie and Avery. You can invite some of your friends if you’d like.”
She’d never invited Luke and Justin to anything and she didn’t feel comfortable inviting them now on such short notice. They were friendly, but they tended to stay out of each other’s personal lives. That left Felicia and Henry. She could invite them, but she doubted they’d come. It was short notice and it wasn’t a prestigious event that they could brag about attending. But she knew if they were having any sort of party, they would invite her. “Okay. I’ll invite Felicia and Henry.”
“Great.” He kissed her quickly. Then with a groan, he came back for a second longer kiss.
Avery cleared her throat. “I’m still here.”
Noah chuckled. “Sorry. Let’s get out of here.” They stood and he drew Zoe into his side with an arm around her waist. He whispered in her ear. “We’re also getting you some yoga pants. And some tiny lacy panties that I can slide to side when I fuck you.”
“How about these?” Noah had a tiny scrap of purple lace held up in his large mitts. The panties looked even smaller in comparison.
Zoe was certain she wasn’t the only woman in the store imagining him sliding those panties down her legs. “Could you please put those down?” she whispered.
His brows rose. “How am I supposed to shop for them if I can’t pick them up?”
“You’re not shopping for them,” she said fiercely, trying not to raise her voice.
“But I am. They’re for you to wear but for me to enjoy,” he said with a grin so lascivious that Zoe was forced to look away for fear of setting her current panties on fire.
“Fine. Pick out whatever you like.”
“Finally, we’re in agreement.” He picked up several items and dumped them into her hands.
She watched him for several moments. “This is too much,” she said when she was struggling to hold the growing mound of lace.
“Some of them won’t last long.”
“Oh?” She frowned and looked at the panties. She didn’t know anything about lingerie. Were they that poorly made? “Then why don’t we get some of better quality?”
He grinned. “It’s not the quality. It’s that I’ll probably rip a few.”
“Why would you do that?” she asked, almost outraged that he would destroy her underwear.
Noah
curled an arm around her waist and bent to her ear. “Baby, your pussy is so fucking tight and sweet I won’t be able to control myself.”
Zoe shivered with desire as understanding dawned and a ball of lust exploded low in her belly.
Zoe wasn’t entirely sure about this. She stared at herself in her bedroom mirror. The soft cotton of the yoga pants molded her curves lovingly. They were very comfortable as Noah had promised. She smoothed down her tank top. Both were black. Beneath she wore black lace lingerie. All of it was courtesy of Noah as he’d insisted on buying her new clothing. He waited for her on the couch in her den. He’d gone home to change into sweats. She’d asked why, but he’d merely said he’d show her when he got back. He did look gorgeous in his light blue t-shirt which made his eyes appear bluer, but then he looked good in everything he wore.
Thinking she had wasted too much time, she left the safety of her bedroom to find Noah lounging in the middle of her couch, his arms spread out along the back. He’d removed his t-shirt and his chest and toned abs were on display. His sweatpants hung low on his hips. Zoe’s breath caught in her throat.
He grinned. “Come here, baby.” He held out a large palm to her. She took it and he pulled her between his spread thighs. His eyes roved over her body, slowly from bottom to top. A low groan escaped his throat. “Turn for me.” He placed his hands on her waist and urged her to spin. “Your ass…oh, damn, baby.” When she faced him again, her eyes dropped to his lap where he was adjusting his erection. The sweatpants did nothing to hide the level of his excitement. He drew her forward and pressed his face against her breasts. “You’re gorgeous. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”