I’m his. And he’s mine.
I’m limp as a rag doll when Noah lifts me, arranging us so I’m draped across his lap.
His fingers trace idle patterns over my back and butt, a soothing counterpoint to the lingering ache between my legs.
“You were amazing,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “So responsive, so passionate. You make me crazy, you know that?”
Heat stains my cheeks at the praise even as warmth blossoms in my chest. I never dreamed I could be this for someone, a source of desire and delight.
“You’re one to talk,” I retort, craning my neck to meet his gaze. Mischief glints in his eyes, softening the intensity of his regard. “The way you were looking at me...the things you did...” I shudder at the memory, desire stirring again.
Noah’s hand stills on my lower back, his eyes darkening. “Is that so? And what exactly did I do?” His voice drops into the smoky register that never fails to make me squirm.
I lick my lips, watching his gaze track the movement. “You—you held me down and took your pleasure.” The words emerge breathy and wanting, an invitation I hope he won’t refuse.
“Did I?” Noah’s hand resumes its path, drifting lower to cup one cheek, squeezing lightly. “And did you like it, me using your body for my pleasure?”
“Yes.” It’s barely more than a whimper. I’m melting under his touch, needing more. Needing him. Again.
“Mmm, good.” His fingers slide between my legs, finding me wet and wanting. “Because I fully intend to do it again.”
I gasp as Noah’s fingers plunge deep, my hips jerking towards his hand of their own accord.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice is a rough growl against my ear. “You love me filling your greedy little cunt.”
“Yes, yes, please,” I babble, beyond caring about how thirsty I sound. All that matters is his hands on me, in me, his cock pounding me into oblivion.
Noah chuckles, the sound dark and delighted. “So impatient.” He withdraws his fingers and I whine at the loss, trying to chase them.
A sharp smack on my ass stills my movements. “Ah ah, be good now, kitten. I’ll give you what you need.”
I force myself to remain still, watching through hooded eyes as Noah settles between my legs. He grips my hips, dragging me onto his cock in one rough thrust.
A cry tears from my throat at the sensation of being so filled, so perfectly, utterly possessed. Noah gives me no time to adjust, setting a brutal pace as he slams into me again and again.
It’s everything I crave, his hands and cock claiming me as his own. I come with a sob, pulsing around him, and Noah follows soon after with a groan.
He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms.
I nestle against his chest, basking in the warmth and scent of him, a deep contentment settling into my bones.
Noah presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Thank you for today. For...for everything.” His voice is rough with emotion, and I glance up to see a wealth of tenderness in his eyes.
My heart swells, overflowing with affection for this man who sees me, all of me, and loves me still. “I love you,” I whisper, meaning it with all that I am.
Noah’s arms tighten around me, his smile like the sun breaking through the clouds. “I love you too, Dylan. So damn much.”
After what seems like forever, Noah finally allows my release, intensifying our connection. He pulls me close and whispers in my ear. “Imagine what phenomenal little rugby players we would make.”
I smile, not quite sure what he means. But little rugby players sound cute.
“I told you tonight would be unforgettable,” he says, brushing the hair back from my face. I can only laugh, still catching my breath.
“You were right.” I tug him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. “And what was that about little rugby players?”
“Just thinking ahead.” Noah’s eyes gleam with mischief. “We’d have some powerhouse kids, don’t you think?”
I smack his shoulder, unable to contain my smile. “Let’s work on the first part before we get to babymaking, huh?”