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“Look at me,” Noah moans behind me, but I’m unable to lift my head from the bed, drunk on getting fucked.
“Fucking look at me!” he growls and I turn my head back, shocked by his tone.
A loud moan leaves my lips the moment I see him. He looks ravaged, angry, wild. His hair is spilling down his back and shoulders, sweat is dripping down his chest and into his happy trail. He is biting his lips so hard, as if to stifle his moans and whimpers, but it doesn’t work. I hear them loud and clear, and they split me apart.
I start pulsing and spasming once more. Noah yanks my hair back so hard it makes me straighten and plaster my skin against his chest. He grips my chin, slamming his hips into me, as I ride my orgasm out, squeezing him and the toy in my ass. I know he feels the toy rub against his cock and I wonder how that feels.
His eyes find mine, and he seals our lips together. It’s dirty and sloppy and perfect.
“Give me everything,” I whisper into his lips.
“Take it,” he groans, as his hips falter. “Ahhh…fuck…fuck. Baby…fuck, Ronan…”
The tone of his moans makes me feel delirious. I feel his hot come paint my walls, spilling inside of me. He is still kissing me, squeezing my face, holding me, trying to make us one.
“My gorgeous woman.” He breathes hard, separating us and taking the toy out of me. “Never hide your toys from me, Ronan. I want us to put them to good use. I want us to get some together.”
I cackle as he lays down on the bed and pulls me into a hug.
He holds me for quite some time, caresses my reddened skin, kisses my swollen lips. I never had this type of treatment before him. It was all pump, pump, pump, come, leave. They come, I leave. I mean, I told him already he was the first guy ever to actually give me head.
I don’t usually overthink my past relationships whilst laying on my lover's chest, but this whole situation kinda makes me want to do it. I was always treated like shit. Like I was a jumble of hands and arms you hold onto while you fuck the pussy. I never felt loved or cherished or cared for in bed. They never made sure I came too, maybe they automatically thought I did. I remember one time my ex from my senior year in highschool called me fat mid-thrust. I got up from the bed and started crying so hard I was shaking. I called Corey to pick me up right away and wasn’t even fully dressed when I jumped into his car. Men suck.
“Ljubavi?” Noah’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah? Sorry, I was drifting away.”
“You want some snacks, or water?” he asks, getting up from the bed.
“Some orange juice would be amazing, thanks.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back with it. I’m going to feed Toma too, and make us some sandwiches to nibble on, okay?”
“Mhm…” I rub my face into the pillow as he leaves the room.
I wake to a door creaking and Toma kneading the soft blanket on top of me. Her little paws work so hard, making the products for her cat bakery. I always imagine my kittens at work as pastry chefs when I see them kneading stuff.
“Let’s eat some dinner,” Noah says, plopping down next to me. “I made your favorite.”
“How long was I out?” I say, looking at the Chinese food take-out boxes on the nightstand.
“A while. The fridge was empty, and I was really hungry. I came back in to ask you what you wanted, but you were already out cold.” His hand finds my face, the cold of his fingers cools my heated face. “I even tried to wake you up to drink your juice, but you just swatted my hand away and turned to the other side.”
“I’m sorry,” I say sitting up. “I am not really hungry, do you mind if I skip?”
“Sure, but you need to drink something, please?”
“Yeah. I need to pee, so I’ll grab my juice and I’ll bring you a bottle of water too!”
Skipping through the door, I notice Toma following me. I swerve into the bathroom, and the little demon runs after me. She sits on the floor mat right in front of the toilet, and looks straight into my eyes, her pupils are so large I can see my reflection in them.
“Ohhhh. I get it, you are making sure I’m safe!” I say to the cat, feeling like an old lady.
The beast meows softly and I laugh. My protector.
I finish my business quickly and wash my hands. The bathroom still smells like lavender essential oil and bathbomb. Noah was really fired up after it. I guess he liked it.
Toma’s paws hit the wooden floor as we strut through the kitchen, getting the juice and water bottles. On my way back to the room, I open a window to let the air in. The chilly October wind rushes through my hair. I love fall. It means Halloween is around the corner.
