I rip her lace panties and throw them to the floor. Her eyes widen. Grinning, I lower to my knees and watch as her eyes earnestly follow my descent.
“What do you need, darlin’,” I tease, running a finger along her opening and pushing slightly at her center. “Do you need this?” I push one finger inside her slowly. Her head falls back She moans my name. God, she is breathtaking. “Or,” I growl, as her wetness coats my fingers. “Do you need this?”
I enter another finger inside her, and curl both, running them diligently, vigorously against her gspot.
“God, yes!” She pants. Her hips rise and she matches my rhythm each time my fingers thrust up inside her. She lets out a slight scream and my dick throbs.
“Or,” I say, lowering my face. “Do you need this, darlin’?”
My mouth falls to her pussy. I lick up her slit tenderly. Taking my fingers out of her cunt, I replace them with my tongue. Licking from her center to her clit, I suck her sensitive nub in between my lips. Her thighs tighten around my head. Her hips buck wildly off the bed. The vibration sends her over the edge, and I quickly push both fingers back inside her as her body clamps down and her orgasm rips through her.
I look up as her body begins to relax. She lets out a satisfied sigh. Her eyes lock with mine and she smiles. “God, you southern boys sure do know how to please a woman down south,” she teases.
Rising up her body, I position myself at her opening and watch as her face clouds over with hesitation. This changes everything. We both know it. Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra with one hand and slowly peel it off her body. My head falls to her breasts. My length pulses, as I thrust it between the curve of her velvet lips. Taking one of her nipples in my mouth, she purrs as I suck and caress her hard peak with my tongue.
“I want you, Eva,” I whisper. “I’ve never wanted anything more. I’m not going anywhere, because I fucking love you, darlin’.”
Locking eyes, I begin to push inside her. Her tight center can’t take the girth of me, and she starts to push me off her.
“Noah,” she pants. “I don’t think I can…”
I capture her mouth and forcibly push the rest of the way inside her pussy. Lips pressed against mine, she screams out as I tear her apart. Pulling out, I nip her bottom lip to refocus her pain, and then thrust back inside her tight cunt. Her head falls back and she pants, “More.”
Her head falls forward and she cries, “Don’t ever leave me.”
“Never,” I growl as I grip her hips, pick up the pace, and start a punishing assault that leaves her breathless and screaming my name.
“Fuck, Darlin’, I’m close,” I whisper. “Are you going to cum with me, Eva?”
Her nails dig into my arms as I pull back and watch my hard cock pull in and out of her tight, wet pussy. My thumb vigorously rubs her clit and instantly sends her over the edge. She screams as her center begins to grip and squeeze my cock. Moments later, I find my own release while she is still coming down from her climax. Falling against her chest, I gather her in my arms and hold her close.
“Noah,” she eventually whispers. “Thank you. For taking the chance.”
I laugh as I prop myself up on my elbows and stare into her eyes. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too,” she smiles, as mischief lurks in her eyes. “Now, show me again just how much.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Eva
“Tell me again why you have a strange and weirdly large collection of worn baseball caps and camo clothing and what I can do about it,” I shout from across Noah’s new small apartment. We just moved our last load from his old place late last night and are now busy unpacking boxes.
“It’s not strange or weird,” he smirks at me from over the boxes he’s unloading in the kitchen. “I don’t ask you about your collection of antiques, books, or writing notebooks, do I?”
“Play nice or I might have to come across this room and make you,” I tease.
“By all means, please do,” he smiles mischievously, bracing himself on the counter and pushing down a few times, testing its sturdiness. “I don’t believe we had a chance to break in the kitchen last night. Besides, all this moving has made me starved. Your sweet, wet, pussy sure would taste like heaven right about now.”
Blushing, I ignore his response, and instead say, “I thought you were supposed to be showing me all I’ve been missing not being with a country boy before.”
I hold up a hat with so much dirt and sweat stains the logo is almost unrecognizable, and an almost full-on camo suit that looks like it has been worn more times than most of the other items in his closet. I wait to continue until I have his full attention. “This, darlin’, is not it.”
He flings a dish towel at me, which falls short, several feet from where I actually stand. “Watch it or I’ll be forced to come over there and set you straight, woman,” he playfully teases. “I’ll take you just as hungrily across the back of my couch as I will on the kitchen counter.”
Smiling, I go back to work unpacking and arranging his clothing. That kind of a break would be fun but there is still so much to do.
If I thought I knew Noah before, packing and unpacking all of his belongings helps me know him in ways I hadn’t imagined. So many things that people don’t talk about come out in their personal belongings: clothes, movies, magazines, toiletries. I get a glimpse further into his world the more I continue helping him move into his own place. He’s becoming more of a real person than the fantasy I fell in love with, and even through all the camo and sweaty baseball caps, I find I love him even more.
