Noah (The Mitchell/Healy Family #1)(55)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“I need a kiss, darlin’.”

She leaned down and pressed her mouth to mine. As she pulled away I started to laugh. “I wasn’t talkin’ about those lips.” I freed my hands and grabbed her ass, pulling it up over my chest. Shalan looked down and watched me inching my way toward her pu**y. She cupped both of her br**sts and licked over her front teeth before I looked back at what I’d waited almost four weeks to have again. “I wonder how many times I can make you come in three days?”

She moaned. “Mmm, I can’t wait to find out.”

Shalan

Noah wasn’t the type of guy that was easy to talk about relationships with. What we had was definitely something, but we hadn’t labeled it. Honestly, I was too afraid to talk about it, at all. The countless hours of getting to know him more on the phone, and sending messages had left me completely infatuated with him, and as much as I wanted more, I knew our worlds were too different to try.

My life was changing, for the better of course, but with one sacrifice. Having time to spend doing my own thing was going to become difficult. The busier I got the less I knew I’d be able to have those phone calls, and personal relationships. It scared me, knowing that I was about to be thrown into a lifestyle that I knew literally nothing about. People read the tabloids. We hear about all the negative, but was that all there was? Couldn’t someone just sing and be happy? Did it have to come with such baggage?

My mind went to Noah, and how happy I was when he was near me. This visit from him had only made it more apparent. I’d missed him, more than I cared to admit, and it scared me. All we had were our visits, and as excited as I was to be with him again, I knew it would be over sooner than later.

That made me so sad, knowing that I couldn’t keep him with me every day. I didn’t mean it in a clingy way. It was more to the point of being able to wake up and know he was next to me. It was the companionship of being together that I longed for.

After a morning of sex, we lie naked together in my bed. I’d worked a full week with a voice coach in preparation for my first real event. Monday morning I’d be flying out with a very popular band to sing backup. It wasn’t the same as having my own concert, but certainly enough to feel like my dreams were coming true.

I nestled my body into Noah’s. “I still can’t believe you came.”

He kissed the top of my head. “You were the one who came; five times from what I can recall.”

“You know what I meant.” I giggled and smacked his chest lightly.

Noah looked me straight in the eyes. He ran his hands through my hair as he spoke. “Did you think I wouldn’t show?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I felt like seeing you was too good to be true. I guess I’m not used to having good things happen to me.”

Noah pulled my leg over his body and sat me on top of him. I let my chest fall down over his and kissed him slowly. When I pulled away I kept my lips close and could feel his moving as he spoke, in between little pecks. “I needed to see my little rock star before she gets famous and forgets about me.”

I ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “That’s not possible, especially after what you just did with your tongue. What was that?”

We both laughed while I waited for an answer.

“I told you over the phone we had more to explore.”

“Yeah, but that was…My God, I don’t even know how to explain it.” Just thinking about it was making me hot and bothered, all over again.

“Stop talkin’, you’re makin’ my head grow.”

My eyes got huge and a cackle escaped my lips. “Which one?”

He rolled us over, so that he was on top. “Both.”

Being with Noah was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t just that he was so tentative, or that his focus was always on pleasing me. It was the way he touched me, and more importantly, the way he looked at me.

I’d never felt so desired before, and I think he knew that. No matter what we were doing, his focus was always on me and he took the time to stop and ask for permission, as if I’d ever say no.

Noah entered me with ease since I was still aroused from our last encounter. My muscles accepted his girth, but still it was uncomfortable at first. He went slow, watching my face change from irritated to pleased, before he increased the tempo. His tongue entered my mouth and matched the way mine moved. I could feel his whiskers brushing over my cheeks as we kissed. His large hand took ahold of one of my br**sts and began massaging it. Then very maneuvered, it slid down over my navel until he hit the base of my sex. I could feel the muscles in his arm working as he rubbed over my clit. My knees raised to his sides almost by themselves.

Noah noticed my adjustment and decided to make some himself. He took my already lifted knees and pushed them up until they pressed on my chest. Still inside of me, he looked down at my very stretched pu**y. I felt his hand rubbing over my lips and holding them apart with one hand while he lightly slapped on my most sensitive bud, causing me to jerk each time. The more reaction he got the faster he started pumping himself inside of me again. Our bodies slapped together from me becoming so wet, and I trembled feeling overcome again by another wave of bliss.

Noah kept watching my pu**y, licking his lips and touching on my clit, as he f**ked me. It was too much for me to keep my eyes open. I wanted to call out his name and explode with passion.

“Come on, Shalan. I want to watch this pu**y go wild.”

That was it. He could have said that he liked the color yellow and I would have gone crazy. Hearing his voice set me off and I couldn’t hold back. I cried out as he held my legs up above my head. My muscles were contracting so much that I could feel him fighting to stay inside of me.

That’s when he really went to town, vigorously pounding into me as I wallowed in bliss. My legs were freed as his body arched back, his eyes closing and loud sounds being spoken under his breath. I could feel his release inside of me, and accepted that he was completely spent.

Noah fell down and pulled me on top of him. Our bodies remained connected, yet exhausted. I kissed him then, so passionately that I had to wonder how I was going to be able to say goodbye when it was time for him to leave.

All of our late night talks had only increased my feelings. I knew I couldn’t talk about them, because there would never be an opportunity for more to happen between us. Noah and I were two friends that enjoyed spending time together. We knew we lived in two different worlds, and I had to accept that, no matter how badly I wondered what we could be.