Part 56 (1/2)

”You been givin' somethin' to me but givin' more of it to me about now would be good, baby.”

I smiled at him.

His gaze dropped to my mouth and his body under mine went utterly still.

I found that an odd and disturbing reaction.

Then, with a surprised cry, I found myself again on my knees but no longer straddling Noc with his shaft inside me.

I was facing the headboard, forced slightly to bent by Noc's chest in my back. He had a hand between my legs, finger at my c.l.i.toris, his other hand was angled across my chest, those fingers curled around the side of my neck.

And he was driving his c.o.c.k inside me swiftly and brutally.

Oh.

My, my, my.

The pad of thumb pressed up under my jaw, forcing my head back to his shoulder as he kept taking me violently, pounding into me.

Amazing.

His lips at my ear, he grunted, ”Want number nine.”

”Noc,” I forced out.

Loving the feel of his c.o.c.k slamming into me, the power of him surrounding me, the dominance of him having mounted me, I lifted a hand to brace myself against the headboard so I could get more out of his thrusts.

”Come on, baby,” his finger at my c.l.i.toris started twitching dazzlingly, ”give me nine.”

I felt the tingles ripple up the fronts of my thighs and I started to push myself back to meet his drives, gasping with effort and pleasure through each.

His thumb at my jaw slid in, over my lip and inside my mouth.

”Suck,” he ordered.

I suckled and the instant I did, the power of his movements intensified.

The taste of him, the feel of him, I moaned against his thumb, my body bucking with the o.r.g.a.s.m that suddenly crashed over me. Jarred by his increasing thrusts, I pulled hard on his thumb in my mouth and burrowed my head in his shoulder, experiencing glory.

”That's nine,” he grunted, sliding his thumb out of my mouth to wrap his hand fully around my jaw, ”now give me ten, Frannie.”

”Noc,” I panted, still in the throes of number nine.

He kept at me, finger at my c.l.i.toris and c.o.c.k driving deep.

”f.u.c.k, you should see you taking me,” he groaned, and if it was possible (which it was since he did it), he started taking me harder. ”Your t.i.ts. Your face. Your c.u.n.t. G.o.dd.a.m.ned beautiful.”

I heard him. I loved the words.

But I was in the middle of marveling about the fact I could feel another climax coming so I couldn't reply.

”This, baby,” he stated, his fingers at my jaw holding tighter, ”what we're doin' right now, is f.u.c.king.”

”I...like...f.u.c.king,” I pushed out.

”Good,” he grunted, slamming inside.

Good was an understatement.

”Next time, I'm doin' you in front of a mirror.”

At his enticing words, my arm flew up and back. I caught his hair in my grip and gave him number ten, even after all he'd given me that night, not to mention just climaxing, o.r.g.a.s.ming violently in his hold.

”There we go,” he growled then drove inside, grinding, and I heard and felt his grunts sound against my shoulder as he climaxed inside me.

After some time, when heartbeats and breathing had slowed, Noc wrapped one arm around my belly, the other hand he moved to again curl around the side of my neck and he took me with his c.o.c.k slowly, tenderly. So beautiful.

So Noc.

After offering that intimate caress, he slowly pulled out, laid me on my back, kissed my belly, my chest, my chin and looked in my eyes.

”Right back,” he murmured.

He was good on his promise. Leaving me to dispose of the sheath, he returned and I was in his arms under the covers, my back to his front.

I was also half asleep.

”Figure we got maybe four hours before we have to check out,” he muttered into the back of my hair.

”Check out?” I mumbled.

His arms around me tightened and he answered, ”I'll explain later. Now, sleep.”

My drifting eyes drifted closed and stayed that way.

My mouth did not.

”Noc?” I called.

”Yeah, Frannie.”

”All of the parts I do,” I told him.

”What?”

”All of the parts I do,” I repeated.