Page 109 of Stoplight
“You know I can’t let you go, right?”
Unbeknownst to Noble, she wasn’t willing to release him either. He stroked her deep, provoking her to yelp because the sensation felt too amazing.
“You hear me, Pumpkin? We gotta figure this shit out.” He kissed her lips. “No more waiting.”
His dick hit a sensitive spot, causing her mouth to part in bliss. “Papa, you making me crazy.”
“And you make me happy so we even.”
Noble propped himself on his forearms and picked up the pace. While he pumped in and out of her center, Irish clawed at his back. Her third orgasm had arrived with even greater force than the first two.
“Tell me you're mine.”
With no hesitation, she confessed, “I’m yours, Papa.”
“Forever?”
“Yes, for eternity.”
Their lips reunited, and their tongues swayed rhythmically. This was everything she ever imagined; fucking a man that imprisoned her whole heart. While the sex was spellbinding, it was the man behind the intimacy that had her so in tuned with him. Noble was the one. He was everything a woman would desire in a partner. Thoughtful, understanding, and driven. He was the perfect cocktail of a man.
“I love you, Pumpkin.”
That sobered her up immediately. She gazed into his eyes, seeking some inclination that he was telling a fallacy.
“You hear me?” He pumped her with a stroke that rendered her speechless. “I love the fuck outta you.”
Something washed over Irish. She wasn’t sure if it was euphoria or anxiety. Were his words only to fill her head upduring sex or did he mean it with every fiber of his being? Under his spell, she couldn’t decipher the difference.
“I love you, too.”
There it was. Their love was finally locked into a vault that only they knew the code to. The only other man who had the pleasure of hearing that from her mouth was Jovanis. Still, this love was different. It was ice water on a humid summer day. An intensity that catapulted Irish to the depths of ecstasy. Regret didn’t greet her when those words fell from her lips. Only contentment that stroked her into another dimension.
“This pussy so good, I gotta stay in. I can’t pull out.”
The risks were grand, but Irish didn’t give a fuck. Dick this good should never be turned away so she hiked her legs backwards, giving him even more access to her wetness. She wouldn’t deny Noble of this. He deserved to stay in pussy he had been taking such good care of.
“Fill me up, Papa.”
Noble pinned her legs back with his arms, slamming deep inside her. The sound of wetness graced her ears before Noble’s proclamation did.
“I’m… shit, Irish,” he groaned, pulsating inside of her flesh.
The feeling was fulfilling. Noble filled her with his fruits, and Irish was honored to provide the soil for his seed.
Panting, Noble peered at her with so much endearment that it brought tears to her eyes. They had both jumped off the deep end, hand in hand without a life jacket. Was Irish scared? A little but more than that she was thrilled. Love had finally found her without a GPS.
Eighteen
Anxiety had wreaked havoc on Cali’s body so much that she couldn’t inhale a deep breath without looking over her shoulder. She was shaken as she pushed out a breath filled with defeat and angst. Today, she sat at a table with her two sisters, preparing to tell them the horrible secret she had learned a week ago. The women hadn’t been together in so long that having lunch felt foreign. They had grown apart. Unfortunately, Bria and Enya had gone their separate ways, only opting to speak when they were at family gatherings. Cali had been trapped in the middle, trying to keep her relationship intact with both sisters.
“So, what’s the emergency?” Enya popped her lips. “I have a spa appointment at three, so let’s get this going.”
Cali rolled her eyes. Enya, the older sister, always had that bossy nature.
“Yeah, Cali, what’s going on? You made it sound like you're dying or something,” Bria joked.
“It feels that way,” she mumbled, looking down at her empty plate.
