I believe they actually belong to me.
PS. Drive safely, but fast.
Noah:
Possession is 9/10 of the law.
Zara:
Then I guess I own this.
Without even questioning it, she snapped a photo of the small vibrator she was holding. It was lying against her leg, and while her pussy wasn’t in view, anyone looking at the picture could absolutely tell what part of her body it was.
Noah:
Do not make yourself come before I get there. 15 minutes.
She sent him another text, but he didn't answer, and she assumed it was because he was driving. Setting her phone down, she picked up the vibrator and once again began to play with herself. She kept her eyes open because if she closed them, she would imagine it was Noah touching her, playing with her, and teasing her. Envisioning him would make her come, and she did not want that.
Or did she?
Noah had told her not to come. What would happen if she didn’t listen?
She loved the little spanks he’d given her and how demanding he was when they made love.
And, yes, it was now making love and not sex. Yeah, sometimes it was sex, and sometimes it was fucking. But every single time, it was love because she loved him and she was sure he loved her.
She wasn't going to go there. Not tonight. She needed time to process. Time to think it through. Time to figure out how they could make a relationship work with the physical distance between them.
Putting all that aside, she let herself get lost in picturing Noah touching her and pleasing her even though she said she wouldn’t.
Several times, she brought herself to the brink, but she stopped short before she could go over the edge. There was a tiny part of her that told her to come. She could disobey Noah and see what he thought of that. See what he’d do. There was another part of her that wanted to wait. She wanted to draw out the pleasure while also showing Noah that she followed directions well.
She liked the thought of pleasing him, not only in bed, but in life. The thought of making him happy in any way brought her happiness to a new level.
She heard the front door slam and then footsteps as Noah’s voice echoed through the house.
“You better not have come.” His words were harsh and demanding.
She smiled, letting the vibrator finally touch her clit. She moaned loudly at the first touch. Loud enough to know Noah heard her.
“Zara.” The way he said her name, so forceful and dictatorial, had her panting. Then he was there. In the doorway to the bedroom. Shoes off, chest bare, and pants halfway down his legs. She salivated at the sight of him. “God damn. You're gorgeous.” He continued to push his pants from his body, his cock jutting out long and hard. From her spot on the bed, she could see moisture on the tip, and she unconsciously licked her lips.
He groaned.
“Hurry,” she moaned, the vibrator electrifying her clit to the point that she was very close to release.
He moved like a man on a mission, falling face-first into her pussy, throwing the vibrator across the room as his tongue took its place.
And then she was flying. Flying straight into a gorgeous sunset and oblivion and bliss and heaven. The way he made her come so hard and fast was all of those things and more. She was so sensitive from using the vibrator all that time and now his tongue, that pushing him away was not an option.
If he wanted her to come again, she'd come again.
She’d do anything he wanted, and from how he ate her like a starved man, he definitely wanted her to come again.
His murmurs and groans and the sounds of wetness as he licked her and ate her and eventually speared her with his fingers were dirty and erotic. She reached down, gripping his hair with both hands, tugging furiously on his hair as she writhed and bucked against his mouth and fingers.
Then his movements stopped, and he pulled away from her body, looking up at her. She wanted to scream and cry out for him to keep going but she was instantly blindsided by how gorgeous he was. He was always sexy and hot, but with his face covered in her arousal, that sexiness was heightened to a new level.