Again.
“I rather liked the idea of making Olivia watch us,” Noah says, only half joking, probably.
“That would show her,” I sigh as he turns to me, removing the shoulder strap of my dress.
“Pity she left,” I say.
“Pity,” Noah agrees with a wicked smile.
He pushes me towards the bedroom.
“Her face would've been priceless. I can imagine her watching me do depraved things to you,” he says.
His whisper is hoarse.
“What sort of things do you intend to do to me now that she is gone?” I taunt, pulling on his belt.
“Or are you teasing me?” I pout.
“Oh, I plenty intend to take full advantage of the fact that she's gone,” he whispers, pulling on the zipper of my dress.
Noah strips the dress from my body, and I am naked again.
He wraps an arm around my waist, cupping my breast and rubbing my nipple.
“I'm going to fuck you until you can't take any more; until your toes ache from curling for so many hours; until your body is covered in bruises and bite marks,” he promises.
Biting my lip, I can't think of anything I want more in the world.
“You had better deliver, Old Man!” I laugh.
I push his pants down, and Noah pulls his shirt over his head.
“Bend over the bed,” he commands.
Stretching my body out, I bend over the bed on all fours, and Noah's finger slides along my wet pussy until it finds my clit.
He gently caresses it, causing me to shudder with anticipation.
“Oooh…” I moan.
“That is a thing of beauty,” he croons, pressing a finger inside me, causing me to arch my back as his thumb moves over my clit, rubbing the sensitive area.
“How does that feel?” he asks, his voice full of desire.
“Oh, God, Noah!” I respond, out of breath as he pushes another finger inside me, causing me to moan even louder.
“Good! Oh! Noah! Please!” I gasp.
I can't catch my breath.
“Do you want more?” he growls.
His thumb on my clit slows, and suddenly I'm desperate for more of him, his touch only lingering now.
“Please!” I beg.
That's when I feel the head of his cock, sliding against my clit.
“Please? That’s all you got?” he teases.
His rough voice vibrates against my neck.
“Noah, please!” I whine. “I’m begging you, Noah! Please, oh, God, Noah!” I cry.
“As you wish,” he says, and now his voice is harsh.
His throbbing cock slips inside me.
He fills me entirely on the first thrust.
I gasp, breathless, at the intense sensation, the fullness of him.
Then, he pauses for a moment, and all I can do is hope that he doesn't stop there.
With one hand on my hip, he guides himself, sliding in and out of me as, every nerve of my body on fire.
“Fuck,” I let out a low moan, “Noah…”
This causes him to growl, because I know he loves the sound of his name on my lips.
Then, to my surprise, I feel his finger near my ass, teasing.
A pleasantly surprising sensation engulfs my senses as he slowly pushes deeper.
“Oh!” I gasp, as an entirely different feeling takes over; pain mixed with pleasure sending every nerve ending twisting in all directions!
“Relax, love,” Noah's voice soothes me, as his finger presses deeper into my ass, his cock sliding in and out of me slowly.
It's a new sensation, a feeling I never expected to be so good.
I turn around, biting my lip to see the look of vivid desire on his face.
His lips turn into a wicked smile as I raise an eyebrow at him.
This is the one thing we haven't done, and now I want him, desperately.
I want to experience everything with him.
“Noah?” I gasp.
He responds with a penetrating thrust, making me grab the sheets, my toes curling as I scream in pleasure.
“Noah!” I say, breathing slowly, my eyes meet his, as his finger sinks deeper.
“Would like something?” he growls, and all I can think about is his throbbing cock.
“Do it!” I whisper.
“Anything for you,” he says,
Then, he leans over, kissing me deeply, before I feel him slide out of me, the head of his cock now positioned over my ass, slick and ready to go.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod, biting my lip.
“Remember to relax,” he croons, rubbing my shoulder.
And then, the foreign sensation of Noah's cock slowly sliding into my ass takes over.
I tense up automatically, and it hurts.
“I need a moment,” I tell him, trying to relax.
“Take all the time you need, love,” he says in a whisper.
He is patient, and continues to rub my shoulder, massaging it slowly so that the tension melts away, as his throbbing shaft slides farther into my backside.
“Oh my god!” I groan, and then I relax.
I feel my whole body shake with pleasure, as my hands grasp the sheets tightly.
“Tinsley…” Noah growls as I arch my back, pushing against him slightly, and he grips both my hips.
Slowly, he pushes deeper with every thrust, my toes curling and my body aching for real.
I long for that rush of exhilaration that comes every time he makes me orgasm.
I can feel it building as he grunts, gripping my hips harder.
“More!” I gasp.
Noah delivers.
He tilts my head so that he can find my lips as he fills me over and over again.
He drives me into such a state of bliss, that when the orgasm bubbles up in surprise, I can no longer hold myself up by arms.
I collapse against the silk sheets, as he continues to bury his shaft inside my rear, grunting as the rush of orgasm rolls over my body.
Crying out lustily as my body convulses, Noah buries himself inside me one final time, with an animalistic groan, he blows his huge, hot load inside my ass.
This was something I never expected, but I am more than pleased with the results as I lay next to him, still shaking from the overwhelming feeling of my ass full of him.
“You're okay?” he asks, and I must be imaging the dreamy look in his eyes.
“More than okay,” I curl my body against his, prompting him to wrap his arms around my body and gently kiss and nibble at every square inch of skin.
“Finally,” he whispers.
“We're together,” I give him a small smile.
“Should we just run away and get married now? Or savor every drop of this?” he asks.
I'm shocked.
Although I had considered us married in the past, I never imagined we could do this.
Now, everything is full of possibility.
“Both,” I tell him, my eyes wide.
“Good,” he kisses the top of my head, and we move under the blankets, just touching each other, kissing softly.
“Where would we get married?” I ask.
“Fiji,” he replies.
There's a twinkle in his eye that I've never seen before.
“That would be our home,” he says.
“You thought about me when you built that home!” I accuse in a warm tone.
“Partly. I did. At first it was just a project, but as the years went on, I found little things to add that reminded me of you,” he says.
Noah's laughing.
“Of course, you needn't wonder about that, you've always been on my mind. Every second of every day we were apart, but I always knew you would come back to me,” he says.
“Always,” I smile back, sealing our promise with another passionate kiss.
Chapter Three: Noah
July 23, 2017
Tinsley and I wake up in a state of bliss.
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p; “I love waking up next to you,” she purrs, as she wraps her arms around my neck.
I can't imagine a better way to wake up, with her in my arms.
All that time apart seems like an insignificant speck compared to how it feels to be with her now.
“You were worth the wait,” I tell her.
My confession isn't out of the blue.
“Really?” she prods for more in a dreamy voice.
“Of course!” I say, and then I pull her on top of me.
“I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else,” I whisper.
This makes her smile, and she leans down to kiss me, her hair spilling all over my chest as her kisses continue down my neck, to my chest.
Light, simple touches reassure me it's finally our time at last!
I let her nuzzle me for a while, but then reality sets in.
“We should get up,” I explain carefully.
“Magda will be here soon. I don't think she'd appreciate finding a woman in my bed,” I suggest.
“Mmm, I think I agree. My parents are probably wondering where I am,” Tinsley agrees.
I can’t imagine anything better than the satisfied expression on her face.
We shower together, taking our time.
Tinsley slips her dress back on and leaves me with the memory of her lips.
She promises to call.
I don't need her to promise me anything; I know in the end we will be left standing together.
My son walks in the door, his bow tie hanging around his neck, jacket crumpled in his hands.
“Was that Tinsley I saw leaving?” Evan asks dubiously. “I mean, leaving here,” he clarifies, crossing his arms.
“Yes, it was in fact,” I state baldly.
I've no longer anything to hide.
“Well, that was probably why Olivia stormed off last night,” Evan says.
“Oh, did she now?” I ask.
This is interesting.
Considering that woman somehow got into my penthouse…
I wouldn't put it past her charming my doorman into giving her access.
She was my wife once upon a time, but that's been over for years.
She was well on her way to her fourth marriage until recently.
Lord only knows why that broke up.
“Where were you?” I note that Evan didn't make it home last night.
He’s twenty-five, now.
I'm of the firm belief that he should have his own place, but he seems quite comfortable living here with me.
It’s not really an issue – yet.
We move our separate ways and coexist well enough, but now might be the time to break it to him, that if Tinsley and I move in together, he's got to go.
“Victoire,” he answers, not divulging anything further.
Thank god he doesn't.
I don’t need those visuals in my head right now.
Or any time…
“She bit your head off last night, didn't she?” I ask.
“Well, that's apparently an aphrodisiac, for some reason,” Evan explains. “She tripped and broke her heel, I offered her a lift home and... well we don't need to go into that,” he supplies.
Fighting being an aphrodisiac?
Where do I remember that from?
I frown at the thought of Evan and Vic being anything like Elizabeth and I.
The story is peculiar, but typical of Evan.
He loves a damsel in distress.
On that note, his phone rings.
Evan glances at it.
“Shit,” he barks.
The, he looks up at me.
“How do I explain that I snuck out?” he asks.
“You don't,” I say, as I mutter profanities under my breath.
“Evan, if you're going to sleep with my publicist, I need you to at least treat her like a lady,” I warn.
Evan runs a hand through his hair.
“Yeah well... let's not go there. I don't want her to think that this is anything it's not,” he says, smoothly.
“Evan, one day you'll learn that there's a woman out there, who will change your mind,” I tell him.
“Yeah right,” he scoffs at me.
“Single forever, just like you,” he laughs.
When I don't respond, he has to sit down.
“You and Tinsley? Really?” he asks, astonished.
Evan's disbelief causes me to laugh.
“Is that so unbelievable?” I reply.
He considers this for a moment.
“I doubt Jamesen Whittaker would be okay with it. That's all,” he offers.
Evan's shrewd sense for people is probably correct in this instance.
I've also considered this myself.
“Shut-up,” I grumble at my son.
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