For Noelle, the initial meeting of their lips was the beginning of a journey. Hunter's assuredness overcame whatever hesitation she hid so well.
At once their lips moved in harmony, moving in circles in an act of getting to know each other. Rough and smooth, soft and moist, they were a perfect fit. Noelle’s heart swelled, even as Hunter’s own beat loudly against her chest.
From a gentle probing, it blossomed into something bold and searching. Hunter slipped his tongue into her mouth. Suddenly it was no longer just a kiss. Desire was evident in the way they devoured each other, lips and tongue in a furious battle that flowered into a longing to express something more urgent.
Noelle moaned gently, and so did Hunter, before he picked her up and carried her inside.
Without breaking stride, Hunter carried her up the stairs and straight into his bedroom. He deposited her gently down to the floor. He turned her away from himself and rested both hands on her shoulders. He kissed the side of her neck just behind her ear then pulled the pin that held her hair up, until it cascaded like a waterfall on her shoulder. Hunter lifted her hair up and tugged at the zipper on her back.
Noelle held onto the bodice of her dress. She realized that she was completely naked underneath the gown with just a pair of undies. The soft zipping sound the dress made was in complete discord to the wild beating of her heart. Suddenly, she felt shy.
Hunter faced her once more. He smiled as he saw her desperately holding on to the dress. He pried her hand away from the soft material. The gown dropped down to her feet like a whisper.
“You have beautiful skin,” he crooned in approval, before dropping down on one knee, catching her by surprise. He held her ankle and removed a shoe, doing the same with the other foot.
Noelle sent a silent thank you to wherever Thomas Gaye was at the moment. All the pain she endured earlier at the spa gave her confidence that she was ready for anything tonight. But she needed to snap out of her stupor before she turned into a statue.
Her arms reached out to him. She began to undress him slowly and deliberately, enjoying the sight of his body as his clothes came off a piece at a time. She didn’t stop until he was as naked as she was. His clothes joined the heap on the floor. She shimmied out of her panties as he did the same with his underpants.
She gently caressed the side of his hip, marveling at the curly hair that was his happy trail. Her palms made caressing motions all the way to his back, where she lowered them down to the gentle mound of his ass and copped a feel. It was hard and firm to the touch.
His nostrils flared yet his breathing came in aroused pants of desire. Hooded eyes failed to conceal irises that dilated with sexual tension. Their eyes locked in a hypnotic trance. She gently sucked on his shoulder, teasingly biting his flesh and moving her way up his neck without any particular destination.
Hunter’s cock responded to her strokes, poking hard against her navel. She wanted to touch and caress it. But Hunter was suddenly down on his knees again, kissing her navel before burying his face between her legs.
“You smell so good.” His muffled words reached her.
Noelle arched her back raising her face to the ceiling and giving a soft moan of pleasure. She ran her hand through his hair. A gesture she wanted to do since the first time she had met him. It felt soft to her touch. She pulled him up so that they faced each other.
He twisted his arms behind her back, lowered them down to the back of her thighs and pulled both legs upward. Noelle straddled him, wrapping her legs around his lower waist. He carried her easily and brought her to the bed.
Noelle recognized the achy sensation that bloomed between her loins. A tightening inside the vagina that could only be described as pure anticipation. Their eyes were firmly locked onto each other.
Hunter shimmied backward, folded his legs beneath him, and sat before her naked body. He reached for her knees and planted her feet on the bed, opening her legs wide. His eyes smoldered as he bent forward, towards her pussy, and began kissing the outer lips of her vagina. Then he reached with his tongue and flicked at her protruding clit.
“Ohhh god,” Noelle moaned and closed her eyes.
She felt his fingers part the lips of her vagina, followed by the firm moist sensation of his tongue on her. She felt the slippery slickness of her own arousal even as he increased the pressure of his tongue on her sensitive nub, stroking her there. When he probed her with his middle finger, Noelle thought she would surely go insane. Her whole body was on fire.
Hunter’s masterful strokes with his tongue sent her body arching off the bed. Moaning and sighing sounds reverberated from her throat.
Without breaking his tempo, Hunter reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing it gently, before his thumb started its own brand of sweet torture on her hardened nipple. The combination of his tongue on her clit and finger massaging her nipple in a circular motion almost made her come. Her body shivered, every hair on her skin stood on end.
Noelle wanted him to stop or she would surely cum even before he was ready. Heart and brain were again at odds. Noelle wanted all this pleasure to go on until she reached the zenith of her gratification, but realized that beyond her own peak was an even higher summit if they orgasmed together.
She was moaning wildly as her body was racked with hot and cold sensations. But she didn’t want to cum in his mouth even as her fingers clawed wildly on the bed, searching for the willpower to tell him to stop.
“Please stop now before I come,” she begged him with extreme difficulty.
Noelle moved quickly, pushed him back, and pinned him down to the bed. She straddled his hips as her face hovered just above his. Her hair was a curtain that parted down on both sides of her cheeks. She could smell her scent in his mouth.
She kissed his ears, blowing gently into them and biting the tender-firm skin of his lobes. She followed a path down the side of his neck to the slopes of his shoulder. Her lips massaged the hardness of his abs, biting and sucking softly. She explored the beginning of the hair that covered his chest and ended gently just below the navel, where it spread out into a patch of pubic hair.
Noelle reached for his cock and gripped it firmly in her hand. She ran her palm from the tip and then flared gently down to the base of his cock. A wild shiver passed through his body. She was hypnotized by the thing that reared with a life of its own. As it lengthened with her attention, the thin skin shone with a pinkish hue while the head was suffused in a darker shade of crimson.
There was nothing she wanted more than to taste him. She opened her lips and licked the dew that glistened in the narrow opening at the tip. It tasted sweetish in her mouth. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip and took him inside her mouth. Her tongue brushed the lower side of his penis as her mouth took him deeper.
Another tremor ran through his body as his cock lengthened even more inside her mouth. She bobbed slowly up and down, increasing her tempo ever so gently before she settled for a steady, faster rhythm.
She stole a glance at him.
Hunter’s head was thrown back against the bed in bliss, his eyes in a tight squint, his jaw clenching and unclenching with every pass she made on his penis. His neck was stretched tautly as a growl of pleasure emanated from the mouth.
“Ohhh Noelle, that feels so good,” he groaned.
Noelle kept a relentless attack, her saliva making it slick and easy. Her lips slid firmly over the entire length of his cock as her tongue worked in tandem with each movement of her mouth.
Minutes passed and Hunter’s body trembled. His moans had altered into wild groans that bounced off the walls. He began a slow thrusting motion, enjoying the slippery feel of his cock in her mouth.
By sheer will, he pulled away and slowly released himself from her warm mouth before pushing her gently onto the bed. He used his thighs to open her legs and positioned himself between them. He lowered himself, cock hovering over her pussy, targeting her clit. She reached out and maneuvered his cock from under, gently ru
bbing him against her without going any deeper. They stayed that way for some time relishing the feel of slick skin against slick skin.
Then Hunter moved deliberately and penetrated her. A sigh escaped her lips as the hardness of his cock filled her entirely. He pushed into her slowly, slowly increasing his tempo, guiding his thrusts so that he made contact with her clit at every pass.
Noelle felt the heat in her body spread slowly with ever increasing intensity. She was like glowing coal combusting and turning into a blaze. The blaze traveled from her pussy, sending waves of indescribable sensations as he drove into her with deliberate movements, pushing with circular motions of his hips, manipulating her to follow his rhythm in a dance as old as time.
Noelle found herself meeting every successive plunge even as he lifted her ass off the bed. Her fingers clawed at his back, twisting, curling, and caressing him like a maniac.
“Ohhh God, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she moaned as she recognized the higher summit in the near distance.
“Go faster, Hunter, please go faster…” she begged him.
Hunter’s groan had turned into primal growls as he traversed the distance to his own pleasure.
“Come for me, baby” he urged her with every fiber in his body, begging for release.
He positioned his body and formed an arc over her. He took possession of one of her tits and sucked hard, tongue swirling against her nipple, never losing the rhythm of his thrusts inside her pussy.
Noelle screamed with ecstasy. It was all she needed. She felt a spasm that began in her navel and traveled like lightning to her vagina. A warm feeling overcame her. She spiraled into a powerful orgasm as her fingers dug deep into his back.
Simultaneously she heard Hunter grunt like a lion in heat even before her body could stop shaking violently. With one final thrust, Hunter orgasmed as her vagina went into an involuntary clench, sucking every ounce of juice that came spurting from his penis.
Then he dropped down slowly into her like an inflated balloon, his breath sounding like a wind tunnel in her ear. Noelle knew she could stay there forever. Trapped under his weight, tangled in his arms, and feeling thoroughly fucked.
***
Noelle was suffocating. She couldn’t breathe. Something heavy was obstructing the air in her lungs. Her eyes flew open in alarm and noted the strange surrounding. Seconds passed before she realized she was in Hunter’s house inside his bedroom. One arm was flung across her chest and one leg was hooked across her thigh in a grappling clinch.
The smell of sex permeated the room. She relaxed as memories came flooding. She stared at her lover in awe. The pinkish hue of the closed lids, the lashes that fanned out - these were trivial parts of an all-consuming personality she was just starting to recognize.
His closed eyelids moved randomly, indicating a dream state. Noelle hoped he was dreaming about her.
Hunter was a voracious lover. Noelle thought she surely had no more to give, only to find she was responding to his every command. He tasted, probed and explored every niche and crevice, every fold and all the secret places of her body. She was in sexual positions that she never even knew were possible, her orgasms becoming more intense with every contortion. He was like an animal that needed to mark his territory before he became exhausted and settled down to sleep. Recalling their sexual exploits of the evening made her feel hot and sexy, as she recognized the familiar raw ache between her loins.
But she didn’t want to rouse him yet. And a more ordinary sensation was adamant and could not be ignored. She was hungry. Her stomach grumbled loudly, just to prove a point.
She pulled away, trying hard not to jostle him. She picked up his shirt from the pile on the floor and hoped he wouldn’t mind. It was either that or wander naked about his house. The thought of running into someone unexpectedly almost made her change her mind. But she was really famished.
Out in the hallway, Noelle thought she needed signages to tell her where to go. But rationale dictated that the kitchen had to be on the ground floor. She headed down the long winding staircase, wondering how Hunter managed to carry her all the way to the bedroom.
After getting lost a few times, she eventually found what she was looking for and headed directly to the huge freezer to rummage for food.
“I can cook him breakfast,” the delightful thought occurred to her and she started a search for any ingredients that she could find. She felt at home in the kitchen. It was a familiar domain and soon she was happily whistling a tuneless song.
Chapter Nine
Hunter’s initial reaction after finding her gone was apprehension. He sat up in bed so fast that his head spun. Normally he'd breathe a sigh of relief, thankful to be spared the morning drama with other women. Then he spotted her gown still lying on the floor. He smiled as relief washed over him. The reaction was something new, something he had never felt before.
He padded on bare feet towards the kitchen. The sound of pans and utensils alerted him to her whereabouts. He stood by the doorway and watched her move assuredly around his kitchen, not aware that she was being watched.
“How can someone who was putty in my hands last night be totally oblivious of my presence?” Hunter wondered. He cleared his throat. She looked up instantly and flushed.
“Hi,” she greeted shyly, “I’m preparing breakfast. Would you like some? I’m really famished,” she admitted.
He approached her slowly, checking her reaction to his sudden appearance. She was definitely looking flushed. He removed the tray of eggs she was holding and placed them on the counter. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her hard on the lips.
She was panting when he finally let go.
“Good morning,” he grinned, suddenly feeling triumphant, “Yes, I’m famished too.”
“Could you beat those eggs for me, please?” Noelle asked turning away in search of fresh milk for the scrambled eggs she planned to make. She found a carton and began dicing potatoes, some bell peppers, and onions.
She stole a glance in his direction. He had a bemused look on his face.
“What?” she asked surprised.
“Beat? What-how, I don’t know…” he stammered.
Noelle almost burst out laughing. He couldn’t boil water, he admitted in the past, even if his life depended on it.
“Here, let me show you.”
She expertly cracked an egg into a bowl.
"Give me three more of those," she requested and went in search of the whisk.
"Fuck," He cussed under his breath as a cracked egg landed on the counter.
He had better luck with the rest.
Noelle grabbed some paper towels and wiped the counter clean. She handed the whisk and made a beating gesture. He reached for it awkwardly, not knowing which end to use. Noelle kept a straight face as she splashed olive oil into a pan. But the recollection was so comical that her shoulders shook with silent laughter.
“You’re feeling very unimpressed with me right now, aren’t you?” he asked sternly.
Noelle burst out laughing. He gave a sheepish grin and handed the bowl over. Noelle tossed the eggs with the rest of ingredients into the pan.
She handed him the ladle and with his hand in hers, mixed all the ingredients until eggs were just the right amount of softness.
“See? You can cook.”
She was just making conversation because standing close to him wasn’t doing much good for her equilibrium.
She found a serving dish and expertly flipped the eggs into it. He looked impressed.
“Do you have any plans for today?” He asked over spoonfuls of the delicious meal.
“What did you have in mind?” she retorted.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to spend the day with me here in the house.”
A whole day with him?
Noelle was bowled over. The idea of a repeat of last night was making her sweat. There was nothing she wanted more. Then she remembered Nikko. She was certain that Miranda spent t
he night with him in her apartment. Nikko adored the girl. Each time their doorbell rang, her son expected Miranda to be at the threshold.
“I’ll see what I can do. I have to call Miranda and find out. The café is normally closed on Monday. But I hate leaving Nikko…” her face crumpled over the sudden remembrance. Diggs' sudden reappearance was disturbing.
"What is it, Noelle?"
Noelle shook her head. Diggs was a part of her past that she’d rather forget. Telling Hunter about that part of her life was akin to airing dirty laundry. She was ashamed of her past.
Hunter recognized the stubborn expression. He drew near and held her close.
"What is it Noelle?" he urged firmly, “You can tell me.”
Noelle sighed, unwillingly. In her mind, the past was riddled with shame. It was a constant reminder of why she avoided any serious relationships. She wondered if coming clean would pave the way for any future between them. It shocked her that she even considered having any relationship with him. A night in the sack and she was suddenly optimistic. Did she dare take the risk and tell him how low she went back then?
He looked at her expectantly and Noelle took the risk to unravel her past.
Hunter was silent as she reminisced about Diggs and how they met, running away from home to shack up with him, her initial shock and realization that Diggs was everything her Mom thought he was. Noelle spared no detail, including how he physically abused her and landed her in the hospital, her discovery that she was carrying his baby, Diggs insistence that they make up for the baby’s sake, and his consequent imprisonment for beating another girl.
She bowed her head in shame. Her past was a testament to how stupid she was. Hunter must find her revolting. The thought brought a lump to her throat. She couldn't bear to see the look of disgust on his face.
“Look at me, Noelle,” he commanded, “It’s not your fault. You were young and immature. It could happen to anyone.”
Sympathy and understanding flitted across his face but mostly anger for what she suffered because of the bastard.
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