Chapter 21 Let Me Have A Taste

Chapter 21 Let Me Have A Taste
Noah moved down to her, pausing a while to look at how beautiful something he was about to taste. It was like a flower petal with human skin; the color is darker shade of pink and how her liquid make it look shining, like a gummy candy dripped in honey.
He literally couldn't wait to have a taste. And when her tongue washed into her hole, Elodie's sudden jolt didn't affect the taste.
It was sweet, and delicious. Kind of he never had before.
Elodie grabbed his head, rubbed his hair and kinda pulled it as well when his tongue hit the right spot. He barely heard her moaning, it was more like she was crying but for pleasure.
Noah licked, sucked, went deeper as if he didn't want to leave anything behind. Elodie's legs were tense and hot on his shoulders, while she occasionally squeezed her own breasts.
"Uhhh, Noah... Noah, do you want to destroy me?"
Noah moved up, licking Elodie's crotch while removing all her clothes. Elodie was without a single thread, like a painting of a Greek goddess never created for humans.
"Don't give up now, Elodie."
Noah carried her body to the bed and laid her down there. She waited impatiently for Noah to take off his pants, and only then did the tension behind Noah's underwear become clear, but he was still so patient.
He buried his face in Elodie again, his high nose sometimes bumping against her pussy, adding to the ticklish sensation.
"Noah, I'm stophh," Elodie sighed, but Noah ignored her and moved his tongue even more vigorously inside Elodie.
Elodie's moans grew louder.
"Ahhh, Noahhh, ahhh, aahhh!"
Elodie grabbed Noah's hair, almost pulling him as she felt the right kind of pleasure. And Noah stopped just as Elodie was about to reach her second orgasm.
Noah kissed Elodie, her traces still wet on his mouth, as if he was going to swallow Elodie whole, and again, he stopped.
Elodie was still on the brink of pleasure when Noah helped her sit up, Noah beneath the bed, watching her intently. The hunger in Elodie's eyes was like a kitten about to cry when its food was taken away.
And the curiosity in Noah's eyes was something Elodie couldn't easily read.
"Why? Are we done?" asked Elodie.
Noah replied, "That's not something I can decide on my own."
"I'm not done yet." Noah stood up, and Elodie pulled him back as if he were about to dump her. "Please," said Elodie, her pupils dilating with adrenaline, not fear.
"Please have sex with me. Fuck me, Noah."
Noah looked at her for a moment and smiled, taking off his panties to reveal his erect, large penis. Something that made Elodie nervous and curious.
He sat on the bed, then did nothing. Then Elodie climbed up, standing between his thighs.
"How am I supposed to put it in?" she hesitated, but also wanted to hurry.
"Let yours touch it, it will know what to do."
Elodie did it, she sat on Noah's penis, tense and hard. Her vagina touched Noah's rod and rubbed against it. The heat spread faster, and her body moved as if it knew what she wanted.
Elodie did it several times until she could no longer think clearly, she just wanted Noah inside her, regardless of whether it would fit or not; whether it would hurt or not.
And honestly, it hurt. Noah felt the space he was entering was still so tight, he helped himself in with a push.
"Ahhh!" Elodie moaned in pleasure as her body welcomed Noah completely. Noah pulled Elodie's waist closer and whispered.
"Ride it."
Elodie moved her hips, back and forth, up and down. She was still finding her rhythm between the pain, and still had to adapt to Noah's stimulation of her breasts.
"Ah, Noah, it hurts..."
"You'll get used to it."
Noah didn't let go of Elodie, he helped by moving his hips too, pulling his shaft back and forth.
"If you want to cum, you don't need to say it..."
Elodie bit her fingers to silence her mouth, she was afraid the pain would make her cry instead of moan. Her tears mixed with sweat, but this first experience was not something she would regret later.
She hugged Noah tightly, so tightly that her nails dug into Noah's skin. Noah didn't mind and just focused on his tempo, getting faster and faster, driving Elodie crazy.
"Noah, ahhh, ahhh! Ahhhh~"
Elodie bit Noah's shoulder, leaving a mark and blood there. Her head spun as if she had been hit by something, but it wasn't bad luck, it was a vision of stars, the way the universe collided and broke into different shades of fireworks.
Festive, boisterous, and beautiful.



Elodie woke up late.

Not because she wanted to, but because her body simply refused to move. Every muscle felt heavy, warm, used in a way she had never experienced before. For a moment, she panicked — then remembered.

Noah wasn't in bed, he got up fast to find him but then realized something was wrong the moment he tried to stand.

Her feet touched the floor, and her knees almost folded.

“—wait, wait, wait—” she hissed, grabbing the edge of the bed.

When he came out, already dressed in simple clothes, towel around his neck, he stopped when he saw her and quickly to her side. “Don’t rush.”

“I’m not rushing, I’m just—” She tried again and immediately froze, face burning.

Noah watched in silence for a second, then,

“Sit,” he said.

“I can walk,”

“You look like a newborn deer.”

“That’s rude.”

But she still let him guide her back to the bed.

He handed her a glass of water, then another one. She took both with two hands, avoiding his eyes like she’d done something illegal.

“This is so awkward,” she muttered.

“You’re the one who started it.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to suddenly act like a nurse,” she snapped, then immediately softened. “I mean— can you give me a towel please? I look like a newborn."

He took her shoes and coat for her without asking. Helped her stand again, slower this time, his hand firm on her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

She hated how much she needed it, walking to the bathroom felt like crossing a battlefield.

Every step reminded her of last night; reminded her of him.
"I'll help you clean your body."

She didn't refuse, knowing well Noah was her one and only help now. When they finally settled again, Noah’s phone vibrated.

He left Elodie in the bathup while waiting the warm water fulled the tank. He picked up the phone without seeing the name.

“…Speak.”

A man’s voice came through, low and urgent.

“We spotted O’Connell’s men. At the mall. Same area you went yesterday. They’re asking questions about a blonde girl.”

Noah’s expression didn’t change.
But his eyes slightly on Elodie’s silhouette, waiting helplessly in the bathtub.

“So,” he said quietly, eyes lifting to the window, to the city beyond.
“They moved fast.”