awesomeness that was Noah Crawford’s face escape.
Noah sucked harder on my clit and then shook his head back and forth, which just about sent me over the edge, but then he buried his face as close as he could between my legs, licking, sucking, moaning, and humming. His fingers moved in and out, curling back and forth. I couldn’t take it anymore.Feeling him, seeing him, hearing him—it was too much. Like sensory overload or something equally mind-numbing.
My whole body shuddered as the coil finally sprang free and my eyes squeezed shut. Blue and black spots flickered behind my eyes as I bit my bottom lip and moaned out my orgasm. Wave after wave pulsated through my body as Noah continued to lick and suck. When the intense pleasure finally subsided and my body relaxed, he stopped and looked up at me while licking his lips.
“There. All better?” he chuckled with the sexiest grin on his face.
“Mmm-hmm,” I barely eked out, nodding my head like only an idiot would.
He sat back in his chair, remnants of the ice cream and my juices glistening on his chin. I was so mortified that I actually blushed. I mean, that much wetness couldn’t be normal, could it?
“Pussy à la mode—my favorite.” He grabbed his napkin, wiping his mouth and chin.
I pulled the shirt down to cover myself and hopefully some of my embarrassment, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“You still haven’t had my cherry,” I said suggestively.
Noah let out a hearty belly laugh, rubbing his hands over that pretty, pretty face, which had been buried in my vajayjay just minutes before. I’d come down those stairs wanting to see him pissed, but this was so much better.
“Eager, are we?” he asked. “Well,” he shrugged his shoulders and then slapped his thighs as he stood and hooked histhumbs under the band of his fuck-her-wear. “If that’s what you really want …”
Realization smacked me like a Mack truck and my eyes widened as my legs instinctively snapped closed. “No!” I shouted, louder than I probably needed to. “I’m … I’m still sore.”
It was an outright lie. I knew it. Double Agent Coochie knew it. And, more important, he knew it.
“Is that right? Hmm, well I could always make you,” he said, using that husky voice that made my insides dissolve into a puddle of goo.
He took a step toward me and lifted my chin to give me a soft kiss, and then another, and one more. His hands roamed over my shoulders, down my arms, and around my waist as I fought to keep my whorish thighs from opening up to invite him in.
Noah broke away and trailed kisses along my jaw to the sensitive spot below my ear. “Soon,” he whispered as he cupped my face in his hands and took my bottom lip between his.
He pulled away and cleared his throat. “I have some work to do tonight if I’m going to be able to take you shopping tomorrow,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “You can do whatever you want in the meantime.”
With that, he walked away and left me sitting on the table, stunned to silence, in a postcoital haze, and wearing nothing but his shirt.
Noah
I had to get out of there.
Her taste and smell were everywhere, and she was sittingthere in my goddamn shirt, looking sexier than she had any right to be. And to top it all off, she was offering me her fucking cherry.
Did she not have any clue whatsoever about the amount of restraint it took for me not to impale her with my cock right then and there?
But she had to have still been sore, and ramming my dick into her unabashedly wasn’t going to do anything but make that situation worse. Which also meant I’d have to wait even longer to do it again. And once I had her there was no way I was going to be able to keep myself from taking her over and over again, on every surface in the house. And my house, much like my cock, was pretty damn big.
Control. I had to maintain control and have a little more patience. All good things come to those who
Noah sucked harder on my clit and then shook his head back and forth, which just about sent me over the edge, but then he buried his face as close as he could between my legs, licking, sucking, moaning, and humming. His fingers moved in and out, curling back and forth. I couldn’t take it anymore.Feeling him, seeing him, hearing him—it was too much. Like sensory overload or something equally mind-numbing.
My whole body shuddered as the coil finally sprang free and my eyes squeezed shut. Blue and black spots flickered behind my eyes as I bit my bottom lip and moaned out my orgasm. Wave after wave pulsated through my body as Noah continued to lick and suck. When the intense pleasure finally subsided and my body relaxed, he stopped and looked up at me while licking his lips.
“There. All better?” he chuckled with the sexiest grin on his face.
“Mmm-hmm,” I barely eked out, nodding my head like only an idiot would.
He sat back in his chair, remnants of the ice cream and my juices glistening on his chin. I was so mortified that I actually blushed. I mean, that much wetness couldn’t be normal, could it?
“Pussy à la mode—my favorite.” He grabbed his napkin, wiping his mouth and chin.
I pulled the shirt down to cover myself and hopefully some of my embarrassment, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“You still haven’t had my cherry,” I said suggestively.
Noah let out a hearty belly laugh, rubbing his hands over that pretty, pretty face, which had been buried in my vajayjay just minutes before. I’d come down those stairs wanting to see him pissed, but this was so much better.
“Eager, are we?” he asked. “Well,” he shrugged his shoulders and then slapped his thighs as he stood and hooked histhumbs under the band of his fuck-her-wear. “If that’s what you really want …”
Realization smacked me like a Mack truck and my eyes widened as my legs instinctively snapped closed. “No!” I shouted, louder than I probably needed to. “I’m … I’m still sore.”
It was an outright lie. I knew it. Double Agent Coochie knew it. And, more important, he knew it.
“Is that right? Hmm, well I could always make you,” he said, using that husky voice that made my insides dissolve into a puddle of goo.
He took a step toward me and lifted my chin to give me a soft kiss, and then another, and one more. His hands roamed over my shoulders, down my arms, and around my waist as I fought to keep my whorish thighs from opening up to invite him in.
Noah broke away and trailed kisses along my jaw to the sensitive spot below my ear. “Soon,” he whispered as he cupped my face in his hands and took my bottom lip between his.
He pulled away and cleared his throat. “I have some work to do tonight if I’m going to be able to take you shopping tomorrow,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “You can do whatever you want in the meantime.”
With that, he walked away and left me sitting on the table, stunned to silence, in a postcoital haze, and wearing nothing but his shirt.
Noah
I had to get out of there.
Her taste and smell were everywhere, and she was sittingthere in my goddamn shirt, looking sexier than she had any right to be. And to top it all off, she was offering me her fucking cherry.
Did she not have any clue whatsoever about the amount of restraint it took for me not to impale her with my cock right then and there?
But she had to have still been sore, and ramming my dick into her unabashedly wasn’t going to do anything but make that situation worse. Which also meant I’d have to wait even longer to do it again. And once I had her there was no way I was going to be able to keep myself from taking her over and over again, on every surface in the house. And my house, much like my cock, was pretty damn big.
Control. I had to maintain control and have a little more patience. All good things come to those who
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