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After Noelle finished her pudding, she climbed over the couch and straddled me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
“Properly thanking you for my dessert.”
“Are you gonna ride me right here?”
Noelle lifted her shirt before unbuttoning her pants and pulling them off. She then began grinding her pussy over my cock, which was practically busting through my pants.
Unzipping my jeans, I couldn’t take my dick out fast enough. Within seconds, she bore down on me as I sank deep inside of her, unable to believe how wet she was. Fuck. This felt even better than the first time somehow. Gripping her ass, I guided her movements, although she didn’t need any help. “That’s it. Ride me, baby.” I gritted my teeth. “You know how to fuck me so good.”
Leaning my head against the back of the couch, I smiled up at her, so turned on by her taking control. Then I closed my eyes for a bit because the way she looked while she rode my cock had me too turned on to last very long.
Noelle began to shake as her pussy clamped down on me.
“I…I’m sorry…I’m…Oh God…” She screamed as she came.
A tidal wave of arousal tore through me as I emptied my orgasm into her.
Her hips gradually slowed as I looked up at her beautiful, flushed face. Noelle rested her head on my shoulder, and we sat together for a few minutes before she retreated to the bathroom.
When she came out, I was sitting in the same spot, wondering if it was too soon for another round. Noelle curled into me as I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. I kissed the top of her head.
There was so much I wanted to talk about, but the last thing she needed was the stress of figuring out what would happen if number three failed. I promised myself I wouldn’t broach the subject until our final appointment. She wouldn’t know how she was going to feel until after she got the results anyway.
• • •
About two weeks later, on a Sunday afternoon, Noelle accompanied me to a matinee showing of the musical Frozen at Clancy’s school. It was a welcome distraction from wondering about the outcome of Noelle’s pregnancy test. She’d already had her blood drawn, and we were set to go in for the results tomorrow.
She and I were seated next to Mariah and her boyfriend, Andy. Bringing Noelle here was a big step, and Mariah likely now had zero doubt that Noelle had become more than a friend. Everyone was cordial, but we didn’t say too much to each other.
Watching my little girl perform her solo in “Let It Go” gave me immense joy. Clancy kept squinting, as if trying to find us in the audience as she belted out the tune. I could never have gotten up and done that. She was braver than her dad, that’s for sure. Thank God I’d managed to avoid passing on my insecurities. As her song finished, the four of us stood in a standing ovation.
After the show, we headed backstage, and I held a bouquet of flowers as Noelle and I waited for Clancy to finish talking to her mom and Andy. She’d already changed out of her costume but still had smudges of red on her cheeks from the stage makeup.
I knelt as she ran to me. “I’m so proud of you, baby!”
“Thank you for my flowers!” Clancy looked to my right. “Hi, Noelle.”
“Hi, Clancy! You did so good out there.”
I rubbed Clancy’s back. “I heard your mom and Andy are taking you out for pizza. I wish I could come celebrate with you, but I have to get to work.”
“It’s okay, Daddy.”
Noelle looked down at Clancy’s legs. “Hey… I love your socks. I used to like wearing mismatched ones, too.”
Clancy was wearing colorful socks that went to her knees—polka dots on one foot and stripes on the other.
My daughter’s eyes widened. “You did?”
“Yup. It was one of my favorite things to do.”
I grinned. “I can’t believe I forgot that. Clancy wears mismatched socks all the time. That was one of the first things I remember noticing about you, Noelle. I guess great minds think alike.”
After we hugged Clancy goodbye, I convinced Noelle to take her laptop to the restaurant so she could hang there while I spoiled her with dairy-free creations.
Everything was business as usual until I came out to personally deliver a lemon sorbet and saw that Noelle wasn’t at her table. Assuming she’d gone to the bathroom, I brought the dessert back to the kitchen so I could try again a few minutes later. When she hadn’t reappeared after fifteen minutes, I started to get nervous.
Thirty minutes passed, and she still hadn’t returned. I stepped away from the kitchen for a moment to text her.
