Chapter 47: A Good Night

Noah groaned and rested his head against mine. I didn’t know what was going on in his mind, and I wished I could be there with him while he thought my request through. But I did know as soon as he made up his mind about it.

With a gut-wrenching moan, Noah pulled the tip of his cock out of me. He moved it until he was once again rubbing against my clit. He moved his hand so that he could press his fingers deep inside me once more.

“What we’ve done is already a risk, and I will not make it more of one. But I will not deny you release either when you beg me so sweetly,” Noah whispered. “Cum for me, little one. Then I’ll take you back to bed.”

He began to rub my clit and thrust his fingers into me in a fast, firm rhythm. The passion rose once more. This time it was so quick and overwhelming that I had no choice but to respond to it. I arched into him, trying to move with his fingers, but I could not keep up and hold onto the pleasure I was feeling.

I felt the sensations build then explode inside me once more, spreading through my veins and erupting into a loud cry that echoed off the bathroom walls. I laid my head on his shoulder and held him close as I continued to return to my body.

I heard the water stop, then the shower curtain was pushed open. I was fully prepared for Noah to put me down, but he didn’t. He quickly moved us back to his bed, where he laid me down gently in the middle. Only then did Noah leave me. But he only left me to put protection on, then he was back and kneeling over me.

I could see the strain on Noah’s face as he stared down at me. He had been keeping a tight grasp on his control, but I could see that it was about to shatter.

He pushed my legs apart and settled in between them. “I cannot hold on any longer. But you will tell me immediately if I hurt you. Do you understand?”

I nodded eagerly and wrapped my legs around his waist. I would have agreed to anything to feel him deep inside me once more. Noah didn’t force me to give him a verbal response this time as he positioned himself at my eager channel.

“Hold me close, little one,” he whispered in my ear.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in tight. Noah slammed deep inside me with a single swift move. I winced at the slight pain, but pushed it away in order to enjoy the sweet feeling of being full of Noah.

“Did that hurt?” he asked in a tight hoarse voice.

I shook my head and tried to arch myself into him. But he stayed still.

“Rebecca,” he growled in warning.

I whimpered in protest, but I knew it was useless. “Yes, it hurt for a moment, but it doesn’t now. All I feel… all I feel is need and pleasure.”

“Do not disobey me again, Becca. Next time I will not forgive so easily,” he warned me.

But the warning lost its bite when he began to move once more. My tight channel stretched and clung to his cock, holding it tightly even as he moved in and out of me. Despite his need, he started slowly, easing in and out of me until he was certain that he wouldn’t hurt me.

The sensations grew with his every movement. My heels dug into his bottom as much as my nails dug into his back.

“Oh please, Sir! Please, please. I need more… please don’t hold back,” I begged him.

Noah groaned, then curled his arms around my back and my hips, lifting me up until I was straddling him.

“Move with me,” he demanded before he began to thrust up into me.

I had no idea what he meant, but I let go and trusted him to show me. Before I knew it, we were moving together. The new position made his pelvis grind against my clit as we moved together. The pleasure grew, so did our pace. Our moans of pleasure turned to shouts of adulation. I arched back and braced myself on my hands to anchor myself as my frenzied thrusts grew out of control. I couldn’t hold back any longer. The sensations were pounding through me and settling into my core until they burst forth, sending those sweet spikes of pleasure throughout my body.

I screamed his name and let go.

His hands grabbed my hips in a punishing grip, then thrust one last time, and with my name shouted from his lips, he joined me in sweet bliss.

Gasping at the air, I tried to force my weak arms to not buckle under me. The position I found myself in was uncomfortable now that the pleasure was not taking my entire attention.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” Noah told me with a husky chuckle as he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up.

He held me close as he positioned us on the bed so that we were lying face to face. His hand brushed down my cheek as my eyes slowly closed. Exhaustion finally won out as my wonderfully sore and relaxed muscles finally gave way to sleep.

“Thank you, baby girl,” I heard him whisper as I drifted off. “Thank you for everything.”

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I awoke the next morning feeling the sunshine on me, forcing my exhausted eyes open even though I hated it with all my heart. I wasn’t ready to wake up or move out of the soft, comfy bed. I had been in the middle of a wonderful dream about Noah’s hands and mouth on every inch of my body, and I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I definitely wasn’t ready for last night to be over with.

I rolled over and placed my back to the window to block out the hated light. I reached my hand to the other side of the bed and tried to feel around for Noah’s body. But though the indent was there, he was gone.

Disconcerted, I sat up and looked around for him, but he was not in the room anymore. I felt my heart twist painfully, feeling slightly abandoned that he had left me alone in bed. I slid from the bed and began to search for my clothes from last night until I realized that they were downstairs. I pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around myself, feeling a blush rush up my cheeks. I had never been so exposed or in such a compromising position.

But I loved it.

I loved what we did last night, and my nudity was a reminder of it.

Now, if I could only find the person who helped me with what happened last night. I made sure the sheet was tightly fastened around me, then I began to move through the house, trying to find some sign of Noah.

I went into the bathroom, and the memory of what we had done made my face flush again. I wondered if I asked Noah very politely if he would do it again. Despite not feeling dirty, I could definitely use a shower again. I thought to myself with a wicked grin.

The ruckus in the kitchen was only audible when I got to the bottom of the stairs. I felt a sudden shyness trying to overwhelm me, but I straightened my shoulders and pushed those feelings down. There was no reason for me to be shy or even embarrassed by last night. I did nothing any other women hadn’t done in their life. Except I did it with the sexy, sensual, dominant man that had moved in next door to me.

I giggled as I entered the kitchen to find Noah putting things into a large lunch box. He turned as I entered, and there was a dark look on his face that seemed to disappear as soon as he saw me. My feet skidded to a stop, and my excitement turned to confusion when I caught sight of it.

Something was wrong.