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or later I’d want to let her know the truth. I just hoped Noah would be on the same page as me.
We kissed, and his warm body blocked the cold wind, wrapping me up like a blanket as we embraced.
Soon we were quietly entering the cabin. Lynn was sleeping on the couch. She sat up and brushed her hair out with her hands. We thanked her, Noah gave her a big tip, and she whispered goodbye to us.
Noah lifted me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs. I giggled, but he shushed me.
“She’s a light sleeper,” Noah hissed.
I bit my lip and nodded, and he carried me like some kind of prize up to his bedroom. He threw me down onto the bed.
“It’s finally time to get those doilies off you,” he said, grinning.
“They’re called napperon,” I said, doing my best to imitate Regina’s bitchy voice, while also imitating her snooty, nasally French pronunciation of the word.
“They really don’t look like a grandma’s table,” Noah said. “I never wanted to fuck my grandma’s table.”
I burst out laughing. “Wow, you’re so good at talking dirty, Noah.”
He didn’t need to talk dirty though. We’d been dancing, kissing, and groping dirty all night, and dirty dad jokes were actually the perfect contrast to that. Something to lighten the mood before we got going.
“Remember what you said last night?” I asked him, pulling my skirt up to my mid thighs. I was blushing, but I badly wanted him to go down on me.
He put a hand on his chin and feigned ignorance. “About the space wizards?”
I shook my head. “No, not them.” I pulled my dress all the way up, just above my belly. I bit my lip, looked down so my gaze was over the frames of my glasses, and gave him the best “fuck me” eyes I could muster.
He grabbed hold of my panties, hooking his fingers under the cloth on both sides. I felt his thumbs digging into the flesh of my hips and ass, and then he slid the panties down and off.
I was wet. Very wet. I had been even before I pulled up my dress, but the moment Noah’s piercing blue eyes looked between my legs and I saw the look on his face, I had become soaking wet.
He grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My dress rode up even further, and then Noah fell to his knees on the floor. He buried himself between my legs, diving in with frenzied enthusiasm.
I gasped as his lips pressed against me. I spread my legs for him, but when his tongue pressed against me and ran up my wetness, I shuddered, and my legs clamped tight against him. My inner thighs pressed against his head, and then his tongue found my clit.
I bucked my hips. I was going to come fast, I realized. If I were a guy, it would be embarrassingly fast. That was one of the advantages of being a woman though: Noah would just pat himself on the back for making me come so fast rather than feeling disappointed that I was already finished.
He ran his tongue expertly along my folds. My fingers ran through his hair, and my nails dug into his scalp when his tongue put pressure on my clit.
I pulled the doily dress up over my head and threw it onto the ground. I closed my eyes, grabbed my breasts, and squeezed.
His hands ran up my body, gripping me with a possessive intensity. When I felt the orgasm coming, my muscles tightened, and Noah’s strong hands fell down. His fingers dug deep into my hips. He held me down as I started to come. He was strong enough to mostly control me, but my body jolted violently and with abandon. I screamed, and then I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face. I moaned into the pillow, my hot breath and tears soaking the cloth.
When I’d finished coming, Noah threw off all his clothes and fell down beside me. His raging-hard cock pressed against my soft stomach. I kissed against his neck, then down his chest. Then lower still.
I took his thickness into my mouth. I could only fit part of it inside, but I sucked and ran my tongue all along his head. It didn’t take long, and I let his cum fill my mouth. I considered spitting it out, but I swallowed it all down instead.