Page 47 of Touchdowns and Temptations

“You're so perfect,” he whispers before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulling them down. I moan loudly as he presses his mouth to my center.

“Noah,” I moan, lifting my pelvis to meet him. He separates my labia with his tongue and penetrates me with his finger. My moans light up the bedroom, and I come to him. The tip of his tongue circles my most sensitive spot again and again, making me claw my fingers into the blanket beneath me. My pelvis jerks up, but Noah pushes it down with ease.

“God, yes!” I scream as he adds a second finger. It doesn't take long for me to reach my first climax.

Incredible feelings of happiness rush through my body and I close my eyes contentedly. Noah pulls away from me and I only just notice that he takes off his shorts and boxers and pulls me against him by my knees. My eyes fall on his hard dick sticking out between our bodies. I look at it and my fingertips dance over his hip bones.

“You're so hot,” I whisper to him.

Noah bends over me to open the drawer of his nightstand. He pulls out a condom. I smile at him and he smiles back. My heart races as he takes the condom out of the wrapper and slips it over his hard length. Excited, I bite my lip as he leans over me and positions his dick at my entrance, only to penetrate me the next moment.

“Noah,” I gasp as he stretches me. My fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulders. He penetrates me inch by inch.

“Oh God!” It feels incredible to feel him inside me. My eyelids flutter slightly as he is completely inside me.

“Are you okay?” he asks and I nod.

I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck as he leans into me.

His lips find mine again, and he gives me a passionate kiss before moving inside me.

14

Noah

Nashville, Tennessee, a few days later

I smile when I see Cara's surprised look. Her eyes widen with every mile we get closer to my parents' house. There are no mansions, pools, or gated neighborhoods here. There are cute row houses with yards and the occasional small store and gas station to complete the picture of a town just outside of Nashville.

It is certainly a culture shock for Cara - from the big cities of the East and West Coasts to a small town in Tennessee.

Although she is quick to point out that her parents come from normal backgrounds and that her dad made a lot of money playing football and her mom made a lot of money modeling, she has never lived that life. It was always normal for Cara to have millions of dollars at her disposal. She got everything she wanted and never lacked for anything. But she also often told me that material things could not replace the attention of her parents, especially her father. My parents, on the other hand, were present at every school party, every game, and every important event in our lives.

“Do you like it?” I ask, looking over at her.

Cara smiles.

“Yes, very much,” she says, giggling. “I'm so excited to meet your family.”

We met yesterday at her office and talked about a campaign I'm supposed to shoot next week. It's a perfume commercial. I told her on Sunday that I was going to Tennessee. So, yesterday, I spontaneously asked her if she wanted to come with me. Cara was surprised at first and didn't know what to say. But then she agreed. I realize that I may be reading a little too much into this trip. I like Cara, I like her a lot, and I'm happy that we're going to my parents' house together.

“Here we are!” I say, parking the rental car in the driveway of our house. My parents' cars are parked in the garage, and I look over at Cara with a smile. I told my mom I was bringing someone from Boston. She immediately wanted to know if it was a woman, and I said yes. What else was I supposed to do? She knows all of my friends and knows that they have other plans at the moment. As you might expect, she was beside herself.

I deflected all further questions about how I felt about Cara and whether she was my girlfriend, insisting that we were friends. My mom didn't believe a word of it.

“It looks beautiful,” Cara says, smiling at me. The house must be tiny to her. The Corses' villa is huge. If not gigantic.

“That's it,” I reply, turning off the engine. “Let's get out of the car.”

Cara unbuckles her seatbelt and I do the same. We get out of the car, and I look at her with a smile. Before I can say anything else, the front door opens and my mom walks out.

“Noah!” she calls, walking down the three steps of the porch and toward me. “How nice to have you home.”

“Hi, Mom,” I say, giving her a hug. Smiling, I plant a kiss on her cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Everything's fine,” she replies, looking past me to Cara. My eyes follow hers and I grin. Cara looks at us shyly.

“Mom,” I clear my throat. “This is Cara. Cara, this is my mother, Charlotte.”

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