Chapter 7

SEVEN

Ansel

“Let’s get you inside and warmed up. I’ll add some more wood to the fire and get you a blanket,” I tell her as I usher her inside.

“I…” she starts, and I look over her, wondering if I missed something.

Is something else wrong?

I’ve been tense since she left me last night. She rushed out of the house and I had wanted to go with her, but she put up that wall between us. Deep down, I knew that Noelle needed to see for herself that she couldn’t trust or rely on her family. She needed to realize that she deserved better than them. She always has.

So, I had watched her go, praying that she would come back to me soon. I barely slept last night. Every sound from outside had me shooting up in bed, wondering if it was Noelle outside. Around three am, I had given up on sleep and went downstairs to pace around the living room and peek out the window every other minute.

“I think that we need to talk,” she says, and I swallow hard.

“Okay, come here.”

I lead her over to the couch, and when I see her rub her hands together like she’s cold, I grab a blanket and pass it to her. I add two more logs to the fireplace and then join her on the couch.

“What happened?” I ask her, taking her cold hand in mine.

“They said it was life or death,” she says, and I nod.

“I know. That’s why you left, right?”

“Yeah. I mean, I thought that there had been an accident or something, that someone was legitimately dying.”

“Was everyone okay? What was it?” I ask quietly, and I see her jaw tense as she grinds her teeth in annoyance or maybe anger.

“Allergies,” she finally spits out, and I blink.

“What?” I ask, thinking that I misheard her.

I don’t know why I’m surprised. Her family has always been so entitled and narcissistic. They would do or say anything to get what they wanted.

“My mom’s allergies were bad.”

“So…she just…”

“She had me come home to take care of her. Get her medicine and Kleenex, and make soup. Oh, and while I’m there, I could clean the kitchen and bathrooms and then go pick up her dry cleaning, and I can just pay for that too,” she says, listing off all of the tasks that they told her to do in the last twenty-four hours.

“Where were her husband and son during all of this?”

“They had to relax. They’ve been working hard all week, all month, really.”

“As opposed to you?” I ask, seething, and she nods.

“I shouldn’t have gone. I was worried, but I should have known that it would be nothing.”

“You have a big heart, Noelle. That’s not a bad thing.”

“I can’t go back there,” she sighs, and I wrap my arm around her.

“You don’t have to. You can stay here forever. You know that I’d love to have you here.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” she admits, and I shake my head.

“That’s impossible. You’re my family, Noelle. You’re always welcome here.”

She gives me a smile, and my heart thumps hard in my chest. Noelle is the only one who can get to me. She’s the only one that makes my heart race. She’s the only one who makes me feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

She rests her head on my shoulder, her hand squeezing my thigh, and my cock starts to take notice of how close we are. I clear my throat, and she turns her head to look up at me.

Her pale blue eyes meet mine, and something passes between us. It’s a heat, an understanding.

It’s lust.

I’m not sure which one of us starts to move first, but slowly, we’re moving towards each other, and then my lips connect with hers.

The kiss is soft at first—a gentle, almost hesitant connection that sends a warm surge through me. I can feel the way her breath hitches, the delicate rise and fall of her chest as she draws closer, pressing her hand lightly against my shoulder. It's like every part of her is calling out to me, and without thinking, my hand comes up to cradle her cheek, my thumb brushing over her soft skin.

Her lips part slightly, inviting me in, and I can’t resist deepening the kiss, letting myself get lost in her. There’s something so natural, so right about this moment, like every interaction, every unspoken word, every stolen glance has been leading us here. I pull her even closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, feeling her melt into me as her fingers slide up into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer.

The world around us fades away, and it’s just Noelle and me, connected in a way that’s deeper than I ever expected, a quiet promise in every lingering press of my lips against hers.

The blanket falls off of Noelle as she shifts and crawls onto my lap. My hands grip her hips, helping her settle onto me, and we both moan as she lowers onto my aching cock.

“Noelle,” I start.

I intend to tell her that we can take things slow and that we should maybe talk about things, but she interrupts me.

“I want you,” she whispers against my mouth.

Those words hit me hard, and my brain shuts off. I can’t think about talking to her right now. I can’t think about anything right now except making her mine and getting her off.

I’ve never been with anyone before. I’ve never even looked at anyone else. It’s always been Noelle for me and if I couldn’t have her, I wasn’t going to settle for someone else.

All that means that I don’t have any experience with sex or making a woman come, but I’m damn sure determined to make this good for Noelle.

My hands tighten on her hips, and I push her down onto me, grinding up into the sweet heaven between her thighs. Noelle gasps and moans in response, driving my own need higher. She takes over, starting to rock and squirm on top of me.

My cock pulses in my jeans, and I run my hands up Noelle’s back, flattening her tits against my chest.

“Ansel! Please,” she begs, and I tangle my fingers in her hair, dragging her mouth down to mine.

She kisses me hard, wrapping her arms around my neck as she continues to rock against me. My hands slip down to her waist and then under her sweater, and we both freeze as my bare skin touches hers.

I’ve touched Noelle over the years before, of course, but it was always her hand or waist, and always above her clothes.

We’re crossing all of the lines tonight, and I’ve never been happier. It feels like I’m finally getting everything that I’ve always wanted–Noelle.

She lifts her arms up above her head and I pull her sweater up and let it fall next to us on the couch.

Headlights flicker through the front windows, and we both pause. I watch as Noelle blinks, and we both start to come back to our senses.

“We should,” I start.

“Go upstairs,” she says.

She grabs her sweater and pushes to her feet. She makes it over to the stairs before she looks over her shoulder at me.

“Are you coming?” She asks, and I spring to my feet and hurry after her up the stairs.

I take her hand when she starts to pause outside of our rooms, and I pull her into my room.

Our room, I correct in my head.

She drops her sweater by the bed and turns to face me. I reach behind my head and pull my sweatshirt over my head. I toss it to the ground next to hers and look at Noelle. Her eyes are locked on my chest, and she licks her lips as she takes me in.

My cock is pressed hard against the zipper of my jeans, and I reach down, trying to adjust myself. There’s no room left in my jeans for it to go, though.

Noelle’s eyes meet mine, and we both take a deep breath together and then reach for our pants. I love how in sync we are.

We both stand at the same time, and I take in my girl standing before me in just her bra and panties. Her curves are on display, and every fiber of my body wants to touch her right now. I want to touch her, taste her, feel her against me.

Noelle steps towards me, and I close the distance, my hands wrapping around her. She shivers in my hold, and I realize that it’s cold up here.

“Get in bed,” I tell her, and she climbs onto the bed and moves to get situated under the covers.

I move to the fireplace and add the last few logs to the fire, and then I join her in the bed. Her skin is chilled as we press against each other, and I know that I need to warm her up.

I kiss her, my hands running over her. I can’t get enough of her soft skin. She’s so perfect, so responsive.

So mine.

Her hands land on my arms, and I shiver. There are so many feelings, so many thoughts racing through my head. I’ve dreamed about being with Noelle for so long, and it’s kind of crazy to finally be here with her like this.

We explore each other, our hands mapping out the other’s body. She tugs on the waistband of my boxers, and I help her pull them down. I reach for her panties and she kicks them off as I reach behind her, unhooking her bra and tossing it over the side of the bed. Now we’re both naked, and we press our bodies together, enjoying the feeling of our bare skin against each other.

Our mouths meet lazily as we continue to run our hands over each other. Her fingers trail down my stomach, and we both seem to hold our breaths as she wraps her hand around my length.

“Fuck,” I choke out, and she takes a deep breath, letting her hand slide up and down my cock, testing it out.

I grit my teeth to keep from coming and remember my objective. I need to make this good for Noelle.

“So big,” she murmurs, and I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine being punched in the face.

My hands find her breasts, and she arches against me, pressing herself into my palms more. Her hard little nipples rub against my hands, and she moans. My fingers find the sensitive peaks, and I pinch them lightly.

“Oh!” Noelle gasps, her pale eyes widening and then going hazy with arousal.

I do it again. She reaches for me, but I can’t have her touching me right now. I don’t trust myself to be able to hold back right now. I’m so close to the edge already.

I push on her shoulders and roll her onto her back, then nudge her legs open wide so that I can fit between her thick thighs. My cock rubs against her slick folds, and my eyes roll back in my head when I feel how hot and wet she is already.

“Fucking hell, Noelle,” I growl, and she tries to rub against me.

I drop my weight onto her to put a stop to that.

“Ansel,” she cries, and I kiss her, my fingers finding her nipple again.

I balance on one hand while I tease and explore her with the other. She writhes beneath me, her hot little pussy bucking against my cock, and I pinch her nipple in warning.

“Please!” She begs, and I kiss her lips once more and then start to make my way down her body.

I lick each nipple in turn, and her fingers dig into my hair, holding me in place as I wrap my lips around one nipple. I roll my tongue over the little cherry, and she moans, her fingers tightening in my hair. She holds me close to her as I switch between one breast and then the other.

Soon, that’s not enough, though, and I kiss my way down her body, shouldering her thighs apart as I lay between her legs. She smells so good, like milk and honey, and I take a deep breath before I lean forward and lick a path up her core.

Her tangy juices explode on my tongue, and I moan at the flavor.

“Oh! Ansel,” she moans, and my control snaps.

I bury my face in her sweet folds and lick her like she’s my favorite flavor of ice cream. I pin her to the bed, using my thumbs to spread her pussy lips so that nothing can get in the way of me licking her sweet cunt.

My tongue rolls over her clit, and her legs clamp down around my ears. She cries out as I suck the little pearl into my mouth and love it with the tip of my tongue. Noelle’s hands scrabble for purchase in the covers, and she clings to them, trying to find something to anchor herself as I continue to drive her crazy with my mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh!” She chants, and I can tell that she’s close.

I pry one leg away from my head, and I run one thick finger up to her snug hole. I rim her opening, and she trembles beneath me.

“Ansel,” she moans as I slowly start to push that finger into her.

She clamps tight around me, and I lick her clit, trying to get her to relax so that I can fit more of my finger into her.

“Ansel!” She screams, and I feel her come against my face.

I’ve only gotten half of my finger into her, and I wonder how I’ll ever be able to fit my cock into her. She shakes beneath me as I lick her through her orgasm. She exhales shakily as I pull my finger out of her and lick it clean.

She reaches for me, and I kiss my way up her body. My cock nudges at her opening, and she blinks, looking up at me with those pale blue eyes that I love so much. I can see the trust there in their depths, and I vow to never do anything to break that trust as I start to sink into her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell her softly, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

“You’d never hurt me,” she says, and I take an unsteady breath.

I press in another inch and bump up against her virginity. I’m shaking as I hold myself above her. She feels so damn good, so fucking perfect. I’m so close to the edge, and I’m not even halfway into her.

“Ansel,” she moans, her nails biting into my biceps as I thrust into her, popping her cherry and claiming her as mine.

“Mine,” I growl, and she nods.

Her pussy is wrapped so tight around my cock. She’s strangling it, and I have to pause and take a deep breath so that I don’t come instantly.

I sink the rest of the way inside of her, and we lock eyes as I hold still, letting her get used to my size.

“So good,” she moans as I start to pull out of her.

“Perfect,” I agree.

We move together slowly, both of us getting used to the rhythm and feel of being together. She’s drenched, and as sweat starts to coat us, we move together easily.

I’ve been balancing on the edge for so long, and as Noelle’s core starts to clench around me, my pace starts to falter.

I just need Noelle to reach her peak first.

I spread my knees wider, spreading her thighs at the same time. Then I reach between us, my fingers slipping through her juices as I find her clit and press down on that sweet button.

“Oh!” She gasps, her whole body tensing.

My balls start to draw up, and I roll her clit under my fingers, trying to drive her wild. It doesn’t take long, and Noelle is moaning and tensing under me. One more stroke, and she goes off like a rocket, pulling me along for the ride.

We come together, both of us crying out the other's name as we find our releases. My body starts to shake, and I roll to the side before my arms give out, and I crush my girl.

“Whoa,” Noelle says and I smile as I gather her in my arms and pull her against me.

“Uh-huh,” I agree, still breathing hard.

She cuddles against me, and I run my fingers lazily up and down her back. We both lie there, trying to catch our breaths as we listen to the crackle of the fire.

My eyes start to grow heavy after a minute, and I blink, not wanting to fall asleep, but as I look down at Noelle, I realize that she’s fast asleep in my arms. I smile, swallowing a laugh as I relax next to her.

I’ve never felt more at peace, never felt happier or more in love with my girl. As I close my eyes and start to drift off to sleep, I smile and think about what tomorrow brings. I know that I need to tell Noelle that I love her, and after tonight, I have high hopes that it will go well.