Page 18 of Gifted

Chapter Ten

~ Poppy ~

We panted, staring at each other as we came down from my climax. I still felt Noah hard against me, but he made no move to free himself from his clothes and drive into me. Instead, he cupped my face and kissed me with more tenderness than I could have imagine.

“So perfect. You’re so perfect,” he muttered against my lips.

“You are,” I insisted.

He hummed a noncommittal sound. Disappointing me, he shifted to get up. “We need to get going if we want to go to the Christmas Market and find something to eat. Regardless of what Niles said, I want to have some food here with us tomorrow. Just in case.” He cupped my cheek, and the musky scent of me wafted to my nostrils from his hand. “I can’t have you going hungry.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always,” he answered. Always as in love talk? Or always like…forever? I wanted to ask, but didn’t dare.

Noah pushed up and stood. I stared at the huge bulge in his pants and couldn’t help licking my lips. His hand wagged between us, indicating for me to take it, so he could help me up. I had other ideas.

I let him pull me up, but I only went to my knees. Kneeling before him, I curled my fingers in his waistband.

“Little lamb,” he warned.

“You didn’t come,” I said. I pulled down the elastic. My breath sucked in when his long, girthy length bobbled free. His tip was shiny from his precum, and red from the need to release the pressure. Without thinking through my actions, I leaned forward and took his crown into my mouth. Rolling my gaze upward, I met his dark stare.

“Naughty girl,” he said, his words strained as he cupped my cheek. “What are you going to do now?”

Truth was, I had no idea, but I wasn’t in the gifted program for no reason. When in doubt, improvise and make an educated guess. I might not have experience, but I had plenty of romance book learning.

Relaxing slightly, I took more of him into my mouth. My tongue lashed around his tip, taking in the salty-sweetness of his precum. I liked it. More, please.

His hand smoothed over my hair while I exerted suction and reached up to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft.

“Fuck, little lamb. I could come just from seeing your pretty lips stretched wide around my cock. Take more. Now that you’ve started, don’t you dare stop.”

I wanted to say, Yes, Daddy. Instead, I showed him how I wanted him to come for me, how I wanted to obey him. Keeping my eyes on his, I set to taking as much of him as I could, working my hand in time with my bobbing head. The whole thing turned me on—the carpet digging into my knees through my thin pants, me kneeling before him, taking his cock however he wanted.

To Noah’s credit, he didn’t take over. He didn’t start thrusting and fucking my mouth the way I wanted him to take my pussy. That was probably a good thing, since it would have overwhelmed me, and I might have frozen—and that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to please him, my Daddy.

Just allowing myself to think the word sent warmth flowing through me. Both fiery arousal and a blanket of fuzzy comfort covered me from knowing he’d take care of me. Thankful, I sucked him even deeper, happy when he groaned as he hit my throat. I choked slightly, but he pulled back before it could be more than a momentary reaction.

He really did take care of me. But if he wanted the opposite, for me to choke on his cock, like some of the heroes in books I’d read wanted from their women, I could take that, too. I was quickly understanding I’d do almost anything for Noah.

The sloppy sounds of me sucking him mixed with his guttural groans, and his hands tightened on my head.

“I’m going to come,” he rasped. My lips tightened, silently telling him I wanted that, and he chuckled raggedly. “Not in your mouth.” He pulled free of my lips then caught my hand when I reached up wipe away the wetness all over my chin. “Leave it. Take off your shirt the rest of the way and stay kneeling up. Tip back your head and cross your wrists behind you.”

His hand shunted up and down his length so much faster than I’d been moving. My gaze riveted to the movement, I did as he asked, watching him and waiting. My breasts jutted forward, and a wanton pleasure consumed me.

I couldn’t explain it. It was so many tantalizing things wrapped into one. Satisfaction in pleasing him, a sense of being his, a darker titillating knowledge of how taboo this was, of how he planned to mark me.

I moaned as the first heat of it burned into my senses as his seed splashed onto my breasts, between them, just below my neck then onto my ribs. He painted me and covered me with his scent.

All the while, I stared into his eyes, unflinching. Nothing was more important than being fully with him, showing him I was here with him in this moment. I wanted everything with him.

He fell to his knees, then his hand came up and rubbed his release into me. I moaned again, sinking into the pleasure as he tormented my nipples with his rough, sticky fingers.

“We both need to shower, but fuck me, I want you walking around covered with me all day.”

I wanted that, too. Maybe not every day when we managed to get home, because—well, I didn’t even want to think about what would happen then.

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