The command shoots through me like a rocket, and I’m obeying before I even know I’m doing it.
“Good girl,” he praises, the satisfaction of having me submit to him drowning his words. I never knew I had a praise kink, but with how wet I become between my legs and how my heart bursts with pride, I reckon that I do, in fact, love that.
He places his knees on the bed and leans over me, his hands beside my head, holding his weight.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful that sometimes it feels like my messed-up brain has conjured you out of sheer will,” he rasps, swallowing an audible gulp, making my heart thump against my chest as it begs to hug his.
I rake a hand through his hair, pull myself closer to his lips, and once again wonder how they would taste. His eyes say that he has thesame thought running through his mind, or maybe it’s just me searching for something that’s not there.
“I’m real,” I whisper, and he shudders above me, loving that I have so much effect on him.
He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes fluttering close as he exhales, “Thank fuck!”
I giggle at his expression, and his eyes pop open, inside them a blazing inferno. “I love it when you laugh, Andie. But today, I wanna hear you cry while you suffocate my cock with that tight pussy of yours,” he growls, each of his crude words music to my ears.
The smile on my face slips as a whimper brushes past my lips. “Yes…please.” I nod at him, not above begging with how empty I feel at this point.
A rakish grin takes over his face. “I love it when you beg.” He supports himself with one hand while he rubs a strand of hair between his fingers, watching them enraptured. “Who would have thought that the innocent virgin woman was just waiting for a man to bring her to her knees?”
The second, his eyes turn to me, my breath hitches, waiting to see what he says next.
“Who would’ve thought that you are the type to walk around bare under your clothes, or that the thought of being caught turns you on? Or that you would get your nipples pierced.” He shakes his head. “Certainly, not me. But oh, how fucking glad I am that you proved me wrong on counts.”
When I feel the weight of him between my legs and his words make me want to combust, I rub myself on his shaft. It’s not in, but the contact is enough to send both of us reeling as we groan at how good it feels.
My eyes flutter shut, unable to bear the pleasure of how stimulated I feel, especially after being denied an orgasm once.
Noah’s hand wraps around my throat, forcing me to open my eyes. “Eyes on me,” he commands in a guttural tone. “You’ll look at me when I take your virgin pussy and make you come on my cock, Andie.”
His eyes hold me captive, and I couldn’t have strayed even if he hadn’t told me to. “Y…Yes,” I stutter as he feels the words beneath his palm.
Noah leaves my throat, and his hand goes down between our bodies, his eyes following. I hold my breath for what feels like eternity until I feelhis touch on my bundle of nerves.
His chest rumbles with a groan, which I feel in mine with him flushed to me. “Good,” he rasps. “You’re soaking wet, so it shouldn’t hurt much.”
The thought brings me a little peace of mind since this is my first time. His eyes come to me, looking deeply, so I understand what he says next. “You say the safe word, and I stop,” he reminds me, his voice soft enough to assure me of the sincerity behind his words.
“Okay,” I nod, cupping his cheek, grateful that he’s being both gentle and rough, whichever the occasion calls for.
It seems like the occasion calls for a little roughness now, because the softness instantly evaporates, and he switches back to the Noah who likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom.
“Let me get a condom.” He begins to pull back to stand, but I wrap my arms around him to stop him. “What is it?” He looks at me with his brows furrowed, searching my eyes.
I hesitate before answering. “I…am on the pill, if you wanted to…” I let the statement hang in the air, knowing he’ll understand what I mean.
His eyes flare wide at the realization. “You wantme to go bare?” I give a small nod, afraid he’ll turn me down, or I don’t know, laugh in my face.
But of course, he does none of those things. “I’m regularly tested,” he shares. “But that’s a big decision. You sure?”
“I am,” I tell him with all the confidence I can muster.
“Okay, good girl,” he praises, leaning back over me, a wicked gleam shining in his eyes that promises a good time. “Now, hold on, Rainbow, because it’s gonna be a long night.”
Let’s hope I don’t die of overstimulation before I ever come.
Twenty Four
Noah