MY DICK WAS SOhard I could’ve used it to pound nails. I already had a semi while climbing up the fucking trellis, knowing that I would soon be in his room, naked, and inside him. I quickly found the room he was using, stripped off my clothes, and laid in the center of his bed. I heard the running water from the room next door and couldn’t keep my hands off my cock. I kept the tempo slow, teasing, as I imagined the water and soap cascading down his body. The body I craved more than anything.
Nerves set in when I heard the water shut off.Did I appear desperate?Good, because I was desperate to have him. Was I assuming too much? It was a chance I had to take, because I was all-in at that point. He appeared wrapped in a towel; droplets of water that were missed by the towel glistened against his skin.
His mouth fell open in surprise when he saw me on his bed, his eyes immediately latched onto my stroking action. I could’ve come right then with him watching me so intently, longing and lust turning his eyes darker. I didn’t want to interrupt his perusal of me, so I recounted how exactly I arrived in his bed.
“Oh God.” Two words spoken with a voice heavy with as much need as I felt.
“He can’t save you now, Noah.” My words seemed to snap him out of his trance. His eyes jerked to mine. Noah licked his lips, but I wasn’t sure whether it was from hunger to taste me or to tease me. His hands went to his towel and he began to loosen it from around his waist.
“I wasn’t asking for help,” his towel hit the floor, “I was thanking him.” My stroking faltered as he approached the bed. “You’re more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined.”Who was the one doing the seducing here?As soon as he put his knee on the bed, I rose up and reached for him.
We came together, our mouths devouring, and greedy hands touching – looking to burn new memories into our brains and erase every single lonely night we lost together. Noah straddled my hips and wrapped his legs around me. I sat holding him tightly against my chest, unwilling to turn loose of him. Still, I wasn’t close enough to him to suit me. I feared I’d never get the closeness that I craved from him.
Noah broke our kiss but didn’t move his lips very far; he sat wrapped around me and labored to pull air into his lungs. His breath ghosted across my lips and made me shiver. I slid a hand into his hair then tugged his head back, giving me access to the long column of his neck. I licked a trail from his clavicle to his dimpled chin before claiming his lips again. I missed the rasp of his tongue as it slid against mine.
I broke our kiss and returned to his neck where I kissed and nipped his taut flesh. I felt the whimpers and moans vibrating in his throat as I made a feast of him, paying special attention to his Adam’s apple. I worked my way to his ear and bit down on the tender flesh there.
“Fuck!” Noah cried out before he fisted both hands in my hair and pulled my mouth to his.
“Soon, babe.” My promise was lost in the torrent of need to taste his lips again. This was not going to be a fast, greedy mating. I had - we both had - waited for too damn long. I had been searching for over two decades to have this feeling again, and I wasn’t willing to rush it. My touch was a slow tempo, moving to a rhythm in my mind that only I heard. I ignored the wild pounding of my heart and the urge of my body to take and claim; instead, I adored him.
Noah wasn’t on the same page as me. He rotated his hips and rubbed our erections together, which made it so hard not to push him to his back and…
“Fuck me.” It wasn’t a plea; it was a demand. His body begged me, but his voice commanded.
“Not yet, Noah.” I gritted my teeth when he pressed his erection harder against mine, not willing to wait. I felt the dampness of our combined pre-cum sliding down our shafts, making the gliding of skin on skin sexier.
“Okay, then I’ll fuck you.” He pushed me to my back without further warning. Noah sat astride me and fisted both of our dicks in his hand and began to stroke up and down. I wanted to close my eyes and let the sensations take over, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. He brought me to the brink only to ease me back down. Noah kept my body and mind on edge. Take or be taken? That was the question.
“Take me,” I told Noah. The decision was made. I had never had the pleasure of him inside me; in fact, I had never had anyone inside me. It only seemed fitting that Noah would be the first and only for me. “Make me yours.”
Smoldering sounded like some lame ass term, but how else could I describe the burning heat in Noah’s eyes? He held my gaze for several seconds, searching and assessing. Did he know he was about to pop my cherry? Did I tell him? Noah broke eye contact when he shifted on the bed to open the bedside drawer.
“I was hopeful,” he said when I eyed the lubricant and the big box of condoms he pulled out of the drawer. “This almost feels like a dream, Mav.”
“It’s not a dream. I’m right here.” I reached for him and pulled him on top of me.
Our lips met again in a kiss that was less frenzied and more reverent. This was us, together again and about to reconnect in ways that we never connected with anyone else. It might have been arrogant for me to think that no one had touched Noah’s soul the way that I did, but I knew that they hadn’t. As for me, I only knew lust and a means to an end, except with Noah. He had always been different; the connection was so much stronger than just sexual attraction alone.
I felt Noah reaching and heard the sound of the lube being opened. My body tensed momentarily until I reminded myself that this was Noah and he’d never hurt me. He could heal me with a simple touch, a sweet kiss, and his never ending acceptance of me – flaws and all. All of my life, only Noah made me feel wholly loved and cherished. I needed that connection more than an orgasm.
I felt his cool, wet fingers rubbing at my entrance. Nerve endings and sensations I had never explored before fired to life and left me gasping into Noah’s mouth. Encouraged by my response, he slid one finger inside just enough to open and tease my hole. My breath hissed out between my lips at the slight burning sensation.
“I’ll make it better, Mav. I promise.” I saw in his eyes that he did understand that it was my first time for penetration. Perhaps he read the hesitation in my eyes or felt the tenseness in my body. Regardless, he knew and I trusted him to live up to his promise. His finger eased out and teased my rim again. “You’ll beg for it by the time I’m done with you.” Noah captured my mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss and I relaxed into him, allowing his finger to slide back in easier and deeper. “That’s it, Mav. Relax and let me love you.”
My heart thumped wildly at his word choice, even though my brain knew he was referencing the physical act of loving my body, not the emotional connection my heart craved. To be loved by him, completely and wholly, was more than I dared to hope for.
His lips never left mine as he patiently and lovingly opened me for him. By the time he had worked two fingers inside, my hips were thrusting to meet his penetration, my nails were digging into his ass, and my dick was threatening to erupt.
“Please,” I said, tearing my lips off of his. I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, but Noah did. He crooked his fingers and lightly pressed his fingers against my prostate. “Fuck, that feels…” Noah eased off and then pressed again, this time he circled his fingers and rubbed the gland. I was speechless, with my mouth gaping open as I struggled to pull oxygen into my lungs. It was as if my brain couldn’t process all the amazing sensations and sent signals to my lungs to breathe in, breathe out simultaneously. I begged Noah with my eyes, imploring him to take me.
“It gets so much better, Mav.” He slowly removed his fingers from my passage and sat back on his heels. Watching him tear the condom wrapper open with his teeth was very sexy; I thought the sight of him rolling it on his hard length was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed until he slicked himself up with lube. The slow and steady stroke of his hand up and down his erection sent need clawing through my body. I felt his hungry gaze on me where he couldn’t wait to be. “Pull your knees back to your chest.” He didn’t have to tell me twice.
Still, I couldn’t help but tense again when I felt him press the blunt tip of his dick against my opening. He leaned forward and I spread my legs to make room for him. His kiss calmed my nerves and I found myself melting into the mattress beneath him. He used my pliancy to press inside me just enough to let me adjust to his girth and stopped. Noah’s mouth never left mine as I relaxed again, allowing him to penetrate me fully – inch by achingly hard inch.
I had expected the burn and stretch, but the fullness and pressure of him inside me took me by complete surprise. And, still he kissed me. He pulled my legs up on his shoulder, held my thighs open, and began a slow, gentle glide in and out. And, still he kissed me. I tangled my hands in his silky hair and held his head to mine, not willing to break our kiss.
Noah’s pace picked up and he angled his penetration to rasp over my prostate with every entry. I felt the pressure and demanding need from my body to come just as I felt his body tremble with his own need. I raised my hips to meet his downward thrusts, needing it edgier – needing more. And, still he kissed me.
