I release the towel wrapped around my waist and allow it to pool on the floor by my feet. Her eyes widen, and she gasps aloud as my nine inches springs to life. She scoots back on the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask her before capturing one of her ankles and pulling her forward.
My pulling motion lands her on her back. This is just the positon I want her in.
“I want to see if these set of lips are as sweet as your other lips,” I say, placing my hand between her thighs to cup her heat in the palm of my hand.
Noelle moans aloud as I slip one finger into her slick heat. Her legs splay open, giving me full view of her delectable pussy.
“Mmm, Barry,” she cries out.
I cringe inwardly from the sound of the false name I gave her. I need to hear her gasp my name, Beau, in ecstasy. But what is done is done. After today, I will never see her again, so I will make the most of the time we have together.
I swirl my finger around in her slick juices as she squirms on top of the bed beneath my hand. Her moans grow louder as she nears an orgasm. I find great pleasure looking down at her as different expressions cross her beautiful face.
Her eyes are closed as I insert another finger into her snug heat. “Open your eyes, Noelle. I want you looking at me when I make you cum.”
Noelle’s eyes pop open obediently as she looks into my eyes. My hardness bobs up and down against my thigh as it throbs, wishing to be inside this woman’s heat. Her skin is like honey, and I am sure she tastes just as sweet.
“I’m cumming,” she cries out with lust-glazed eyes.
I quicken my movement inside her and crook my fingers so they are touching her G-spot. Her ass shoots up off the bed, and her thighs squeeze my hand between her legs. She stiffens as her orgasm consumes her like a hot flame.
My hand becomes soaked from her juices as she relaxes her thigh grip on my hand. My fingers slip from her pussy, and I allow myself to taste her nectar for the first time. My fingers enter my mouth while holding her gaze.
I allow her nectar to coat my tongue. The sweetness of her juices makes me even harder. I take my time and lick every drop of her sweetness from my hand. I can’t wait to be inside of her heat, but I will take my time with Noelle to make sure she is fully satisfied. I want her to remember our first time together, always.
I take one last lick from my fingers before retrieving a lambskin condom from the top drawer of my bedside table. Noelle watches me roll the condom on. The sexy look in her eyes almost drives me mad as I settle between her splayed legs.
I rest on my elbows to keep my full body weight off of her. Her hand cups my jawline before she grasps my head. She runs her fingers through the silkiness of my black hair before pulling my head down to initiate a kiss of her own.
Her mouth opens beneath mine, and our tongues dance once again in intimacy. “See how sweet you taste on my lips,” I say to her.
She moans her answer, and her hips begin to move beneath me. Her other hand moves slowly down between our bodies. Her hand stops when she feels my hardness. Her small hand grasps my velvety steel and squeezes it.
This time, I am the one who is groaning and so ready to feel her heat enclose me inside of her. I reach down to brush her hand aside because I don’t want to explode before we started good. I place myself at her snug entrance and ease inside her hot heat, inch by inch.
She wraps her thighs around my waist, giving me deeper penetration. Once inside to the hilt, I slowly begin moving inside of her. Her hips meet mine as I lead her in a lovers’ dance. My lips capture a hardened nipple between my lips and bathe it with my tongue.
My thrusts into her heat pick up speed as her walls enclose me tightly inside her snug cove. I could live inside her sweetness forever. I let loose a groan against her full breasts; my hand cups both breasts as I suck her nipples into my mouth.
Her hips gyrate beneath me faster and faster, tempting me to release this built up sexual energy inside me. My hand slides down to cup her moon-shaped ass as I quicken my pace and pound into her slick heat. She cries out my name as she nears completion once again.
The sound of her voice drives me over the edge for the first time as I empty my load into the condom. “Noelle,” I cry out in the heat of the moment before slamming my mouth against hers, ravaging it like I am a pirate stealing precious jewels.
I fall back onto the bed without releasing her from my arms. I take one hand to pull the cover over our bodies to ward off the chill. I hold her closer with our limbs still intertwined. For this little time, I can pretend that this beautiful woman belongs to me and only me.
I look down at Noelle, who has fallen into an exhausted sleep. I brush her curly hair aside to kiss the tip of her nose before closing my eyes. I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of our lovemaking. My dick stirs, ready to explore her body once again, but I decide to let her rest peacefully.
I ease myself from her side, long enough to clean myself up and dispose of the used condom before getting back in bed. I ease Noelle into my arms once again and allow myself to fall into a deep sleep with Noelle by my side.
Chapter 4
Noelle
Merry Xmas Everybody
I awaken to sensations running through my body like never before. I feel a tongue swipe against my clitoris. A sensuous moan slips past my lips just as I pry my heavy eyelids open. I know my eyes are hard to pry open partially due to how wonderfully I slept and because of the lusty, drugged pleasure I am awakening to.
I look down to find Barry’s face nudged between my open thighs that are splayed over his strong shoulders. My hands lift to bury themselves in his thick, black hair. His hair is electrifyingly warm, as if it has a life of its own. The silky strands feel divine in my hands as I urge his lips even closer to my slick heat.
My body gyrates beneath his mouth and lips as I seek that wonderful place of fulfillment once again, all due to this handsome stranger plundering my wet core with his tongue. His tongue enters my core and swirls deliciously around and in and out. He switches back and forth between my lips and core which derives a keen sound of pleasure from my lips.
Barry’s hand slides up my belly until he arrives at my breasts. He takes one breast into his hand and squeezes it to my satisfaction before flicking my hard, pebbled nipple with his finger. This adds extra pleasure which shoots straight to my core.
He growls animalistically into my pussy. The vibrations caused by his growl lift my ass off of the bed, which causes me to squeeze his head in a death grip between my thighs as I fall over the cliff of a waterfall into an orgasm of gigantic proportions.
Barry takes one more lick from my sensitive pussy before sliding up my body to enter me to the hilt. Our bodies move in a lovers’ dance as he thrusts into me time and time again. His lovemaking is taking me on a sexual high, and I love every minute of it. His intense stare silently forces me to look away as he makes love to me in the light of a new day. His lips finally capture mine, and I immediately taste myself on his lips as his tongue enters my mouth.
“I can’t get enough of your sweetness,” he grunts against my lips.
I capture his sweet words into my mouth as he lifts one thigh higher so he will have deeper access to my pussy. I can feel him throbbing bigger and stronger inside my walls as my walls grip his hardness in a death grip.
“Mmm,” I mummer against his kissable lips.
I love how he kisses me; his kisses are tender and gentle then become aggressively harder as he makes love to my mouth, the same way his lower body penetrates my wetness. All kinds of emotions flow through me. Victor has never made me or my body feel this intense heat.
This kind of sexual energy is new to me as Barry lies claim to a part of me that I didn’t even know existed. It is a wonderful, all-consuming feeling; yet, these feelings frighten me at the same time. I feel like it is just the two of us in one gigantic bubble where no one, or nothing, can enter.
“Give me this pussy,” he growls as my heart rate inc
reases from the sexiness in his voice.
His voice is like music to me, which tunes my body to dance beneath him with abandonment. Deep down I feel like I have known this man for a lifetime, even if I know next to nothing about him. These emotions are warring deep in my soul as our bodies connect intimately in this age-old dance of love.
My breath rushes out as my eyes roll back into my head from the intense pleasure that is overtaking me once again. How is this man so in tune with my body? He plays me so perfectly, like an electric guitar. That’s exactly what I feel like, one big ball of energy getting ready to explode into a million tiny particles as I cry out his name.
“Cum with me, Noelle,” he says as he plummets into me over and over.
He takes a brown, dusky, pebbled nipple into his mouth and bites down on it tenderly. I cry out my orgasm as his dick jerks inside my core. He empties his seed into a condom that he must have put on while I was still asleep.
He rolls off of me only to pull me close beside him once again. I am at a loss for words after waking up in such a way. So, I lie against his side to luxuriate in his warmth. I close my eyes on an unspoken wish. I wish that Barry would be my man instead of Victor.
I sneak a peek over at Barry. His eyes are closed. I notice how long his eyelashes are. They are much longer than my own. I admire how my darker skin complements his fairer skin. When he holds me in his arms like this, my body feels that he is no stranger to me. I snuggle closer to him; he tightens his arms around me even in sleep. I close my eyes once again to drift off, knowing that I need to get up to make plans for my ditched car.
I close my eyes anyway, promising myself that soon I will be on my way. I will just lie here for a moment and luxuriate in this wonderful feeling that makes me question the deep love that I think I have for Victor.
*
I roll over in the bed and reach out to Barry, but my hand is met with empty space. I slowly open my eyes; the house is quiet. Not a sound can be heard. I have no idea what time it is, but I do know it is a Saturday. I yawn and stretch before getting out of bed.
My body feels relaxed from the much needed rest. I blush inwardly as the memory of how Barry made love to me enters my mind. I can still feel the imprint of his fullness inside of me. I look down at my naked body and notice the bite marks on my breast left by Barry’s teeth.
The tee shirt that I wore the night before is gone, but my clothes are folded neatly on top of a chest at the foot of the bed. I look at my bikini panties and smile at the thought of Barry handling my underwear. I take my clothes and walk to the bathroom to take a much needed shower.
Upon entering the bathroom, I find a new tooth brush, toothpaste, and mouthwash sitting out for me on the double sink. I empty my bladder before brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth. I look into the over-head mirror and see my hair looks a tangled mess.
I hope there is shampoo in the shower. I walk over to the shower to turn the water on. I step beneath the fortifying spray and notice a bottle of conditioning shampoo. I wet my hair beneath the spray and grab the bottle to pour a dollop into my hands to wash my hair.
Once I am done washing my hair, I clean my body thoroughly before stepping out of the shower. Barry has all kinds of lotions and hygiene products, even some products for women are located in his bathroom cabinet. I made use of them before adorning my clothes that I arrived in last night.
I go back into the bedroom to slide my feet into my ugg boots before leaving the bedroom. Once down-stairs, I can smell the scent of frying bacon coming from the kitchen. I walk in the direction of the kitchen and enter through the swinging doors.
Barry turns towards me with a smile, showing his perfect, white teeth. “You are just in time for a late breakfast. I was just about ready to run upstairs to wake you,” he says before returning his attention back towards the stove top.
“Good morning or shall I say good afternoon,” I say, looking at the wall clock noticing the time.
“It is afternoon but that doesn’t matter. Have a seat. Our vegetable omelets are almost ready.”
My mouth waters as I take a seat at the same breakfast bar that I sat at earlier. Barry soon slides a ceramic plate in front of me that holds two slices of bacon and a large omelet big enough for two people. I know that I am hungry enough to eat every last bite of it too.
“Do you want orange juice or coffee?” he questions.
“I want orange juice, please, but I will get it.” I get up to pour myself a glass of orange juice from the glass pitcher that he provided. “Do you want me to pour you a glass as well?” I ask him.
“Sure.”
I walk back to the bar with two filled glasses of orange juice. Barry walks over to sit directly across from me with a plate of his own. I pick up my fork, ready to delve into my food, when I feel Barry’s eyes on me. I look up to see he has his hands on the table palms side up.
“Oh,” I say quickly as I return my fork to my plate. I place my hands in his. He clasps my hands before bowing his head to bless our food.
This wonderful man just went up another notch in my heart. I took my first bite of the delicious omelet that he prepared for us. “This is so good,” I compliment him.
“Thanks, my mother taught my brother and me how to cook at an early age. She didn’t believe just because we were boys that we shouldn’t know how to cook,” he says with a smile as he talks about his mother.
“It sounds like you and your mother are close.”
“We are, but with my schedule I hardly get to see my family. Maybe two to three times a year at most.”
“What do you do?” I ask him out of curiosity.
“You don’t want to hear about me. I am boring,” he says, trying to change the subject. “Tell me about your family. I want to know everything about you.”
“There is not much to tell. I lived in a small town in Georgia with my mother. I am an only child; my father died from a massive heart attack when I was a sophomore in high school. My mother married my father’s best friend after he cheated on her. Now since I’m older, I wonder if my mom was cheating on my dad too…It’s all one huge mess. After both of my parent’s remarried, they both started to treat me like I was a hindrance to them. Mom went on trips and left me home alone, even in the summer time when I was out of school. Dad started a new family with his younger wife, and we grew apart. I was no longer Daddy’s little girl,” I say with regret in my voice.
“I am so sorry that you went through such neglect; I know you must have had such a lonely life at home. I am also sorry that you lost your father at a young age. I am just as close to my dad as I am to my mom,” he adds. “Whenever we see each other, we always pick up just where we left off. Our time apart becomes irrelevant.”
“I was definitely a daddy’s girl before my dad left my mom and married a younger woman. I remember when he took me fishing out in his old boat. He didn’t stop doing things with me just because I was a girl,” I think back at the memory of my daddy with a smile.
“At least you have wonderful memories of your father.”
“True, but my home life was miserable without him. I studied hard in school and won a full, four-year scholarship to the university of my choosing. My mother and stepfather didn’t help me with anything. I promised myself that once I was out of their house, I wouldn’t be back.”
“Did you have any close friends in school?” he asks.
“Not really, but once I got into NYU, I met my new roommate Shelby Munroe. She became my best friend, my sister, and the family I so craved for. We are still best friends to this day,” I add.
By the time our late breakfast is over, I divulge my life story to Barry. I still know next to nothing about him except that he has a good family life that includes a mother, father, and one brother. I wonder what he is hiding, but I decide not to call him on it since I need to leave anyway. We will probably never see each other again once I leave this place.
“I need to make a phone call now,” I tell him as we put
the last of the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher to be washed.
A frown appears between his thick brows. “I forgot to tell you that I called my towing company earlier, and there is no way they can get out here today. I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but we are snowed in at least for the rest of today. The snowplows won’t make it out this far until at least noon tomorrow.”
“No way!,” I say, running to look out the kitchen window as surprise enter my eyes. Was I so oblivious that I didn’t realize that we were snowed in before now? “I need to get out of here,” I say before running upstairs to get my cell phone to retrieve my towing service information.
I quickly access my contact list but don’t have service to connect the call. I slowly walk back downstairs to the kitchen. Barry is standing where I left him, leaning against the kitchen sink with his arms folded across his muscular chest.
“May I use your telephone, please?” I ask him politely.
He shrugs his shoulders but has an unreadable look in his eyes. “Be my guest.”
I pick up the phone attached to the kitchen wall and punch in the number of my towing service.
“Triple S towing service, how may I help you today?” The voice on the other end of the line asks.
“Hello, my name is Noelle Winters, and I am stuck in a ditch.”
“Where are you located, miss?”
I look over at Barry who is looking at me with amusement on his face. What is so damn funny? I wanted to ask him but didn’t. “What is your address?” I ask him instead.
“Give me the telephone,” he says, walking over to take the telephone from my grasp.
He gives my towing service the directions to my car, then he gives them the directions to his house.
“I told her that,” he says into the receiver. “Wait, let me put Noelle back on the phone so you can tell her the same thing you just told me,” he says into the receiver before handing me the phone.
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