CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

NOAH

The longing in her eyes makes me want her even more. Much, much more.

I lie next to her naked body and glide my hand up her side. Her skin is soft, like silk. I kiss her neck, then her mouth. I’m apprehensive. It’s not my skills as a lover that are causing these feelings. And it’s not that she’s a virgin. I’ve been with them before. Could it be that I like her too much? Whatever the reason, something feels different.

Our tongues flail against each other, and I fondle her breasts. Her nipples are harder than acorns, and I twist one of them. She twitches and whimpers.

I slide down and capture one in my mouth. Twiddle my tongue around it. Nibble on it.

She whispers, “That’s so good.”

Wonderful.

I push her breasts together. “Someday, I’m going to fuck these.” I don’t understand why I said that. I’ve never said it to anybody before. But it’s true. Someday, I am going to fuck them.

I go back to loving her nipples with my mouth and let my hand drift down to her hot, wet pussy. A finger finds her entrance, and her body spasms and she fists my hair.

I’m going down.

My mouth leaves her breasts as I kiss slowly downward.

She squirms.

I continue on until my mouth hovers over her mound, and then I tongue her. She tastes sweet, like nectar. I let my tongue flick and flutter and twirl while I reach up and play with a breast.

“Oh, my,” she utters and raises her hips.

I hold her down with a hand to her chest and nibble her clit.

“Oh, Jesus!”

My cock quivers. Easy, big fella.

I stop eating her and push two fingers inside of her. She’s tight. I like it. The anticipation almost gets to me, and I’m on the verge of coming. I stall a moment to gather myself, and she digs her fingernails into my shoulders.

That’s all the distraction I need.

I’m back in the game and finger her again until she orgasms.

“Oh, boy!”

“You ready for me?” I ask.

“Uh-huh.”

I position myself and stick the head of my dick inside her. Her hips rise to meet me. I shove in all the way.

She slurps in air, arches her back. “Yessss!”

From there, I frenziedly pump, trying to drive her through the mattress. So much for a gentle approach.

We find a rhythm, she and I, both of us grunting and groaning. She quivers, and I shudder and shoot my wad inside her. Melt on top of her.

“You doing all right?” I ask. “Did I hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me. And I’m doing great.” She wipes her mouth. “That was wonderful, by the way. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I answer and then kiss her and roll off.

She lays her head on my arm and rubs my chest.

“Getting late,” I comment. “Care to spend the night?”

“Have to work in the morning.”

“I’ll make sure you get there on time.”

Pause.

“Okay.”

I snuggle with her. No woman has spent the night before. Feels good. I like this girl.