Page 115 of Noah

Noah released a hot breath. "I love you so much."

I kissed his pouty lips and slipped my tongue between them, savouring the taste that was Noah; the man I loved beyond any comprehension. I let our lips part, my forehead set on his, immersing myself in the moment of infinite connection. "Forever, Noah. I'll love you forever."

"Fuck …." Noah attacked my mouth, piercing the depths. He could have all of me. I'd turn over every last molecule to him. My heart, body, and mind were his.

I trusted him with my very soul.

Something I thought I'd never be able to do. I had spent most of my adult life not trusting anyone. Always being suspicious of everyone's motives. Misinterpreting signs and signals and leaning toward trusting people I shouldn't. Trusting Noah—it felt like freedom.

"Let's get you undressed," Noah said, removed my coat and boot, and guided me toward the stairs. Once in the bedroom, he sat me on the bed and began a slow strip tease to remove his pants.

The muscles of his body clenched and released, twisted, and undulated. Seductive turns about the room, dancing for me. My cock ached and throbbed, still behind far too many clothes.

Naked before me, his cock bobbing near my lips, Noah went through our nightly routine of removing my clothes. He was slow and deliberate, the way I liked. As he stripped off each piece of my clothing, he would fold it and drape it over the chair, prolonging our sexual tension.

Noah growled as he straddled my thighs and kissed me, his arms draped around my neck as I sat on the edge of the bed. I moved my good hand and the fingers of my casted arm onto his ass.

He held my chin in his teeth and growled again.

He was ravenous. I could play that game. "I want to fuck you, fill you all night until my cum is dripping down your thighs. I want to put my scent in you, so everyone knows you're mine."

Noah groaned. "Fuck, that's hot."

He was quick to remove himself from his position on my thighs. We'd been using a variety of positions to give me access to Noah's hole. My cock and my mouth. My new favourite was when Noah straddled my head, facing my body. I could get my face right up in his ass. Eat him out as he stroked himself. Digging right in until he came, spewing his warm seed all over my chest.

I loved the taste of his rim and the feeling of being almost smothered by him. It was erotic overload to have someone sit on your face like that. For them to use your tongue for their pleasure.

I stroked my cock, spreading the precum to reduce friction as I lazily watched the man I love prepare himself for me. Tonight, I was in control.

Noah collected the lube off the bedside table and lay on his back on the bed, his ass near the edge, his legs dangling his feet just above the floor. I limped toward him.

Noah shook the bottle of lube and dispensed a fair-sized dollop into my good hand. I warmed it up with my fingers as Noah lifted his legs and hooked them with his arms behind his knees.

I loved seeing him like this, displaying his hole for me.

I ran my index finger across it then slipped the tip inside. Noah released a string of yes as I plunged it to the last knuckle. I withdrew and pumped it back in. Then added a second and then a third finger until Noah was swearing at me to fuck him as I battered his hole.

My dick was weeping heavily and so ready.

But I wasn't finished with him yet.

I introduced a fourth finger and Noah nearly lost his mind. I wondered what it would feel like to fist him. To feel that warm embrace encasing my hand.

My cock jerked and jumped.

There were so many things I wanted to experience with him. Not just sexual. That was fun but it was the everyday stuff I looked forward to most. Mornings filled with laughter. Walks in the sunshine. Casual evenings of game shows and movies. Maybe the squeals of our children.

I leaned forward and kissed him.

I wanted all those things.

"Brody, please," Noah begged, panting. "I need you."

I slowly withdrew my fingers and held my hand out for more lube. I used this handful to slick up my shaft and my flushed head. I positioned it at Noah's loosened rim and ran my cock head over it before popping the thick cap of my cock into him.

Noah groaned and hauled his knees closer to his chest. I balanced myself, gripped the back of one of Noah's thighs, and fed my erection into him, slow but steady, filling him until my pubes met his ass. I loved to stay still for a moment and enjoy the feeling of his body accepting me. The tight warm embrace of him until Noah squirmed and writhed and whined the most beautiful sound.

Then I would move.

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