He started to pull out, but I wasn’t having that, actually arching back and taking hold of his beautiful cock. He stopped immediately and watched as I turned and got down on my knees in front of him, determined to try and give him as much pleasure as he had given me.
Not having really held a cock before, let alone sucked one, I decided to take it slow, first stroking him with both hands and then one, using the other to cup his balls. He seemed to like that, so I kept going, massaging his balls while continuing to stroke his shaft. He moaned softly and gently pet my hair, letting me know that he liked it.
Working up my courage, I started to lick his cock from bottom to top, gently licking and sucking his balls at the bottom of each pass. I spiraled my tongue around the salty head at the end.
On the ninth or tenth lick — I had lost count by then — I got really brave and dropped my mouth over his head and lowered my lips down his shaft, getting about halfway down before I started to gag. Easing off a bit, I started to gently suck his huge, hard cock. A bit nervous at first, I didn’t do much, terrified I might brush him with my teeth, which was the last thing I wanted to do.
When I build up a bit more courage, I started sucking harder, making Noah moan deeply, clearly getting ready to cum. Undaunted, I kept going, more than willing to have him cum in my mouth. Excited actually. I was not disappointed either, Noah gifting me with a sheer torrent of thick, sweet cum, which I did my best to swallow down.
Noah gently pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. Again taking me by surprise, he’s scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, still kissing me on the way.
Sitting me down on the edge of the bed, Noah peeled off my dress, leaving me completely naked. He stared at my boobs as though mesmerized, before taking them in each of his strong, gentle hands and massaged them tenderly. I honestly never knew that my boobs could feel so good, especially when he started to suck my nipples.
Gently pushing me onto my back, Noah put my legs over his shoulders, leaning down so he was low enough to kiss me. He had effectively pinned me down, making it impossible for me to move much. There was a point in my life when this would have scared me. Right then, though, it made me really hot.
“Fuck yeah,” I whispered as he slid his cock into my tight little pussy.
It was even better than from behind. That was good, but this way, as he moved, his huge cock hit my g-spot, building up the most siliceous pleasure. I grabbed onto his arms, urging him on, wanting even more, my pussy lips holding onto his cock as he fucked me. I came first again, shuddering against him. Noah held me tight and lovingly stroked my hair.
Gently pulling out of my pussy, Noah brought his cock around to my mouth, which I gladly accepted, sucking him hard until he unloaded into my lips.
Noah got onto the bed beside me and gently massaged my pussy as we kissed. I returned his affections as best I could in my current weakened, blissful state.
“Do you hurt?” he asked.
“No, it feels really good,” I said.
“Good.”
He kissed me again, warm and sweet, and I snuggled up against him, and we cuddled until we both gently drifted to sleep.
Harsh daylight came too soon as it often does. I hadn’t dreamed that I could remember but guessed it would have been good. I rolled over to tell Noah about this, but he was gone. In his stead was a piece of paper folded into an origami swan. I could see bits of writing on various parts of the swan and realized it was a note.
Reversing the folding pieces, I managed to uncover the note, written in exacting cursive. I was pretty sure he was trying to be delicate, but it still made me wonder if he was really interested in me or just playing games.
Chapter Ten
Noah
This was not my favorite thing. I was actually under the impression that one of the perks of being a partner at a law firm was that you didn’t have to waste time with meetings anymore. An attitude leading many to call me anti-social, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. I was asocial, which was a completely different thing. I didn’t hate people; I just didn’t have much interest in social interaction most of the time. I could fake it with the rest of them, particularly if I liked the person or people in question, though there was always an undercurrent of discomfort. Even with people I was close to like Jim and Ann. I mostly just liked to keep my own company.