Glancing at the coffee machine again, she reads my mind and gets up to fix us some, taking my plate along the way.
I try to protest, but she won’t have it.
“You just sit there, mister,” she says with mock seriousness. “You made breakfast, I’ll get the coffee and clean up a little.”
I want to go over to her, to take her in my arms, but I have to content myself with just watching her from behind, moving about the kitchen and giving me short little glances until she’s done.
The more I watch her, the more I notice her starting to unravel.
It’s a little tremor at first, a couple of deep breaths to steady herself, but by the time she’s trying to pour the heavy pot of hot coffee, I notice how bad she’s shaking.
How much she needs it.
“Oh, Noah!” she gasps, almost falling into my arms as I grab ahold of her with one hand and rest the hot coffee on the counter with the other.
“Noah,” she whimpers, her eyes starting to flutter and her legs going out from under her.
“I want you to… I need you to…” she pleads suddenly, begging me to touch her, to kiss, to do something.
My lips over hers drawing a long, deep moan from both of us. Her hands grab at my face then my bulging crotch as she continues to whimper, shivering like she’s about to-
“Oh no, you don’t!” I caution her. “There’s plenty of that coming. You’ll finish when I say you can understand?” I demand, feeling her head bobbing as I kiss her again, harder, letting my hand roam where it wants; right between her legs making it impossible for her to hold on like I just told her to.
I’ve never heard my own name said with such emotion, so full of need.
It’s like a switch inside me flips, making me so hard I feel like bursting myself.
Her weightless body sags into me and although I would have been content with that first kiss, I can tell this is kind of an emergency.
The sounds she’s making, the movement of her shivering body in my arms as she tears at her own clothes, it’s like she’s been possessed.
We both have been, and I realize too that half the sounds I’m hearing are my own.
I have the cure though, I can draw it from her and make her whole again. I can give it back to her, making her mine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Faith
The whole room spins until I realize it’s Noah picking me up as if I weigh nothing in his arms.
I’m moaning like a wounded animal, clawing at my clothes now. Instead of feeling shy and unsure, I only want one thing and from the sounds Noah makes, he knows exactly what that is.
He pauses at the bottom of the stairs, which seem to spin like my whole world right now, and I manage to shake my head.
I can’t even wait for him to climb them, I want him climbing on top of me.
Right. Freaking. Now.
Sensing this, Noah swiftly moves into the lounge and tosses me onto the huge leather couch, making me growl louder, twisting my whole body and lifting my shirt off, wanting him to be the one who pulls down my tracks pants.
In seconds, after he’s nodded with supreme satisfaction at the sight of my naked chest up close, he’s on his knees between my legs, tugging the gray sweats off me.
His hands are huge, and although not rough they have a coarseness that a real man’s hands would. A man who’s used to working with them, and not afraid to get them dirty.
He groans as his palms slide up the inside of my smooth, thick thighs. “Fuck, you’re so smooth, Faith. Like silk.”
My head tilts back and I reach out for him, jerking and shuddering as his hand brushes the fine hair on my saturated mound for the very first time.
I gasp louder, hooking my legs around him. Trying to anyway. The man’s a mountain and makes me feel tiny for the first time in my life.
I struggle to focus, but I know he wants me to see him looking me over.
He wants me to see the effect I have on him as he runs his hands from my thighs and center all the way up to my chest and back down to my thighs again.
After a few passes like this, I know I’m about to burst. Whatever it is inside me he’s awoken is about to explode, and when his thick finger starts to tease my proud nipples, I have to warn him.
“Not until I say you can remember Faith?” he cautions but giving me instant relief by thrusting his head down.
His whole mouth covering my drenched sex in a moment as he inhales me and tastes all of me for the first time as well.
It’s nothing like I imagined it would be.
It’s a million times better.
A billion times better.
His hair is soft and thick in my fingers, and I grip it if only to stop myself from lifting right off the couch as he masterfully engages every inch of my center with his tongue, mouth, and even that scratchy stubble that seems to hit the right spot too.
His massive hands grip my ass, lifting me up so he can press his whole face deeper into me as he makes those deep, satisfied sounds that resonate right through me in tune with my own rising climax.
I know he told me I can only come when he says so, but-
Reading my mind, and sensing it so obviously himself, I feel his head nodding as I hold onto him so hard it feels like I might pull his hair right out by the roots.
“I want you to come for me, Faith,” he growls. “Come in mouth, on my face. Come for me now, Faith. Promise yourself to me!”
His words are like a spell that opens the floodgates of everything I’ve fought to hold back.
Not only for the past few hours but for my whole life.
Every moment of sensual fantasy, feeling, and repressed urge is suddenly let out in a single series of waves that wash over my whole body.
Noah’s hands knead my rear and then spread me open upfront even more as I keep coming, just like I know he wants me to.
It feels like I can’t stop and his firm grip assures me that it’s not only alright, but it’s even more than he expected from me.
I know I’ve made him very happy, as well as myself.
Some sort of invisible parachute eventually opens, and I feel myself floating back down to earth. Back to the couch and back into Noah’s strong hands.
The ripples of pleasure pulse through me still, a little less intense and less frequently until I finally feel myself able to breathe again, with Noah lifting his face to mine and kissing me with such intensity it almost restarts the whole feeling all over again.
I can taste him and I can taste myself in his mouth and on his face, my hand strokes his perfect jaw and he smiles.
“You’re perfect. Faith. You did great.”
I feel a little shooting stab of anxiety, completely forgetting that there’s one thing I haven’t told Noah.
I’m a prude, maybe. But I know what guys want. And after oral comes you-know-what.
I gasp again, feeling the sheer size and thickness of Noah’s dick against me, still straining through his jeans.
He starts to unzip himself, and although I have no idea what I’m doing, I have to see it.
I yearn to touch it and feel it gliding over me.
He groans loudly, his huge member bobbing free from its denim prison, a clear line of warmth as I use both hands to grip it by instinct more than anything else.
It’s so hot and thick, throbbing in my hand but the large rounded tip is so smooth. Like nothing else, I’ve ever felt, and each natural stroke I start to employ draws such a sound from the man that I know I’ve found another way to make him truly happy.
“I wanna fuck you, Faith. Take you until you come on my dick like you did in my mouth just now,” he murmurs, nibbling my neck.
His hips are rotating and his powerful legs are spreading mine wider apart, making me moan again too.
“I… I-”
It’s impossible, I can’t ruin this moment, not for Noah and not for myself.
It’s my big chance.
What are you doing? Give yourself to
him ya big dummy!
“What is it, baby?” he asks, breathless, the smooth tip of his heat circling my wet hole.
But I clench up, pulling myself away from him, wishing the couch could swallow me whole instead.
“I’m a virgin,” I confess. And promptly burst into tears.
I feel him relaxing over me, lifting some of his weight off and giving me some air.
I reach out for him, not wanting him to break our skin on skin contact.
Not wanting to lose him either.
Oh! Why did I tell him, now he’ll never want me.
It feels like my body shaking with sobs until I realize that Noah’s actually chuckling softly to himself.
Not laughing at me though, laughing at my silliness.
“I know you are, Faith. At least, I hoped you would be,” he says, wiping a tear away and brushing my hair back, kissing me gently again.
“If it’s too soon, we can wait. I guess I just thought...” he says, his brow going up as he looks me over once again.
“I want to, I really do,” I squeal, gripping him harder by his shirt and pulling him closer, on top of me again.
“It’s just… Oh! I don’t even know what it is, Noah. Everything’s just happening so fast,” I tell him honestly, trying to even find the words, to sum up how I feel.
“It’s alright,” he tells me again, his voice is deep but soft now. Smooth, like his hands’ movement on me, gently stroking me to calm me down now instead of trying to excite me.
“This is just what you do to me,” he says, and I grip hold of as much of his fat cock in my hand as I can, making him take a sharp breath in.
“See?” he asks, smiling. “I have so much of this I want to give you, Faith. But I want you to want it too. You have to be ready.”
I must have a puzzled look on my face.
“You’re gonna be mine, Faith. In every way. I’m not interested in just sex. I want you, all of you and all the time, always. Forever,” he says with more determination in his voice.
With authority.
If it were anyone else, I’d be worried, maybe even a little scared. But with Noah, anything he says or does is just right. It always feels so right and I can’t help but agree with him.
Even though it does sound like something that would give my Dad a heart attack.
“Just tell me,” he says again. “Just tell me you’re mine and nobody else’s, not ever. I’ll be your first and you’ll be my only from now on.”
I feel my head nodding, my breath trying to sigh as it catches at the same time.
“I’m yours, Noah Templeton. All yours,” I finally manage and we both sink deeper into the soft leather, creaking from our hot wetness underneath.
The storm I thought had passed announces itself anew overhead, and a deep roll of thunder sees me clutching Noah even tighter.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Noah
It’s the biggest relief, and not just the one I catch in my mouth.
Knowing she’s a virgin and knowing there’s nobody else except me and her.
I’d kinda hoped she would be. I mean, an unmarried Preacher’s daughter?
I wonder if I can wait that long though.
Would the old man even approve? I doubt it. Sweet talking to him on the phone is one thing when he thinks I’m only stopping by for gas and maybe a cup of coffee.
Claiming his only daughter as my own, right here on his couch in his living room. That’s an entirely different thing altogether.
“What are you thinking about?” she finally asks.
We’ve been bundled up on the couch for a while now. My stiff member pressing into her belly and side when she shifts, making her purr and distracting me to no end.
“I’m just wondering how long we’ve got. Like this I mean,” I tell her point-blank.
She frowns and I can tell she’s been thinking the exact same thing.
“Dad’s due back tomorrow, maybe the next day at the latest,” she sighs, patting my chest and telling me not to think about it.
But it’s like an invisible clock is already ticking.
I had to rush to make my way to her, to stake my claim. Now I feel like I need to double-time to seal the deal properly, to truly make her mine.
To claim her as my own. Not an easy thing to do if her Preacher Dad gets here or decides to come home early.
The idea makes me itchy. I get up from the couch, suddenly feeling like we need to move.
Like I don’t want to just wait around for the next interruption or thing to interfere with our plans, with us.
“What is it, Noah?” she asks again. “We’ve got time, come back down here or maybe you wanna go lay down on my bed? The air conditioner’s fixed now,” she coos.
But as tempting as it is, I can’t relax. Not until I know she’s all mine and we don’t have to be tied to her Daddy’s house, or his rules.
Rules I’m sure he has, and rules I’m sure we’ve already broken a dozen of just in the past hour.
I wince a little as I zip myself back up, but take my shirt off. I leave my boots on, something about having them on now feels right. In case I need to grab her and run.
It’s the case that’s doing this.
I look over to the doorway, sighing bitterly as I kick myself for letting it out of my sight for as many times in two days now.
“What is it, Noah?” Faith asks again. “Is it me, did I do something wrong?”
I smile at her. “You could never do anything wrong, Faith. I’m sorry,” I tell her, going back to her and leaning over to kiss her.
“I just have a few things on my mind, things I somehow managed to forget all about once I saw you yesterday.”
She looks worried. “You’re not in any kind of trouble, are you?”
I frown, shaking my head. “No, I’m not in any trouble. Only with your Dad once he finds out.”
I chuckle to myself about it, but my words have the opposite effect on Faith, who suddenly turns so pale I think she’s about to be sick.
I slide down next to her, my weight pushing her up at least six inches as I put my arm around her.
“I was only kidding, Faith. You’re an adult aren’t you?” I ask, feeling a little nervous suddenly myself.
“I’m twenty-two,” she says, patting my knee and putting that one to bed at least.
“But, oh I don’t know,” she says, sinking back and joining me in my strange mood.
Not unhappy but not a hundred percent sure of what to do next either.
“I can’t stay here, Faith. Not for long and not once your Dad gets back.” I tell her, opting for the truth instead of fairy tales.
Neither of us has time for that.
“I know,” she whines. “But I’m not letting you leave without me,” she finally says, sounding about as sure as I’ve heard her so far.
“Good girl,” I reply, kissing the top of her head. “But I’m not sure-”
That damned phone rings again, making us jump.
It’s an old Bakelite thing, weighs a ton, and rings like a level crossing.
Looking at each other, we both know who it is. I stand again, ready to go answer but Faith is out of her seat like a shot and in three steps she’s out of sight as I hear her answering the phone.
I feel myself chewing my own lip now, a bad habit I know I’ve just caught from Faith.
It’s not comforting, but it gives me something else to do as I try to think of what to do next.
Picking up the case and bringing it into the lounge, if only to feel I’m still doing what I’m supposed to – move the damned thing, I can hear Faith in the kitchen.
I don’t think it’s her Dad, after all, probably just both of us feeling a little guilty.
One of us anyway, I’ve got no regrets so far, except maybe wishing I’d taken her away first thing.
But I also know she doesn’t want to leave, not really.
Home for me right now is my truck, so I totally get that home for Faith can
have a different meaning from my own.
Hearing her tone getting upset, I move towards the kitchen, pushing the case under the coffee table with my foot as I go.
“It’s none of your damned business, that’s why!” she exclaims before hanging the heavy phone up with a clang.
I wince at the sound and feel a separate feeling, a thrill running through me as I watch Faith’s temper first hand.
She’s sexy as all hell when she’s mad.
I like that a lot.
“What are you smiling about?” she snaps, her face flushed and her still naked chest heaving as I scan her whole body, feeling my two day old hard on getting just a little harder still in my pants.
“Well!?” she shouts, and I can’t help it, I grab her with open arms, smothering her and peppering her with so many kisses until she finally laughs too.
“Who was it?” I ask, only holding her far enough away to see her eyes as they flash with fresh anger at the question.
“That idiot, Fitz! He’s damn well told the whole town you’re here alone with me by now. Said he told my Dad too, no wonder Dad was acting so weird.”
I stop my clowning, the definite mental image of an old Southern style lynching springs to mind.
“Who’d he tell?” I ask her, borrowing all her seriousness now as she seems to relax a little under my touch.
She shrugs. “I dunno, I told him to go to hell you heard me. I just know Fitz. He’s such a sticky beak, worse than an old woman. If he’s told my Dad, I can only imagine who else knows by now.”
I don’t like it. A part of me would rather it was her Dad calling back, not some pig faced kid sticking that trough-scraping snout of his into my business.
Our business.
“D’you think he’ll come back?” I ask, not worried if he does but only needing to know if I should keep an ear out.
She shakes her head. “Nah. I think you gave him enough of a scare earlier, plus he knows once he gets me mad, his life won’t be worth living if he does anything too stupid.”
I feel my lip curling. “How well do you know this guy?” I ask, getting another attack of that defensive, fist-balling feeling that makes me suddenly want to slam anything that comes near my girl.
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