Page 29 of Noah's Reckoning
Only we didn’t have to.
Instead, Noah lifted me onto him, both my legs now circling his waist as he carried me to the sleeping bag. He dropped to his knees, which jostled him inside me, but I could still feel him there, semi-hard now. He pushed me on my back and looked down at where we were still connected.
I lifted my head and I could see his cum now coating his cock as it dripped out of me.
His nose flared, but he didn’t move.
Then he looked at me.
“Aren’t you going to—”
“No,” he said. “Finally inside you. Not leaving until I’m hard and can fuck you again. You prepared for that?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
“Lift your shirt up, take your tits out. I want to play with them.”
I didn’t hesitate. I lifted my sweater and my sports bra up and over my head. One arm he used to brace his weight but kept his hips heavy on mine. With his other hand he started to play with my breasts.
And not just my nipples, which I expected. My whole breasts. He bounced them, cupped them, slapped them. Sometimes pinching my nipples, sometimes pulling them. I was so turned on by the time he dipped his head to suck my nipples I was pretty sure I was going to come again.
Then he started to fuck me. This time a slow roll of his hips that made my next orgasm hit me like a long, slow wave.
I didn’t scream. I sighed softly. “Noah.”
“That’s three,” he grunted in my ear then he was groaning over me until he finally collapsed.
* * *
Olivia
I wasn’t sure if I fainted or fell asleep. I only knew when I opened my eyes, things were different. I was still in the sleeping bag, no jeans, no bra, but I’d must have put my sweater back on before I nodded off.
Noah was wearing his flannel shirt and boxers. His jeans were spread out directly in front of the fire and he was poking at something inside the fire. I realized he was cooking the rabbit.
“How long was I out?”
He turned to me and it was strange. As many times as I’d seen his face, as many times I had marveled out how handsome he was, seeing him like this, in the firelight, took my breath away.
“Not long. Twenty minutes. You snore, Liv.”
I sat up covering my bottom with the blanket he’d evidently draped over me. “I do not!” I claimed, outraged by such a suggestion.
He snickered but then his face grew serious and I knew we had to dothe thing. The thing where we said what happened had been a huge mistake and it couldn’t happen again, yada, yada.
“Stop!” I said, holding my hand up even as he opened his mouth to speak. “Let’s not do it.”
“Do what?”
“Do the thing. The regret thing. Let’s just assume we’ve already said all the things we were going to say and pretend like it didn’t happen. I just need my jeans then we’ll eat rabbit and play rummy. We’ll probably argue over the scoring again and most likely something else because that’s what we do—”
Only he was shaking his head so I stopped talking and sighed.
“Fine, but if we’re going to do the thing, can I have my jeans?”
“They’re under the blanket.”
I lifted the blanket and found them. I pulled my panties out of the pocket and slid into them then pulled the jeans up over them. Feeling slightly less vulnerable I got up and sat next to him cross legged. Staring at the fire instead of him.
