“That’s BS and you know it,” he interrupts me, his voice snapping. “The truth is, you scared me. Still do. You fly through life while I trudge.”But when I fly, it’s from fear.“Where I stay put out of fear or duty, you trailblaze”Wrong again. I try new things because I don’t like the present me.“I mistook our difference for incompatibility. I was wrong.” His breath stutters. “I was awestruck.”
thirty-four
Noah
Okay, so maybe I went overboard with all the talking during sex. I don’t know. I just wanted Willow to know how much she means to me. If she weren’t already my wife, I’d be on one knee right now, begging her to be mine ’til death do us part.
I don’t know what tonight means to her. She’s not saying much. I can tell she likes the sex though, but that’s not enough to build a life on.
I bring her a warm, wet cloth to clean up, then take a quick shower before picking up our food at Clover’s Nook. When I return, she’s wrapped in a robe, descending the staircase. I set the bag of food on the console and wrap her in my arms. She smells of sex, and I take a large inhale, getting instantly hard.
Without missing a beat, she runs a hand over my cock. “Not tired yet?”
I skim her lips with mine. “Just getting warmed up.”
She raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed, but doesn’t say anything.
“Just say the word, and I’m at your service.”
“So chivalrous.”
“You have no idea. My sword belongs to you.”
“Okay—you’re making me horny again.”
I smirk. “Good.”
She moves inside my embrace, the robe parting to reveal her breast. I dip my head down and give it a lick, my cock pulsing, begging for release.
“Noah,” Willow breathes.
“Yes?”
Her fingers fumble with my jeans zipper, and she falls to her knees on the first step of the oak staircase, freeing my cock and taking it in her mouth.
I place my hands on her head, my fingers playing through her silky-soft mane while she licks my shaft. Throwing her head back, she looks at me with adoring eyes as she takes the tip in her mouth. With a soft growl that intensifies my erection, she closes her eyes and takes my length in, bobbing her head, sucking and licking.
My knees start giving out. This woman is pure heaven, and the fact she’s giving me head under the stern watch of the portraits of my ancestors doesn’t turn me off at all.
She takes my hands and places them firmly on her head, then lets go of my cock only to say, “Fuck my mouth, Callaway.”
“You’re doing just fine,” I croak.
She looks me in the eye, one hand stroking my cock, the tip against her mouth, the other digging into my ass. “I’m not going for just fine. I want you to fuck my mouth like you never thought you could.”
My dick strains painfully, trying to enter her against my better judgment. Willow’s plump mouth, deep throat, and willingness to please me could be a dangerous cocktail for her.
“I’ll let you know if it’s too much,” she says, her whispers echoing against the walls. “Please. I want you to. I’m begging you.” She pulls me in, and I almost teeter when I hit the back of her throat.
With both hands on her head, I set a rhythm, encouraged by her moans. She pulls me to her as she lies down on the staircase, making me straddle her. Her hands pulls my hips, encouraging me to keep going.
“I’m gonna come.” My dick is enraged, my vision blurred. “Let me go, Willow.” I can’t hold it in anymore, but she has an iron grip on me, whimpering and sucking. Her half-closed eyes seem to be begging me. “Willow, did you hear me?”
She nods and sucks harder, until I empty myself in her.
Minutes later, I’m still sprawled on the staircase, catching my breath, when Willow says, “So, two things. First, this was the best dinner deliveryever. Second, we need to baptize every room at Lilyvale this way.”
I roll over to kiss her, then start laughing uncontrollably.
