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NOAH
This woman was going to be the death of me. Hard stop. When I slid her dress to the floor to reveal the sexy black underwear she was wearing, I nearly came right then and there. Then she made it even harder, no pun intended, by sinking down onto her knees and sliding my cock in between her plump red lips. She grinned up as me as she glided me deeper inside her mouth and I loosely grabbed her hair in my fist which only seemed to encourage her. I don’t know if it was her or me who was moaning now.
Oh fuck, she was going to leave me deceased. I closed my eyes as I felt her hot mouth and her tongue licking and sucking on me. I definitely had fantasies of this before, but I didn’t think I would be towering over her, while this petite woman was on her knees pleasuring me like there was no tomorrow. I wanted her so bad, that I had to make her stop, or else I was going to come in her mouth, and as hot as that would have been, I didn’t want it to stop there.
“Why did you make me stop?” she asked confused. I pulled her up on her feet so she was eye-level with me, or rather chest level. I always forgot that I was almost a foot taller than her.
“My turn,” I said as I found the clasp on her bra and slid it off. Then I grabbed the thin string of her throng and dragged it slowly down her legs. My hands grazed across the pale skin on her lean body, lingering on the outside of her shapely thighs.
“What?” she asked confused, but I lifted her up and threw her onto the bed.
Her eyes were wide with desire at my display of aggressiveness. I pinned her arms above her head on the bed and kissed the inside of her wrist where her quill tattoo was. I trailed my mouth down her arms and landed on the side of her neck. I kissed her there slowly until I heard her sigh in content beneath me. I ran my hand down her chest to cup her breasts, twirling a calloused finger across the hard bud of her nipple.
“Noah...”
“Mmmhmm,” I murmured against her skin.
I trailed my mouth further down her body, using my mouth and tongue to lick and suck at her flesh before situating myself between her thighs. I placed soft kisses against her thighs and parted her legs with my hands while she whimpered in anticipation. I parted her with my thumb and flicked my tongue out for that first delicious lick across her most sensitive area. She moaned softly and I loved that I made that sound come out of her pretty little mouth.
I lifted my head up when she couldn’t stop giggling.
“I’m sorry!” she laughed. “Your beard’s so ticklish!”
I rubbed my face on her thighs and she continued to laugh. “Oh, do you not like beards?” I asked.
She leaned up onto her elbows, and I got an eyeful of her boobs. God she looked so sexy from down here. “Noah! Are you growing a beard because I told you beards were hot?”
“No,” I lied into her thigh and started kissing up towards her center again. ”Is it too annoying?”
“No,” she sighed and laid back as my tongue flicked inside her again and I added a finger into the mix. “I like the way it feels on my thighs.”
And then her hands were touching the top of my head, her fingers sliding through my hair while I gave her what I knew she craved. I loved doing this for a woman, and I felt more confident this time because I knew the noises she was making were not fake. I set my hands firmly on her thighs, pressing them into the mattress while I continue to lick and kiss her in the spot she craved the most.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
I leaned up with a grin at her. “Beg me,” I demanded.
She smiled down at me and then just shoved my face back down into her pussy. “Do what you’re told, Kennedy.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I muffled into her thigh.
She was laughing above me. “Man, you really are a giver.”
“Mmmhmm, now let me give you my tongue some more.”
I definitely liked a lady who knew what she wanted and took it. Dinah was very good at doing that, and her demanding nature was so sexy to me. This pocket-sized woman was playful and dominant, and I loved being able to please her. I did as she asked, lapping at her center in soft, slow strokes. She whimpered and it turned me on more, that I focused on her clit until her orgasm rolled through her a few minutes later. My inner caveman was beating at his chest, because I got to do that to her. I climbed up on the bed and laid down beside her.
She was lying on her back with her eyes closed. I kissed her on the corner of her mouth, and one green eye lazily opened. “Now, there’s the look of contentment I was hoping for,” I teased.
Both eyes were open now. “How could anyone ever tell you that you were bad at that?” she asked with a dreamy sigh.
I shrugged and my fingers danced across her chest. “I don’t know, especially since I love doing that.”
“Wait, for real?” she asked with a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Hell yeah! I love going down on a woman. I love tasting you and feeling you come apart on my tongue. Feeling your legs quaking against my head. It’s so fucking sexy.”
“Oh my god! Finding a man that actually enjoys that is hard,” she explained. “It’s the same for me. Going down on you really turned me on too.”
My hand ghosted across her chest and she leaned into it shamelessly. I kissed her neck. “That’s the sexiest thing you have ever said to me,” I whispered into her ear.
“You don’t mind that I’m demanding in bed?” she asked.
I shook my head with a big grin. “Dinah, I love when you tell me what to do. I like a woman in charge who knows what she wants.”
She leaned over to kiss me passionately again and then she was straddling me. She fumbled around in the bedside table before finding a condom, rolling it onto my hard length and then climbed on top. I helped her by positioning myself at her entrance and then she slid down onto me in a deliciously slow manner. Her hands pressed hard on my chest and she looked determined, so I let her ride me as hard and fast as she wanted. Her nails scratched down my chest and I grabbed her ass which seemed to just make her get more into it. Maybe I was a bit submissive, but Dinah seemed to be the type of woman who thrived on it and loved being in charge. I had to admit there was a nice view from down here too, so I was one hundred percent here for this tiny woman being on top and in charge of things.
I sat up in bed after a little bit, so we could be face-to-face to ride out our orgasms while clutching each other.
“Noah,” she moaned in ecstasy into my neck and gripped my shoulders.
I held onto her hips tightly and thrusted fast up into her as she rocked on top of me. My own orgasm hit me square in the chest while she was moaning into my ear.
I came back down to earth with my chest heavy like I had just spent it skating lines. My hand was still tangled up in her dark tresses, her long hair wrapped tightly around my fist. Sex with her the second time was even better and it made me glad I could make her happy like this.
I unwrapped her hair from around my fist and caressed her cheek. I kissed her softly. “Dinah...” I panted out of breath.
“Noah...holy fuck,” she agreed.
She disentangled herself from off my lap and I shamelessly watched her firm ass bend over to pick up her discarded clothes. I laid on the bed to catch my breath, after disposing of the condom in the trashcan underneath the bedside table.
“Hey, I kind of want to get a shower,” she announced.
“Okay.”
She was standing in the doorway of her en suite bathroom, naked and looking sexy with her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Her lipstick was half-smeared off, her chest was burned red from my beard, and her hair was all disheveled, but that tiny woman was sexy as fuck to me in this moment.
“Are you coming?” she asked in a way that said, “fuck me in the shower, Noah.”
I looked up at her in surprise and ran a hand through my sweaty hair. I grabbed a condom from the bedside table just in case.
Later while Dinah was blow-drying her hair, I laid back in her bed clad in just my boxers waiting for her to be done. I was in such bliss, I didn’t even realize it was so late. I looked at my phone and checked my schedule for upcoming games. Practice tomorrow, and then a 1:00 pm game Saturday from home, off on Sunday, Monday was a travel day for a Tuesday game in Chicago. From Chicago, we headed to Toronto for a Thursday night game, home on Saturday, and in New York on Sunday. I wondered if she would come to the game on Saturday, but I knew she had been procrastinating on her book, and I didn’t want to get in the way.
My phone buzzed and I saw a text from TJ.
TJ: How’d it go?
ME: Yeah, we’re on the same page.
TJ: AND???
ME: I guess we’re dating now.
TJ: Bro!!! Don’t fuck this up, I want to still be friends with her.
I shook my head at him and put my phone back on the nightstand. Dinah came out of her bathroom still not dressed, but her hair was now silky straight like it always was. I watched her ass move as she walked over to the dresser. She dug around in her dresser before putting on some clothes to sleep in. She was looking at her phone absent-mindedly while she slid into clean clothes. I heard her scoffing, “Ugh! What a dick.”
“TJ?” I guessed.
She rolled her eyes.
“He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”
“I know!” she called after me as she headed back into the bathroom. I heard her brushing her teeth and it reminded me that I probably should get my own bedtime routine going. I already had a spare toothbrush here, but I needed real clothes to sleep in and not just my boxers.
I climbed out of bed and started putting my pants back on.
She spat in the sink and asked, “Are you leaving?”
I was mid-button, and the disappointed look on her face nearly crushed me. “I want to go wash up. You want me to stay over tonight?”
“You don’t have to.”
“But...” I tried to goad her.
She ran a hand through her now dried dark hair and didn’t want to look at me. I crossed over to her and lifted her chin to look at me. I bent down and kissed her quickly. “You like having me in your bed, eh?” I asked.
“Well, duh.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
She blushed. “I do like waking up beside you. But you don’t have to stay.”
“What if I come back over?” I asked.
“Noah, it’s fine. You don’t have to stay.”
“But, I want to,” I urged and pulled her to my chest. Her head went immediately to the spot against my heart, and I ran a hand over her now smooth hair. “I’ll be back.”
“Use your spare key, I might be asleep when you get back,” she admitted.
“You have to work tomorrow, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, but it’s my half-day work from home day.”
I pulled away from her and kissed the top of her head. “Okay, I’ll be back.”
Dinah was sliding into her bed when I left her place with my shirt hanging loosely on my chest and my suit jacket in my hand. Thankfully TJ was in his bedroom with the door closed, or else he would have just razzed me for my appearance. When I got into my bedroom and was changing into clothes for bed, I realized why he had his door closed.
Huh, good for him.
Just to be an ass I texted him.
ME: GET SOME!
I threw some clothes for tomorrow into a bag and went back over to Dinah’s. The light was off in her bedroom, but I saw she was still on her phone. I dropped the bag on the floor, and went into her bathroom to brush my teeth. I thought it was too soon to ask about leaving clothes here, plus I literally lived next door so it wasn’t that hard to just go next door and change. That was, of course, if she wanted me to continue staying the night with her. But since we were now dating, I didn’t think that was going to be a problem.
I slid into bed and she was off her phone, but not asleep yet. She was on her side, and I went to the other side of the bed. I laid my arm across her and pulled her tight against my chest. I breathed in the hair at the base of her neck, and she laughed.
“Stop breathing on me!” she exclaimed.
I kissed her neck. “Ah, you like it.”
“Jerk.”
I kissed her again and smiled against her neck when she laughed. She turned around so she was facing me and she pulled me down to her to kiss her. I never dreamed that I would get to kiss her as much as I was currently doing. I don’t think she understood the crazy things that she did to me.
She pulled away. “Goodnight, Noah.”
“Night, Dinah.”
She shifted position again so she was on her side, and I pulled her close to me again. In a moment, her quiet breathing filled the room and I knew that she had finally fallen asleep. I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted to be here in her bed, holding her tight for as long as I could. I couldn’t believe my luck that Dinah Lace not only wanted me as much as I wanted her, but she was totally okay with actually dating me. Now, I just needed to get her to fall in love with me as hard as I had fallen in love with her. I honestly still thought it was a dream. I drifted off to sleep with probably the dumbest grin on my face.
***
I WOKE UP THE NEXT morning on my back, and Dinah’s small frame was curled into me, her head leaning on my arm. I slowly slid myself out of her bed as carefully as I could, and put her head back on her pillow. She stirred, but didn’t wake, so I went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I’ve known Dinah long enough to know to not fucking talk to her until she had her morning coffee. Her words, not mine.
Dinah was one of those people who liked to grind her own coffee, and she usually kept the freshly ground stuff in a plastic container in her kitchen cabinet. Luckily there was some already ground, so I didn’t have to wake her up with the sound of her super loud old coffee grinder. I should look into getting her a new one, she always complained about how much this one sucked. What did it say about me that my first thought was to get the woman I was dating a practical gift that she actually wanted?
I shook my head to myself and started the coffee maker. I opened the fridge and inspected her groceries. I didn’t know how this woman was alive, but something told me maybe her insane brothers were more than just overprotective. She complained more than once about how her brother Frankie “momed” her too much. Her fridge was practically empty, but she had some eggs at least, so I cracked them into a pan and started making breakfast. I was buttering toast when I heard her feet pitter-patter across the tile in her kitchen behind me.
I turned to her with a smile and she had her hands on her hips. “Um, excuse me? What are you doing?” she asked but she was grinning.
I took the plates over to her kitchen table, but didn’t answer her. She got herself a cup of coffee and joined me at her table. She took a sip of coffee like a nicotine addict took a drag off a cigarette.
I poked her in the arm. “You’re an addict.”
“Hush!” she remarked, but had a twinkle in her eyes.
“Did you just hush me?”
“Shut up! Did you seriously make me breakfast?”
I shrugged. “It’s just eggs & toast.”
She glanced over at her fridge. “I’m honestly surprised I even had that in there. Sometimes Frankie brings me food. You really didn’t have to.”
We were quiet for a moment as she dug her fork into her eggs and drank her coffee. She was still sluggish and sleepy, which just made her look even cuter. In my wildest dreams, I never thought we would get here. When I met her she had been happily married, so there was no shot in hell. I had to admit I did feel a little guilty being with her even though I knew her husband was gone. I liked to think we still would have been friends if he was still around. I wasn’t the kind of guy that was going to try to get a woman to cheat, so thinking of the what-ifs was kind of a waste. After everything she went through, all that loss, she deserved to be happy and I wanted to be the man who could give that to her.
She looked at me curiously from over her cup of coffee. “You okay?” she asked.
I nodded and smiled at her. “Fine, just thinking.”
“You had your brooding face on. Are you sure?”
I smiled at her again and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I’m fine.”
She narrowed her eyes and I knew she didn’t believe me. I pulled away, and we ate breakfast in silence. I took her plate when she was finished, despite her protests that she could get it. She finished her coffee and joined me at the sink, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind and leaning up on her tip-toes to kiss my shoulder.
“It’s kind of sexy when a man does housework,” she joked with a wink.
I turned around to kiss her then, long and tender. She pulled away abruptly, and I cocked my head in question.
She sighed heavily. “If you continue to kiss me like that, I will never start working.”
I grinned and bopped her on the nose. “Oh, that’s my evil plan.”
“It’s working! I just want to rip your clothes off you right now.”
“You still going to work from home today?” I asked, trying to ignore that last part. Although, my cock didn’t get the memo, as it was lifting up in interest right now.
She nodded. “You have practice today?”
“Yeah, I should probably go see if TJ’s gonna leave without me. I think he thinks I moved out.”
“Did he have a girl over last night?”
I nodded.
“He’s just ploughing through all of Philadelphia isn’t he?”
I tried not to laugh. “Um, I guess? I’m starting to worry about him.”
She cocked her head at me. “How so?”
I shrugged. “I worry he’s going to wake up so utterly alone one day because he didn’t allow himself to find love.”
Her green eyes softened and were shiny with her admiration of my words. “Aw, Noah!” she cooed.
I kissed her cheek. “I just want him to be happy.”
She patted me on the arm. “He’ll figure it out. By the way, thanks for dinner last night, you totally didn’t need to pay.”
I slid my arms down her frame to rest onto her waist, and I smiled as she shivered at my touch. “Just let me,” I insisted.
She made a face, which I silenced with another kiss. So that was how we ended up in her bed again, writhing together in a mess of kisses and tangled sweaty limbs. So much so that afterwards she jumped out of bed and got dressed in a hurry.
“What’s the rush?” I asked with a laugh.
“I have a conference call in thirty minutes! Oh, boy, you’re trouble for me!” she exclaimed. But she leaned down and kissed me again. “I got to go.”
She disappeared behind her office door, and I leaned back on her bed with a sigh of contentment. I wasn’t really planning for that one, but I was by no means complaining. I showered in her bathroom and got dressed in the clothes I brought over last night. I flopped down on the bed and checked my phone. I had a message from TJ.
TJ: HA HA. I thought you weren’t coming home.
ME: I just needed to get some things.
TJ: Are you legit moving in next door?
ME: NO!
TJ: haha, yeah right. You’re whipped already.
ME: I’m not complaining.
TJ: gross.
I laughed at him and set my phone down. It was probably time for me to slip out since Dinah had to get work done and I needed to get my ass to practice. I got up from the bed and walked into her living room. I saw her office door was ajar and she waved me in. She was still on the phone, but she must have had it on mute.
“Do you need to head out?” she asked.
“Yeah, I have practice.” I bent down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay. I had a good time last night.”
“You want to do it again?”
She grinned from ear-to-ear. “Oh most definitely.”
At practice I was all smiles, so much so that my teammates wouldn’t stop giving me shit about it. TJ hit me in the leg with his stick, but I skated around it and went through the puck carrying drills. I was even smiling when I completely fucked up on a shot on Metzy.
Metzy pulled his cage off his head and gave me a confused look. “What’s up with you today?”
“He’s lovesick!” TJ called.
I gave him the finger, and the guys laughed. Hallsy clapped me on the back. “It’s a good look on you, I’m glad to see you happy.”
And I was happy, so disgustingly happy. I was sure that past me would have wanted to punch present me in the face.