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Oh no.
“Angel, look at me.” His voice is soft and cajoling as he demands my focus.
This is too much and not enough at the same time. I thought after years of telling myself it would never happen that I could do this without any real feelings involved. That I’d be able to take my fill and walk away. But the second he looked at me with care and tenderness, all of my hard work went out the window.
Mentally steeling myself, I open my eyes. I can’t avoid him when he’s inside me.
“There she is. Don’t shut me out again, okay?”
Nodding my head, I resume my movements, except this time I lean back and offer up my chest to him. Anything to not have that bubble of intimacy blanket us again. This new angle has my clit touching his pelvic bone with every movement.
As my pace increases, his hand moves between us, and he rubs his thumb over my clit. A tension builds inside of me and I struggle to maintain my focus on moving my body. My clit pulses beneath his thumb as tingles travel the expanse of my spine. Whimpers spill from my lips as I give myself up to the feelings coursing through my body.
My breaths come out in short, sharp pants as I race toward my climax. When I tumble over the edge, my walls clench around him as my whole body is wracked with tremors. It feels like it lasts an eternity before I’m left a limp and weak mess.
Noah gives me no time to regain my strength. Instead, he lifts me up and flips me onto my back, still buried deep. As he hovers above me, his eyes roam over my body and he growls before his hips start moving in hurried, jerky thrusts.
“Fuck, angel, you feel so good. I’m going to cum.”
He pulls out, ripping the condom off as he spills himself over my stomach with a roar. Ribbons upon ribbons of white cum splatter across my stomach and I barely resist the urge to reach out and taste it. I move to the side as he collapses next to me, his heavy body half on me and half on the couch.
Noah kisses my shoulder, muttering into my flesh, “I’ll get up in a second and we can get in the shower. I just need a minute.”
“It’s okay, I can clean myself up.” I go to move, but his strong arm pins me to the couch.
“No, I made the mess, I’ll clean it up. I just need a second. And anyway, I need to get cleaned up too.”
Clearly, he’s not going to let me up to clean off, so I’ll do it right here.
Using my index finger, I drag it through the cum on my stomach, swiping up as much as I can before I pop it in my mouth. Savoring the salty taste, I close my eyes and moan.
I feel Noah tense next to me. When I turn my face to him, opening my heavy eyes, I say, “I just wanted a taste. You got to sample me but I never got to try you.”
His voice is thick and filled with desire when he replies, “The night isn’t over, Van. You’ll get to ‘sample’ me all you want, just as soon as I’ve recovered.”
I like knowing that he’s as affected by what we’ve just experienced as I am. That even though he’s so strong and virile, I’ve still managed to make him weak.
Stifling a yawn, I say, “That might have to wait, big guy. I’ve had more orgasms tonight than I have in my whole life and I’m exhausted.”
Noah bounces up, suddenly filled with energy. Watching him skeptically, I can’t help but notice that even though he’s just come, he’s still hard.
My eyes widen as I say, “You need to tell that thing to calm down. I can’t go again.”
He chuckles, as if what I’ve said is funny, I’m being deadly serious. I do like that there’s a lightness to him that wasn’t there before. Holding out a hand for me, he waits, confident that I’ll take a hold of it.
Swinging my legs off the couch, I take his hand, preparing to stand. But Noah has other ideas as he yanks me to my feet. I fall into him, covering him in his own release.
“Noah,” I admonish. “Now you’re a mess too. I’ll go shower down the hall. You want to watch something before bed?” I ask, distractedly looking at his cum covered stomach.
He doesn’t say anything and so I look up to find him smiling down at me. “You’re showeringwithme, and then you’ll be sleeping next to me.”
“But—”
Noah’s finger silences me. “It wasn’t a question, Savannah.” Spinning me in the direction of his room, he taps me on the ass, urging me forward.
Have I orgasmed into some sort of twilight zone?
In a trance, I walk to Noah’s room. It’s not until I step over the threshold that I come to a stop. My eyes land on the trinkets dotted on the chest of drawers, moving to the cushions on the bed and throw on the chair in the corner. Images of Noah and Sutton run rampant through my mind. What did they do in here? I mean, obviously they had sex, but was it recently? Is he going to compare us?
