“Yes. Oh my god, Shep,” she stammers.
“Who owns this ass, Noelle? Say it,” I demand, giving one of her cheeks a light smack.
“You do,” she pants.
“Hell yes, I do. You’re mine.”
She nods frantically, every inhale sharp and uneven.
I’d meant to take my time, savoring the slow build of her climax before the inevitable fall, but seeing her like this has stripped me of all restraint. I’m desperate to have her quivering beneath my touch as she crashes over the edge with my cock in her ass.
Her throaty moans grow louder as she continues stimulating her clit with the bullet. With newfound determination, I adjust my angle, making sure to hit the sensitive spot I did with my fingers earlier. The effect of the dual sensations is immediate as her fingers claw at the comforter, arching her ass against my hips as she cries out my name.
“Come for me, darlin’,” I command.
At my order, Noelle clenches around me. A series of grunts tears from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her.
I watch my woman unravel like a loose coil, collapsing into ecstasy as she mutters incoherently. When my name falls from her mouth between broken moans, nothing else exists. In her most vulnerable, unguarded moment, she calls for me—andthe need to mark her, to claim her, to make her mine alone overwhelms all reason.
Noelle starts to relax, and she lets the vibrator fall to the mattress. I shove it out of our way and grip her hipbones, my fingers leaving marks as my thrusts become more erratic and I barrel toward my own release. The sensation of sliding through her slick ass has my brain short-circuiting. The rhythmic squeeze of her aftershocks is the last straw, and my orgasm surges into me.
At the last second I pull out, aiming my cock at her lower back, my orgasm coating her ass with streams of cum. My eyes darken as I watch it trickle down over her back entrance and along the swell of her hips.
As my lust-induced haze fades and I regain full awareness, I look down to admire my masterpiece, the gasping, trembling woman beneath me. We’re nothing but a mess of sweaty limbs, the evidence of our carnal games dripping down the crack of her ass. She sighs heavily, dropping to her stomach, letting out a groan as she stretches out on the mattress.
As much as I loved playing, the desire to take care of Noelle has me leaning down to kiss her shoulder blade before drawing back.
“I’ll be right back,” I say softly.
She nods as I get off the bed and head to the bathroom to wash my hands and get a washcloth, wetting it under the tap till it’s warm. When I return to the bedroom, I gently wipe Noelle’s backside and toss the towel into the laundry basket before climbing onto the bed and gathering her in my arms.
I carefully remove the blindfold, and she blinks a few times, her gaze meeting mine. Her blue eyes sparkle like sunlight on water, and my chest tightens just looking at them. She pulls her hair from its disheveled bun, and it falls in messy waves around her face. Noelle is so damn beautiful, and I’m privileged to sharethis experience with her. I’d spend a lifetime cherishing her if she’d let me.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask, running my thumb in small circles along her upper arm.
She nods, absentmindedly playing with my chest hair. “Thanks for being so patient with me.”
“Always.” I press my nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up in the shower, and after we can watch a movie by the fire.”
“Sounds like a dream,” she murmurs into my chest.
As I carry her to the bathroom, I’m struck by the trust Noelle’s placed in me, a reflection of the bond that’s grown between us. It’s hard to grasp how people can form such a deep connection in a short time unless you’ve experienced it yourself. There’s something special about discovering what makes a person tick—what their fears are and what their proudest accomplishments are. Despite our age difference, our contrasting lifestyles, and the fact that her time here is coming to an end, one thing is undeniable.
Noelle owns my heart, and I’ve fallen for her hook, line, and sinker.
That means letting her walk away isn’t an option. Hell, I’d move to New York to be with her before I let that happen. I’ve kept my heart guarded under lock and key until a blonde-haired, blue-eyed whirlwind showed up on my doorstep, turning my world upside down. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get the chance to prove just how much she means to me.
All I Want For Christmas Is You
Iwake to sunlight pouring through the windows, curled against Shep, my hand on his chest and his fingers intertwined with mine. He’s heartbreakingly handsome like this, snoring softly. I let my fingers drift over the sharp planes of his face, gliding from his brow to the faint creases at the corners of his eyes. My exploration continues as I move over the slight crook of his nose, following its slope to his mustache. I trace the curve of his mouth, unable to resist leaning in to brush a kiss over his lips.
The scent of sweat and sex hangs in the air, and when he doesn’t stir, a wicked idea comes to mind. I slowly push the covers off and move between his legs. My eyes land on his cock, fully erect—thick and rigid, even in sleep.
I reach my hand down to trace his dick with a featherlight touch. He lets out a sigh, but remains still, and I grin at the thought of having him at my mercy. I curl my fingers around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. Precum leaks from the tip, and I bend down, flicking my tongue over the crown to lick it clean.
“Noelle?” Shep groans, his voice husky.
“Relax. Let me take care of you,” I croon.
