Intimate Moments: Pt 2

I couldn't deny him the simple request. I swallowed my embarrassment and let my bottom lip go. My fingers began to speed up the play of my clit, and I cried out as the sensations grew as well. Now that I had let go, the sounds of pleasure echoed through the house unimpeded.

The feelings grew and grew. They spread up from my clit and through my body until every nerve ending was tingling with a sweet fire. My hips jerked against my hand, trying to get closer and closer to the sweet release I knew was coming.

“Are you getting close, baby girl?” he asked softly. “Are you getting close to cumming?”

“Yes, Sir!” I cried.

“Stop,” he told me, putting his hand over mine to still its movements.

I sagged immediately, feeling the sensations fade from a boil to a slow simmer. “Why?” I gasped out.

“Because that is what I’ve asked you to do,” Noah responded simply. “Playing on my couch is fun, but I don’t wish it to end here.”

I gave him an odd look, but he just swept me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to his room. The room was dark, with only a low lamp on a dresser to give any light at all. The bed was centered in the room, pressed far against the back wall, and the headboard held four large poles on every end. It seemed every piece of furniture in the room was beautifully carved in dark wood and screamed Noah's masculinity.

But before I could take much else in, Noah laid me gently on his bed and took a step back just to stare down at me. His eyes flashed with something akin to possessiveness and a white-hot satisfaction. But before I could question it, he shook his head, and the look was gone. Back on his face was the cocky, eager smile as he looked down at me.

“You look like a goddess laying on the bed like that; half-naked, with your beautiful breasts hanging out begging for my attention,” Noah purred to me.

I felt a flush go up in my cheeks at his reminder of the state of my clothing. I was speechless, not sure what to say to his words. I wanted to be seductive and playful, but I didn’t know what to say or even dared to voice them.

But that didn’t seem to bother Noah. He knelt on the end of the bed and moved up my body. He ducked his head and took my mouth with his. His firm lips were tender as he played with my lips. It wasn’t rushed or demanded. It was a soft, sweet kiss that melted my heart as well as my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my fingers into his hair. He moaned softly and deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to sweep into my mouth and branded me with his touch and taste. His hands swept down my bare skin in a gentle caress until he got to my dress that was still around my waist.

He pulled away and pressed a gentle kiss on my nose. “I think that it’s time to get you out of your clothes, little one. I want to look at my subs gorgeous body.”

I felt an excited and shy flush rush up my body. “Yes, Sir.”

He moved off me and helped push my dress off me, then threw it towards a dresser on the far side of the room. He grasped my panties, and those little scraps quickly joined my dress. As soon as I was completely naked, Noah took the time to peruse my body with his eyes. I was grateful for the darkness, but the low light still left me feeling exposed to him. I tried not to feel shy, but I couldn’t look him in the eye. Even though Noah had shown no sign of rejecting any part of me, I was still worried about what his eyes would say.

He caressed my cheek softly. “Open your eyes, sweet one.”

I pushed them open and looked at him. There was no hint of disappointment or displeasure at what he was seeing. That gave me confidence and made me smile.

"You are so fucking gorgeous,” Noah whispered, reassuring me.

"Thank you, Sir," I replied to his compliment.

"You're very welcome, precious.

He slid out of bed and stood next to it. He stared at me for a moment before reaching down and grasping the hem of his shirt, then pulling it off in a single swift move. My eyes were glued to him, taking in every cut bronzed muscle that covered his chest. It was a gorgeous body that I was eager to explore. I knew he worked outside in his construction business and based on his amazing shape; he did a lot of the physical work himself as well.

But his deep, all-over complexion told me that he often worked without his shirt off. To truly know how far the tan went, I would have to see all of him based on his actions I was about to find out. His strong hands grasped his belt and slowly unbuckled and pulled it through the loops. I wasn't sure, but I could have sworn he was teasing me on purpose. Slowly, he unbuttoned his pants, then allowed them to drop to the ground.

Oh… my…. God…. He was not wearing anything under his pants. Those words rolled around in my head as I stared at the part of him that I’d only ever gotten hits of. His manhood… no, that was a girl’s word. An innocent girl’s word. And that was not what I wished to be anymore.

I stared at his cock.

It was glorious, fascinating. I wanted to touch it, taste it, investigate it until every curiosity was answered.

Noah wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroked it up word until a small drop appeared at the open at the tip. That fascinated me even more. He continued to rub himself while I watched, and I felt a mix of worry, arousal, and anticipation. This was so personal, so private, I shouldn’t be watching, but there was nothing at that moment that could drag my gaze away from him.

“Are you enjoying the sight, little one?” Noah crooned softly.

I nodded immediately and licked my lips as I imagined taking him into my mouth as I had heard some women did.

“I’ll let you have your fun soon enough, precious,” he told me with a smile and a wink.

He crawled back into bed and raised himself over me. When he looked down at me, the heat of his desire was back.