Page 33 of Iris
“Noah, I don’t need gifts. But whatever it is? I’ll love it because you gave it to me. Gifts aren’t always about physical materials. To me, gifts show me I’m thought of, that I’m loved. When I give a gift, I just want to bring a smile to the person's face and to let them know they’re loved.”
He sighs before pressing his forehead to mine. He holds himself up by his hands, basically in mid pushup. I know the moment is sweet, but damn, that makes me so wet at his carefree show of muscles. I wonder if it’d be weird if I asked him to let me lick him all around. Probably not the right time.
“Alright. I’m going to grab my guitar. I’ll be right back.” He presses a chaste kiss to my lips before rolling over, standing, and running to his truck.
I sit up so I can watch him move. He actually flies a few feet above the ground on his way back. His wings move so fast, it looks like a yellow and pink light show. I bet his wings are soft. He actually sits in the air, crossing his legs before slowly floating down across from me. He’s brought a battery powered lantern that he sets between us.
“Okay, that was neat.” Now I kind of want wings.
Noah grins as he starts to tune the strings. He holds the guitar in a loose grip. Oh my God. He is like those book cover models for rock stars. Just needs to add some sweat, I could take a picture and make thousands. Then again, I’d probably keep it for myself. Fuck all those other hussies.
“So, this is a song I wrote a few weeks ago. That day you had the crazy hair, your uniform was pretty much everywhere, and Igor was terrorizing the young couple who kept making out in the store? I wished that I could have stayed with you in that chaos.”
Thinking back, I remember that day. I had felt overheated, I’d been ready to kill the couple because they’d been antagonizing Igor on purpose, and I’d felt gross. My cheeks heated a little as I realized Noah had wanted to help.
“Could you, um, close your eyes? It’s a little embarrassing to play in front of someone. I don’t sing, it’s like that nails on a chalkboard thing humans talk about, so I don’t write lyrics, but I still hope you’ll like it.” This version of Noah, shy and unsure, is new. I want to kiss him, but it will have to wait. I close my eyes for him.
The first note is slow, the music flows softly around us. I don’t know much about music making, but this song is making me feel peaceful. As it continues, it picks up its pace, making the listener feel energized as if in the middle of a field with the wind blowing around them. Noah’s song flits from one emotion to the next so seamlessly, I'm rocking softly, just enjoying the story that’s unfolding without words.
As the song starts to wind down, the notes go back to soothing, but there’s something more. it's like I'm listening to a love confession with just the music. When the final note slowly fades, I'm clutching my hands over my heart.
“So. That was my second gift. I know it wasn’t great, but I hope you liked it. I named it after you.” Noah is setting his guitar gently to the side when I open my eyes. His expression is wary.
That’s when I realize I’ve been crying silently. “Not great? Noah, that,” I struggle for words, “that was the kindest, most wonderful gift anyone has ever given me.”
Noah smiles. “Really?”
I stand, and before I can second guess myself, I unhook my shirt from the back and pull it over my head. “Really. I want you. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
My fingers have started unbuttoning my jeans when there’s a flash of yellow and pink. I squeak when I find myself in Noah’s arms a few feet above the air. He whirl us in a circle before setting us down.
“Gods, woman. Are you sure?” His skin against mine has already hardened my nipples as he presses us close.
“Stop talking.”
Time blurs for a few moments in a race to remove the rest of our clothes. If there’s anyone around, they are about to get a show. At this point, I'm not stopping. I’m not sure how, but I end up on my back on the blanket with Noah’s face buried between my thighs.
His tongue should be illegal. At each lap of my pussy, he pushes his tongue in before licking upward to flick at my clit. There is no way I’ll last long with years of pent up frustration for him. When his teeth pinch my clit roughly for just a brief moment, my legs shoot up for a second. Who knew that just a little pain could send me spiraling into lala land?
“Ah! Noah!” Jolting upward, my legs seem to have a mind of their own as I clutch his hair.
His scruff scrapes against the sides of my thighs as he starts to suck my clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the small bulb. When he slides a finger inside of me, curling it up, he starts to move rapidly, making my hips basically jerk. it's only a minute later before I'm screaming as I come, my legs clenched around his shoulders tightly.
Noah pulls away gently and he is laughing. His face is wet, for obvious reasons, as he pulls the basket over to him. He pulls out a napkin as he stares down at me as I bask in the aftermath of just the start of tonight's ecstasy. He looks pretty proud of himself.
“You need a trophy, or something. That was, wow. No tongue lives up to yours.” I'm still trying to get my breath.
“Would you say it was good enough to join part of the One-Hole Olympics?” Noah’s finger traces from my cheek to between my breasts.
Just that tiny touch has me rearing to go again. “Oh, it definitely should have a part in that.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pull him on top of me as my mouth takes control over his. My tongue presses between his lips as I feel his cock against my stomach. His hands grip tightly onto my shoulders as our mouths continue to fight for dominance. My hands roam down his chest before they graze his abs. When I touch the tip of his cock, he pulls away from our hard kiss, hissing softly in pleasure.
“Not too much of that, I don’t think I’ll last long as it is.” I'm happy to see he is panting just as much as I am.
And, just because I’m me, I squeeze my hand around his cock. Damn, he is thick. I'm pretty sure he is going to stretch me further than I’ve been stretched before.
“Bring it, stud muffin.” I lean up to lick behind his ear before softly blowing into it. “Why don’t you finally make me yours, Tinker?”
Noah chokes on his laugh as he sits back. He moves his hands to stroke my sides, his eyes hooded as he grinned. “Tinker? I’ll fucking show you Tinker, brat.”
