Page 45 of Noah's Reckoning
“Later.”
It was like I couldn’t wait. I needed to be inside her now. Undoing my jeans, I pulled my hard dick out. I’d tossed a box of condoms on the bed. I picked it up and pulled one out quickly, sliding it over my erection. I didn’t take any more time than that before I was sliding into her from behind. My hands on her hips pulling her back toward me while I was pushing high and deep.
She was wet and hot and as perfect as I remembered.
“Noah,” she sighed. Like there was a feeling of relief.
“Yeah, you need my cock deep inside you, don’t you, baby.”
“Fuck yes,” she groaned.
I started pumping, watching my cock slide back and forth inside her. Every once and while glancing down to see those very professional, fuck-me shoes. I played with her nipples, I stroked her clit and in seconds I could feel her tightening around me.
“Noah!”
“Already?” I said, leaning over her to whisper in her ear before nipping at the bottom of her ear lobe. “That’s thirteen and since I’m not done fucking you, you better get ready for fourteen real quick.”
“I can’t,” she panted. “I can’t.”
I slipped out of her and pushed her up on the bed. Then I turned her so she was on her side, her legs together and pushed inside her from that angle.
“Noah!”
“Good?” I asked, feeling as if she was trapped by me, pinned by my body and my cock in a way she could never get free. All mine.
“Yes, yes. Oh God. There, there. Noah!”
“Fourteen!” I shouted even as I felt my own orgasm overtake me. Shooting into the condom wasn’t as satisfying as filling her up with my cum. Later, I thought. Later I would fill her mouth.
Then at some point we were going to have to talk because I didn’t think there was ever going to be a time when I wouldn’t want her.
12
Olivia
“I let you off the hook by not feeding me a steak dinner,” I called out to him as I brought the pizza into the bedroom.
Noah, who had finally managed to take off his clothes, was propped up against a bunch of my frilly, lace pillows. The juxtaposition of his thick, muscled, hairy chest against my pretty white pillows was enough to make me smile.
I set the box on the bed and dropped the robe I’d worn to greet the delivery guy. Underneath it, I was wearing Noah’s flannel shirt. Unbuttoned because he said he needed easy access to my tits.
Since I sort of liked what he did to my breasts when he had access to them, I didn’t object.
“Woman, I’ve given you four orgasms in the last three hours and you’re bitching about steak?”
This was true.
I sat across from him and handed him a slice of pizza with a paper plate and a napkin. “No dripping grease in my bed.”
“Our bed tonight,” he said, taking he pizza from me.
Ourbed.
“So you’re staying the night?”
He looked up from his slice. “I suppose I should have waited for you to ask. Are you asking?”
I nodded.
