“Then fuck me already because, at this rate,I’mnot going to last long. I’m going to—”
The rest of the words die on my tongue as Noah slips inside me.
It’s just the head of him, but it feels like so much more.
“Holy shit.” I breathe harshly. “Oh god.”
“I know,” he agrees as he slips in more. “I fucking know.”
He works his way into me inch by grueling inch until he can’t anymore.
“Goddamnmotherfuckingshit,” he mutters as he rests his head on the back of mine. “I think I’ve died.”
Same.That’s exactly how I feel, too, as his cock stretches me wide.
I don’t want to be dead. I want to feel more of him.
“You have to move, Noah.”
“Can’t.”
“You have to,” I beg.
He must hear the desperation in my words, because he does. It’s slow, almost so much so that it’s painful, but fuck does it feel so good.
He continues to rock into me softly, each time pulling out just a little more until barely just the tip is inside me, then he slams home.
I see stars. Bright, white shooting stars.
I cry out in pleasure as he does it again and again, his balls slapping against me with each painful thrust.
It almost feels punishing, but in the best way possible.
“It’s better than I ever imagined,” he says through his rough breaths, not slowing his movements. “And I’ve imagined taking this sweet pussy bare quite a lot.”
I have too. Not this exact scenario, but still. This is incredible.He’sincredible. I feel so many things that I can hardly describe them. Full. Admired.
Happy.
That last one sends a zing of fear through me, but it’s quickly chased away by the orgasm that races through me without warning.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Noah chants as my pussy contracts around him, then he follows me right over the edge, filling me with his cum just as I asked for.
He grabs my knee, pulling my leg off the stool and dropping it to the floor before slumping against me.
I lie there, face pressed against the counter, my breaths so sharp they’re fogging the laminated wood. Noah rests against me, struggling to find his own air.
“I don’t know if I’ll recover from you,” he says when he finally does.
I don’t know that I will either.
And that’s the most terrifying part of this.
“Oh my goodness. I missed you so, so very much, my sweet little baby.”
I laugh as Izzy rubs her nose against Beans’s head. My cat purrs loudly, loving the attention.
It’s funny how she hides from me more often than not, but anytime someone comes over, she has no problems coming out from under the couch and begging for attention.
