Noah slipped his hand between our bodies and began to stroke my dick at the same tempo as his thrusts. It was sensation overload and I came without warning – long, hard, my cries captured by Noah’s mouth. I felt him stiffen; his body tensed everywhere we connected, as he flooded his condom deep inside me. And, still he kissed me. Only once our breathing returned to normal did he pull back and look at me.
Noah, the sweet teenager was a beautiful soul, but Noah the man was stunning. He still had the beautiful soul of his youth, but the added confidence of the man made him irresistible to me. I reached up and touched his face, not caring if it wasn’t the manliest move in the world. Noah leaned into my touch and kissed my palm.
I had no words. What could I say after such an experience? Were they even needed? He had to have felt the way my body reacted to his, had to have felt our connection down to the molecular level as I did. I said nothing, just looked into his eyes until he eased out of me. Then, I let out a slight hiss from the tenderness.
“I tried to be easy,” Noah said worriedly, frown lines appeared on his brow.
“You were perfect.” His worry eased and he dropped down for a quick kiss.
“Let me take care of this condom and get something to clean you off with, I’ll be right back.” He stopped halfway to the door, turned, and pinned me with a suspicious glare. “If you dare climb out the window this time, I will follow you. Just like this.” He pointed to his naked body.
“I’m not going anywhere.” My legs felt like limp noodles and my eyes grew heavy with exhaustion. I couldn’t have left even if I wanted to, and I didn’t. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”
“And in the morning?” Both hands were on his hips.
“Still here.” He gave me a nod and left the room. I wasn’t sure how long he was gone, but I had fallen asleep in his absence. The feel of a warm washcloth on my stomach woke me up. I blinked my eyes open and looked into his smiling eyes “Still here,” I whispered.
Noah cleaned off my abdomen, set the washcloth on the bedside table, and flipped off the light. The mattress dipped as he climbed in beside me and covered us both with the sheet and blanket. Noah rolled onto his side, laid his head over my heart, and tossed his leg across my thighs.
“Gotcha now.” Boy, did he ever.
“Yes you do.” I dropped a kiss on his forehead, closed my eyes, and soaked in the contentment of the moment I’d been waiting on for over half of my life.
