But he didn"t invade. I had nary an inch of him and there was much more than that.
"Darling," I whispered.
"Look at me," he demanded.
"I am, my dearest."
"Don"t stop lookin" at me."
"I won"t," I promised.
Slowly, his eyes holding mine captive the entire time, Noc slid inside.
G.o.ds, the beauty Noc gave me. So much.
And now so much more.
It took great effort not to close my eyes at the glory of him, arch my neck, center everything on the magnificence of the feeling of him filling me, connecting with me.
Noc and I becoming one.
Instead, I watched the beauty he felt as he seated himself inside me and I hoped I gave him the same, and more.
His thumb swept my lips and the fingers of his other hand laced in mine squeezed.
"Gonna take you now, baby."
I nodded.
"Don"t stop lookin" at me," he ordered.
"I won"t," I vowed.
He moved-out, then in.
I bit my lip and stared into his eyes.
His mouth trailing the inside of my leg had been the most beautiful vision I"d beheld.
Until now.
He moved again, out...in.
"Noc," I whispered.
"Faster?" he asked.
"Please."
He gave me what I wished.
And again. And again.
Faster. Faster.
More. And more.
Deeper. Harder. His gaze holding mine. His breath escalating with my own. His body driving, mine jarring. His hand clenching in mine. The fingers of his other moving back, tangling in my hair to curl against my scalp. My legs circling his hips tighter, the heels of my shoes spiking into his thighs.
All of a sudden, his nose touched mine and his tone was low and fierce when he gritted, "f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, you"re so G.o.dd.a.m.ned beautiful."
"You are too," I gasped.
Out and in. Out and in. Eyes locked. Fingers clutched. Legs wound. Out and in.
"Every inch of you," he grunted.
My fingers convulsed around his.
Something else convulsed as well, repeatedly, and my legs got tighter.
His deep groan sounded against my lips and radiated everywhere.
Too good.
I was at my end.
"Darling, I"m-"
"Hold on, baby, look in my eyes."
My entire body tightened. The sensations overwhelming, I watched a muscle dance up his cheek in reaction to feeling it at our intimate connection, and his eyes fired further.
I couldn"t do as he asked.
"Noc," I cried urgently.
"With me, sweetheart. Come with me."
Wishing to give him what he wanted, I drew in deep breaths, arching into him, my hips undulating to meet his thrusts, the nails of my hand at his back pressing in and clawing, all in the attempt to give, to take...and to hold on.
"Darling," I begged.
"Look in my eyes."
"Darling," I pleaded.
"Don"t lose my eyes, Frannie."
I was going to fly apart.
"I must," I implored.
"Let go," he grunted.
And only then did I lose Noc"s gaze because I came apart.
The explosion was life changing. Obliterating everything I was in burst after burst of sheer pleasure, leaving nothing but the me I was with Noc. The me I was connected to Noc. The me I was with his fingers laced in mine, his body still thrusting into mine, driving me into the bed, the mighty noises of his simultaneous o.r.g.a.s.m blazing along every inch of me.
I found I"d lifted my head and was whimpering into his neck through my climax, then panting into it as I kept hold on him exactly as I was as he continued pounding into me, his grunts no less potent, only drawing my nails from his flesh to soothe with my hand where they"d grazed the small of his back.
I was settling into my afterglow but Noc was still thrusting and grunting, music to my ears, when a tug on my hair told me I needed to lower my head.
I did so and I barely got it to the pillow before Noc"s mouth was on mine.
Only when he"d begun to drink from me did he slide inside and cease moving.
I continued to hold him tight.
He broke the kiss, shifted and buried his face in my neck.
And I held him tight.
I stared at the ceiling, feeling Noc"s warmth, his weight, smelling the spice of his skin, glorying in the stretch of his c.o.c.k embedded deep inside me, allowing my breath to even as I felt his breath do the same.
I didn"t know what came over me, but the moment he started nuzzling my neck with his mouth, his hand clenched in mine relaxed only so his thumb could caress the apple of my palm, I blurted, "Does this mean I won"t get pizza?"
Noc stilled completely.
I did the same beneath him.
Now whyever did I ask that?
Why?
He lifted up and looked down at me.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, willing to cast a spell to take us to the beauty of what we were sharing but seconds ago and not the awkwardness and stupidity of what I"d just said.
I didn"t have to do that.
Noc was my Noc.
My savior. My friend.
Now...my lover.
He just gave.
In other words, we"d shared beauty but seconds ago.
And he gave me more.
He did this as he burst out laughing and he did not come close to getting it under control before he was kissing me, laughing into my mouth.
Bar none, it was the most beautiful moment of my life.
Bar...
None.
Even the climax he"d just given me at the same moment he"d shared his own.
So, of course, I kissed him back.
Fervently.
Alas, he eventually had to lift his head so we both could breathe, but I was delighted to see he was still smiling broadly when he did.
"They deliver," he declared.
"Pardon?" I asked.
"Pizza places. They deliver. So the answer is yes. You"re gonna get your pizza. Though I"m not gonna get you drunk after that because you"re gonna eat, I"m gonna eat, then we"re gonna f.u.c.k until we can"t keep our eyes open anymore. Then we"re gonna sleep. We"ll wake up. We"ll f.u.c.k again. And then I"ll take you home but only so you can change clothes so I can take you to Cafe du Monde to get beignets."
"You"ve used this word often, my dearest, but I"m afraid I don"t understand how you"re using the word "f.u.c.k" now."
He flexed his hips into mine, his semi-hard shaft made its presence known (not that I forgot it was there), and he did this dipping his face so the tip of his nose touched mine.
"f.u.c.k, baby. We"re gonna f.u.c.k. And we"re gonna do it a lot."
"You mean," I whispered, "make love?"
"We"ll do that too."
I blinked.
"I don"t-" I started to tell him I didn"t understand, but he interrupted me by lifting up, pulling out as he did so, but also moving me at the same time that in the end he was sitting on the side of the bed and I was straddling his lap.
"Pizza first," he announced. "While we wait for it, I"ll explain f.u.c.king versus making love. Though, I might not explain it," he gave me a grin I"d never seen before, one I felt tighten my nipples, "I might demonstrate. Then we"ll do both until I wear you out. We got a plan?"
Until he wore me out?
I felt goose pimples raise all over my skin.
"I, uh...well..."
How did one answer that question?