Intimate Moments

Swallowing my whine of protest. I sat back slightly and took a deep breath, trying to center myself and gather the courage to do as Noah wished.

“May I please take my shoes off, Sir?” I asked him softly.

His gorgeous lips turned up in a bright smile of approval. “Yes, you may take your shoes off this time.”

I felt a wave of relief come over me, but before I could take them off, he hooked his finger under my chin to raise my eyes to his.

“But next time, I may want you to keep them on. Do you understand?”

The urge to roll my eyes was almost overwhelming and startled me to the core. I was not a sassy or sarcastic one, especially not in a serious moment like this... not that I had ever been in a moment like this before. Maybe this was normal for me? I took that curiosity and put it away to examine later.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied instead of rolling my eyes.

I didn’t dare say anything different, despite the urge to. I was terrified Noah would change his mind about the shoes. Nothing would kill the mood quicker than him laughing his backside off as I struggled to get up in these infuriating shoes. Before he could change his mind or I said something stupid, I quickly took my shoes off, then wiggled my toes for a moment to stretch them out.

“Beautiful, sexy toes,” he complimented me with an appreciated chuckle. “Next time, I may take a moment to play with them.”

My eyes widened in surprise. Out of all my erogenous zones that I had imagined Noah touching, my feet hadn’t even made my list. But now that was polling towards the top quickly. Then again, it was accurate to say that pretty much anything that Noah wanted, I wanted as well. Even more important than that, Noah kept speaking of the next time we would be together. Noah wanted more than this one night as much as I did. Just the thought made me feel a sense of joy and excitement.

“Come sit next to me, little one,” Noah instructed me softly as he patted the couch next to him.

With as much grace as I possessed, I stood and slowly walked over to the couch, then sat next to him. I folded my hands in my lap, trying to look much more patient than I was feeling.

"Good girl," Noah praised. "Now, lean back against the arm of the couch and spread your legs wide. I want a really good view."

My stomach tightened anxiously as I began to realize exactly what he was asking. I wasn't sure why the idea was so worrying. I had done far more for him in the past. However, all I could think of now was how close he would be and how much he would be able to see. The intimacy was much greater than I had been expecting, and that was making me hesitate.

I looked up into his soft eyes, fully expecting him to push me to do it, to hurry.

But Noah didn't.

He just watched silently, patiently for me to do what he instructed. The sense of certainty, of assurance that I would obey. He believed in me wholeheartedly, without a doubt, that I would do what he wanted.

It was his certainty that helped me push past my apprehensions. I scooted into position and pulled my knees up to my chest. I could feel the cold breeze across my mostly bared backside. Noah's eyes zoned in on the area scantily covered by my flimsy excuse for underwear. The flare of passion in his eyes was sharp and intense. My own desire swamped me, and my inhibitions dropped.

I made him feel this way. He wanted me with an intense desire that made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

Under his hungry eyes, I slowly spread my legs open until the only thing between his eyes and the warm, wet area between my thighs was the flimsy, lace thong.

"God, that's a fucking gorgeous sight," Noah groaned. "I'll bet your sweet little pussy is just dripping wet."

I moaned softly as a fresh wave of arousal flooded me. Even if I hadn't been dripping wet before, which I had been, I definitely was now.

"Are you?" Noah asked for confirmation.

Without thought or hesitation, I nodded emphatically.

"Good girl," Noah praised me, making my heart glow. "Now, show me how you pleasure yourself, baby girl."

I nodded and at his raised eyebrow, replied out loud. ''Yes, Sir."

My voice was barely a whisper, but it pleased him, and that was all that mattered to me. I slowly moved my hand down my body and brushed a finger down the soaking wet lace. I could feel that small caress to my core, and a small gasp of pleasure parted my lips.

My eyes drifted closed as I lost myself in the sensuality of the moment. But the small tease wasn't enough for me. It felt like I would explode if I didn't start playing immediately. I grasped the waistband to pull them off, but stopped when I remembered Noah's instructions.

I opened my eyes and licked my lips nervously. "May I take my panties off, Sir?"

Noah gave her a smile of approval. "Good job, little one."

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

"But no, I don't want you to take off those sexy panties just yet. Push them to the side,” Noah told me.

I did as he ordered and pushed the tiny strip of fabric aside, eager to feel the pleasure build once more. I was here to obey him. If he wanted to see me play, then I was going to play.

I slid my fingers down the soft lips of my pussy and parted them so that I could find the hard, aching clit. I heard Noah suck in a breath, but he didn't stop me or say anything, so I kept going. I tweaked and flicked at my clit, rubbing it faster and faster as the pleasure grew. My head rolled back as I bit my lips to keep the moans of pleasure inside. The little whimpers and whines of need were extremely embarrassing now that I had someone watching me.

A gentle finger rubbed across the bottom of my lips.

"Don't hold back, little one. I wanna hear how much pleasure it gives you. Never hold yourself back," Noah told me gently.