“How do they taste?” I ask her, holding the plate of chocolate-covered berries between us. Noelle picks one out carefully–likely going for one of the raspberries–and pops it into her mouth. A little shiver runs through her as she chews and swallows it down, her eyes closing briefly as a sound of pleasure rings out from her throat.
And goddamnit, now I’m jealous of a chocolate-covered berry.
“They taste incredible,” she says, her eyes flashing as she reaches for another.
“So I take it I made them with the right ratio of chocolate to berry?” I confirm.
She grins as she reaches for another. “My sister usually makes these so I don’t even know the right ratio but yours are better.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Really?”
She nods. “Don’t tell my sister, though. That’ll upset her.”
I laugh, leaving the plate on the counter and leaning against it. Noelle is quick to press her body against mine, her lips brushing gently over the skin of my neck in that way she does that drives me absolutely wild. Her breasts are pressed into my side, her hand resting on my abs. Her hair is thrown over one shoulder and as she stands on her toes to kiss my jaw, I get a whiff of that shampoo she uses that sends a jolt of electricity straight down to my dick.
“Thank you, Saint Nick,” she says, her voice low and a smile playing on her lips as she moves away from me.
She knows exactly what she does to me, and she plays me like a fiddle.
I grab her, pulling her against me again and pressing my lips to hers. She lets out a low moan that has me twisting my fingers in her hair, tugging her closer.
“You’re welcome,” I murmur, breaking our kiss only long enough to brush my lips against the skin just below her ear. She shivers into me, and I realize that just as easily as she plays me, I can play her too.
I kiss her again, her tongue tangling with mine as my need for her grows.
And just when I’m about to spin us around and throw her up on the counter, she sinks to her knees in front of me.
“Noelle,” I breathe, my hands still tangled up in her hair as she tugs on the clasp of my jeans, tugging them down over my hips.
“Nick,” she mocks, leaning forward and pressing her lips to the outline of my dick. She glances up at me with a grin on her face as she runs her hand over me, pressing gently in a way that has me bobbing toward her.
I let out a long, unsteady breath when she pulls the waistband of my underwear down and frees me.
She hums in approval as she takes me in her hand and pumps me once. Twice. She moves slowly. Intentionally.
And every single one of my muscles is taut, ready to bend her over the counter and fuck her.
The fingers of my free hand wrap around the edge of the granite, struggling to keep me in place as she takes me in her mouth, her tongue licking the most delicate circle around my head. My eyes roll back as she grabs my base and holds me steady as she takes me deeper, the tip of my cock just barely grazing the back of her throat.
One hand still holding me, she runs her tongue along the underside.
She’s toying with me and I think this might be the sweetest, slowest death I could ever have imagined.
“Noelle,” I groan, my hand still tangled up in her hair and aching to take control.
“Yes, Nick?” she asks, her voice all high and light like she’s not on her knees for me.
My throat emits a strangled noise as she takes me in her mouth again, deeper this time so I can feel the tightness of her throat around my head.
I want nothing more than to rock further into her mouth right now, but I know better. I know to let her get comfortable, take her time, and maybe in a few minutes she’ll let me come down that pretty throat of hers.
Just the thought has pressure coiling in my abdomen.
Her hand pumps me as she builds to a rhythm, taking me faster and deeper as I focus on holding onto the damn granite.
She chokes a little as she takes me too hard, too fast, and her eyes start watering.
“You okay?” I ask, tugging on her hair to force her to take a break.
She only nods, her mouth still full of me as she continues.
And as I watch her, I can’t stop the thoughts running through my mind of bending her over the counter and taking her. Tugging on that long chestnut hair and hearing her cry out for me. The way her hips would knock into the counter as I press into her from behind.
“Noelle,” I say.
She looks up at me, mouth full glossy-eyed, and I nearly come at the sight.
“I need to fuck you,” I tell her, just the thought causing my breathing to go shallow.
Her brow furrows.
“Please.”
She continues pumping me as she speaks. “You don’t want to come in my mouth?”
“God, I do. But right now, more than anything, the only thing I want is to come inside you. To feel you come first and follow you right off that cliff.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
I nod, reaching down to grab her by the arms and stand her up, wasting no time bending her over the counter as I kiss her and tug on her and position her just the way I want. She shimmies her jeans down over her hips quickly, sticking her ass out for me as I push her flush against the granite, my fingers dipping beneath her tiny underwear and exposing her.
And god, she’s wet. Slick and swollen and glistening for me.
I brush her hair over her shoulder so I can kiss her neck as I sink slowly into her.
She cries out, her hand reaching for the back of my neck as I slowly pump into her. The way she whimpers when I’m buried to the hilt inside of her has every muscle in me coiled.
“God, Nick,” she says, her voice all high and light as she presses her ass further into me.
I wind a hand up underneath her shirt, popping her bra and running my hand along her side until I feel the swell of her breast. I thumb her nipple as I thrust into her, and she clings to me, pulling me closer.
“You feel way too good,” I say, my words muffled in the skin of her neck as I reach down to play with her clit. Her fingers dig into my skin as I press small circles into the swollen nub.
She moans as her pussy clenches around me.
“Nick,” she whimpers, as I give her everything I’ve got. “Nick, I’m going to–”
She cries out as I thrust into her, keeping the same movement on her clit as her nails dig into the skin of my neck and her breathing goes erratic.
“That’s it,” I mumble, struggling to hang on until I’m sure she’s done.
When she lets out a long sigh, her body going languid over my counter, I give her my last few thrusts, tumbling over the edge right after her.
“Fuck, Noelle.”
She hums, her fingers massaging the back of my neck while I spill inside her.
“God, you feel good,” she says, as I wrap my arms around her and hug her tight.
I kiss her cheek and her neck and every part of her I can put my lips on.
Because this girl is mine.