Intimate Moments Pt: 3

Noah pressed a gentle kiss to my lips as if he wasn’t rushed, nor would he be rushed. His hand swept down the side of my body, caressing every curve appreciatively. Noah stopped at the slight curve of my abdomen and cupped my soft belly, splaying his hand wide. The tip of his little finger was sitting at the very top of the juncture of my thighs. A small gasp left my lips in response to how close he was to my pussy. I wanted to beg him to stop teasing me with his gentle little caresses and give me something substantial. But the words wouldn’t leave my lips no matter how loudly I mentally shouted at myself to do so.

Instead, I raised my hips just slightly to urge him forward if he didn’t already know.

“Ohh, baby girl. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want something from me,” he whispered in my ear as his lips brushed against the sensitive flesh.

I knew that. Rationally, I remembered that Noah wanted to hear me ask for things. But I wasn’t that far gone yet.

He nipped at my ear, and a loud cry flew from my lips as my body arched towards him of its own accord. A sharp spike of pleasure sizzled through my veins and pooled between my legs, feeding the aching throb that would not ease.

“Oh, please!” I begged him finally.

Noah’s lips moved down my neck, licking and nibbling his way down my collar bone. His hand moved a little further down and cupped my pussy gently, his fingers teasing the sensitive soft hair that covered it.

My thighs parted to give him better access, and he hooked his legs around mine, then used them to pull my thighs as far apart as my hips would allow.

“Yes, little one. Give me access to that pretty little pussy of yours,” Noah whispered in approval against me.

“Please, Sir. Please touch me!” I whimpered in need.

He pressed a kiss to my stomach and nuzzled the area where his lips had been. “That was quite a beautiful plea, Becca. I don’t know how I could possibly ignore it.”

God, I thought as I tried to catch my breath. I didn’t need him telling me no or moving his hand away. I really, really needed him to touch me. I was dying for the pleasure that only Noah's touch could provide.

Thankfully, he seemed to be in a very giving mood as he moved his fingers slowly parted my nether lips to find the hard, achy clit that needed him so badly. He moved slow, agonizing circles around it, just letting the sides of his fingers bump it here and there. The hard spikes of pleasure from every touch slammed into me so hard that my legs would shake. I felt as if I was so close it would only take a single caress to finally send me over into the crashing waves of an orgasm.

Noah gently bumped my clit with the pad of his finger once more and chuckled as my body jerked towards him once more.

“You are so sensitive and eager. It would be so much fun to keep playing with you. However, I have a feeling you want more than that. Am I right?” Noah asked.

“Yes, yes! Please!” I begged him. “I want to… I want to cum, Sir. Please, please!”

I could feel his smile against my stomach as he spoke once more. “Such a good girl.”

He didn’t say yes. But he didn’t say no, either. Instead, the only sign of his permission was his finger moving hard and fast across my clit. My legs began to tremble, and my body arched up against his hand as he continued to finger my pussy and did not stop. The pleasure swamped me in an enormous rush that swelled and peaked until it burst through me like hot little shock waves.

I heard Noah growl against my stomach, but it didn’t sound angry. Instead, his growl sounded hungry, like my pleasure had awakened a beast that was starving for me. I wasn’t scared. I was aroused by the noises he made.

As I drifted back down, he moved his finger from my overly sensitive clit down into the mouth of my weeping channel and pushed the tip just inside. Noah's finger was so big and my channel so tight that I felt the tip acutely.

“Rebecca,” he called to me softly.

Drowsily, I looked down at him and smiled into his concerned face. He seemed so worried about me that it made my heart warm. I knew he was scared of hurting me, but all I felt was pleasure. I wanted this, wanted him.

“Rebecca, this next part may feel uncomfortable and may hurt a bit. But I know you can handle it,” he warned me softly.

He was talking about taking my virginity. Reality lifted some of the fog from the sweet climax I had just had. This was it. After this moment, I would lose something that I had been hanging onto for years. Even through my friends losing theirs and the strange peer pressure that had tried to tell me I was being a prude if I didn’t have a different boyfriend every other week. I had not been in any hurry to sleep around.

I felt a pang of sadness, seeing this moment as something monumental. I knew some women didn’t think twice about it, and some felt they had become a woman the moment they lost theirs. Me? I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. However, I was happy that I had chosen Noah to be my first.

He was special and what we had was special. At least in my mind, it was. I just hoped he felt the same way about it as well.

“Rebecca,” he called to me in a gentle tone.

I blinked away my insecurities and brought my attention back to this moment. “Yes, Sir.”

He searched my eyes to make sure I was with him once more, then nodded. “Are you ready?”

I nodded but added, “Yes, Sir,” aloud so he wouldn’t misunderstand me.

“Good. I will do my best to make this as pleasurable as I can. But I must make sure you are ready to take me. I am not small,” Noah stated without an ounce of ego in his tone.

He had every right to brag, though I knew he wasn’t. I had seen his… c-cock. It was huge, and a part of me was both intrigued and scared to have that inside me.