Page 13 of Naughty Noelle
“I’m not a good man, Noelle. I shouldn’t have thought about you like that.”
My eyes go wide at the admission. “I thought I annoyed you.”
The corners of his eyes crinkle. “Oh, you did. Every little flick of your hair, the curve of your lips, the sway of your hips. Your intelligence and your determination to do exactly what pleases you, damn the consequences.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Iwas especially annoyed by the fact that you are my best friend’s little sister, and I shouldn’t have noticed any of those things about you at all.”
Wonder washes through me as his hand strokes the side of my face, down my neck and over the curve of my shoulder before brushing against my breast again, gentle, feather-like touches that leave sparks rushing along my skin. I can feel him everywhere at once, the heavy, hot weight of him between my thighs.
“You have too many clothes on,” I whisper, raising my hips against the ridge of his cock.
Hiro presses my hips back down with his. His eyes are dark with desire. “Once I take them off, there’s no going back, Noelle.”
“God, I hope not,” I grind out, the length of him rubbing me in almost the exact right spot, but my hips are pinned, and I can’t move.
“Are you certain? I’m almost ten years older than you and over-bearing, over-protective and crazy about you.”
I pause, but only for a second. It sounds like he’s asking for a whole lot more than whether I’m certain about our current position. Hiro is the one thing I can’t imagine ever getting bored of and if he doesn’t put his hands on me soon, I’m going to die. “Are you certain, Hiro?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more than this.” He drops down, nuzzling my shoulder.
“I want you. I want this.”
His cuddle turns to kisses and the feather soft touches begin again, his fingers trailing over my hip before dipping between our bodies. He groans. “You’re so wet.” Swiping up the center of me, he swirls his thumb over my aching clit, and I shudder. “So wet and needy.”
“Please, Hiro.” I’m panting, every single cell in my body attuned to his.
“I dreamed about how you’d feel, but this surpasses even my most intense fantasies.” He looks down at me. “You’re so soft and warm. Like the best dessert, ever.”
While I watch, he dips inside me and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and when he grins at me, mouthing the word ‘delicious’ I nearly melt into the bed. He rolls beside me, spreading my legs wider, and teases my pussy, his fingers moving fast, then slow as he catalogues every twitch and moan I deliver under his ministrations.
I can’t remember the last time something felt this good. I turn, capturing his mouth with mine and kiss him with all the desperation building in my body as his fingers pump slowly in and out of me, pleasure snaking through me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when I touch you. You feel so good, like this. Spread your legs a little more, baby.” He hisses out a breath when I do as he says. “Good girl, just like that. Show me how good this feels.” Hiro strokes me, changing the speed of his fingers, watching me closely as he rubs my pussy.
“So soft,” he murmurs. “That’s it, baby, move your hips just like that. Ride my fingers.” His fingers stop their slow exploration, as he settles against my clit, gliding his thumb in a light circle, which makes my legs shake. “I want to feel you come on my fingers, want to feel this greedy little pussy squeeze me before I bury myself deep inside and make you come again on my cock.”
There’s an edge to his voice, like he’s losing control and oh, doesn’t that do amazing things to my body.
“P-please, Hiro.” My body is tightening, spiraling higher, while he whispers filthy things in my ear until my whole body contracts, like a flash reaction I saw once on some science show. His fingers work me through my orgasm, wringing out every little drop of sensation, like he knows my body better than I do.
His fingers slow, gentling, so the pressure isn’t overwhelming, his lips softly brushing against my shoulder. “You did so good, baby, coming apart on my hand.” He continues to pet me, dipping his head to lick at my nipple. “Do you feel better now?”
I’m too dazed to do more than nod, sated and a little sleepy as my heartbeat slows and the warmth of Hiro’s body snuggles into mine. When I looked down at his beautiful, stern face last night in the bar, the last thing I imagined is that I’d end up here, in his arms, my body still tingling from his amazingly talented hands.
I don’t know if this is a Christmas miracle, or some kind of dream I don’t want to wake up from, but whatever it is, I don’t want it to end.
5
HIRO
About five or six years ago, I had the opportunity to train with some specialized monks who believed everything the body experienced was in the mind.
Pain, hunger, and fear caused physical responses, but if you could control your mind, you could focus beyond those responses, effectively controlling them and their effect on the human body. It was an incredible experience and I witnessed amazing things, even learning some of the early stages of control, but the insertion of Noelle in my life has wiped that training clean.
I might be able to go days without feeling hunger and I might be able to ignore pain, but right now, in my kitchen, my cock is as hard as it was twenty minutes ago, when Noelle was pumping her hips against my hand and crying her pleasure into my mouth while those generous tits shook with the force of her orgasm.
That’s all the magic I need in my life.
I’ve never understood the concept of blue balls, but the ache in my pants right now is a huge middle finger to all the control I was so proud of seemingly possessing.
