Noah moved from my mouth to my breasts, gently sucking them. A few times, he nipped them lightly between his teeth which sent me over the edge. I gasped, feeling the swell between my thighs.
After several minutes of him kissing and licking my body, he stood up and went over to the side table to retrieve a condom.
I rolled onto my side and watched him run the latex over his length. I hooked a finger at him, beckoning him back to the floor.
“You don’t want the bed?” he asked.
I shook my head. “We haven’t done it on the floor yet. I’m determined to do this on as many surfaces as we can around this place.”
“It’s a pretty big house,” he said, coming to me. Once he knelt on the ground, I came up in front of him and pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him to the ground.
“I think we have a pretty good head start,” I said, crawling on top of him.
I lifted my butt and grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before lowering myself on top of him. His eyes rolled back, and I slowly rocked against his hips. He slid right inside of me, but there was no shortage of lube. Noah turned me on with one look, and after him making me come once already, I was primed and ready to go for him.
I moved up and down his shaft, slowly squeezing against the hard muscle between my thighs.
He lifted his hands, and I threaded our fingers together. I used his arms to stabilize me and started to rock against him once more. This time I didn’t want to stop until he came.
As I built Noah up to his own threshold, his hands dropped to my ass, and he squeezed my cheeks, leading them to his sweet spot.
My breathing came quick, matching his.
I leaned back, pressing my hands into the floor, moving my hips, grinding against his body.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I breathed as my orgasm quickly rose to the precipice.
“Fuuck!” Noah cried out just as my orgasm broke through.
I continued to work his cock until both of us were completely spent.
He gently slipped out of me, and I collapsed on the floor next to him.
I laid my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath. My head still spun, and my entire body felt as if it floated above him instead of being planted on the ground next to him.
“I think I’m going to have to say I love you more often,” he said, laughing.
“You better,” I said. “But be careful where you say it. I wouldn’t want to have to jump you in the grocery store.”
He scratched his chin. “There’s a thought.”
I swatted at him, and he caught my hand in his, holding it against his chest. “I feel like this is the life I’ve always wanted but was unsure how to get there.”
“You’re here now,” I said. “But I do think you’re going to have to work on your accent a bit.”
“What? Like ‘G’day, mate? Let’s get another shrimp on the barbie!’” he said in a terrible Australian accent.
I giggled. “Please don’t tell that to anyone down here. I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you.”
“I’ll have to work on it then. I’ll start with the slang though. I’m not great at accents.”
“That will have to do for now,” I said.
Noah kissed my forehead. “I love you, Jess.”
“I love you too, Noah.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine