Page 37 of Dangerously Yours

I positioned myself right above him, and when he pushed my breasts back together like he had done before, I quickly impaled myself on him. We both moaned, and as he attacked my breasts like he had just done my clit, I started to ride him. Noah felt so damn good inside of me. He filled me like no one else ever had, and I couldn’t get enough of him. And judging by the way he groaned, I could tell he felt the same way.

I dropped my head back and picked up speed. His hands eventually dropped to my hips, and when he lifted me, I held onto the arms of the chair. Noah then thrust up into me, and I stayed like that as he nearly had me ready to come again. Before I could hurtle over the edge, he slammed me down on top ofhim, then kept me pinned to him. His thick cock throbbed inside of me, every slight pulse and swell of it making it harder to stay still.

Noah kissed along my upper chest, then teased my nipples for a few more seconds, before he rose completely off of the chair, taking me with him. He turned, and I now had my back to the chair, and using the arms as leverage, I clung to those as he started to move inside of me. I dropped my head back once more, reveling in the praise he gave me as he started to fuck me hard and fast. The earlier cliff grew narrower, so it only took another few powerful thrusts to send me careening over it.

“Noah... Noah...” I chanted, especially knowing how much he loved hearing his name come from my lips when I was climaxing.

I had nearly finished coming down from that orgasm when he pulled out of me. I raised my head, looking at him in question before his motives became clear. Seconds later, I was on my knees with my hands on the back of the chair, and he was pushing back inside of me. Hell, he was driving into me like a man possessed, and I loved it. Pain accompanied it all, but I also loved it as well.

“Does it hurt?” he asked,

“So good,” I replied. “You always make it hurt so good. I love when you take me like... Oh, God, Noah.”

He was getting even more determined and each time he slammed into me, it sent something racing through my bloodstream. He tangled his hand in my hair, then jerked my head back rendering me immobile. “I love fucking you, Lulu.”

“Yes, Noah. Please, fuck me more. I love it, too.”

“Is that all that you love?” he asked me, and although I had wanted to keep the truth inside of me, I couldn’t any longer.

Noah stilled, and when he did so, those words slipped out. “I love you, Noah.”

He growled, then bit at my ear and jaw. “And I love you, Lulu. I love you so fucking much.”

He then picked up even more speed, and when he sent me over the edge again, this time he followed. I knew he would forever catch me, as I would him. I could barely breathe as my entire body spasmed, but I finally found a heavily labored rhythm, and focused on it as he pulled out of me. I then slumped forward, very thankful for the chair back in front of me.

“I meant what I said, Lulu,” he told me, then swept me up into his arms. “Let’s go to my bed where I can show you exactly how much.”

LULU

I bolted upright in bed, the panic starting to well up in my chest. “Oh my God. I should’ve been home an hour ago,” I told Noah when I glanced at the time.

“It’s going to be okay. You said Cade wouldn’t be back with the children until noon time, and it’s only eleven twenty,” he told me while trying to calm me down.

I knew he was right, but something felt off about it all. What that was, I didn’t know, but it had me in a panic. I scrambled out of bed, and this time I didn’t even care if he saw my body with its many flaws or not. I mean, he had seen it last night, and a couple of other times too, but I usually showed much more modesty when not in the moment. Right now, I didn’t care. Desperation was setting in, and I looked around for my clothes, panicking more when I didn’t see them anywhere.

“They’re still in the theater room,” he finally said as if he could read my mind. “I understand that we slept in longer than you had wanted, but?—”

“But, nothing. I have to get home. I’m so sorry.”

I then fled from his room, and once I found my clothes and got dressed, I hurried to the door. When I turned, he was standing in the door frame, resting lazily against it. Oh God, how I hated Cade at this moment. It was an even more deep-seated one than before. I should’ve been waking up to bask in the glow of what had been one of the most wonderful nights I had spent with a man, probably ever, only to have to dash out on him instead. There was nothing more I wanted than to straddle my lover once more, then let him take over as he brought us both to another orgasm. And, it would be the first of many. Despite the number of times we had made love the night before, and into the wee hours of the morning, my body still selfishly wanted more.

“I’ll call you,” I told him.

Noah stood there without saying a word at first. It was only when I went to turn the door knob that he spoke. “Give me a minute to throw my pants on and I’ll drive you home.”

“I really can’t wait any longer. I?—”

“You’ll be waiting even longer for an Uber or a Lyft. One minute is all I’m asking for.”

He was right, and I knew it. “Okay, but please hurry. I would love to get home in enough time to shower before the kids get there.”

He smirked at the mention of a shower, and my mind was immediately transported back to a few hours ago when he had fucked me hard against the glass, frameless door of his. My face had been smushed against it, and he had made me come twice, and without the water even turning cold. Noah had much more stamina than me, but when I was with him, he made me feel young again.

Or at least, he made me wish I was that age once more. If I was right now, I wouldn’t be sweating what might be awaiting me at home. The only thing I had going in my favor was that Cade was also probably just waking up with one of his whores, and likely wouldn’t arrive until after one anyway.

Cade never cared about time. As a Titan, he thought the world began and ended with him. I spent a great deal of time around so many other ones, but most of them didn’t share the same view. Noah and his friends were perfect examples. My lover, in particular. He rarely ever came without me doing so first, while sex with Cade was first come, first pleasured occasion. If I didn’t get out of my own head and grab my orgasm, I was lucky to get one at all. As it was, I had probably come more in the last twelve hours with Noah than I had in my last year of marriage with Cade.

My body would feel that, and I knew I’d be sore for days. It was the delicious kind, though. It was an ache that was womb deep, and one rife with memories I hoped to never forget. Just now, a heat spread over me, and I had to force myself not to allow my thoughts to go down that road. A final quickie with Noah would likely not hurt anything, but something did feel off so I had to get home to prepare myself for whatever it was. My instincts were rarely ever wrong.

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