Whether it’s a skill he’s learned or an innate ability, you do not care: Noah is good. He’s better than good, he’s fantastic. He tastes the layers of your flesh and he treats your clit like a queen. Your breath quickens and you near climax quickly. But you are not ready, not yet.
I’m going to come, you whisper.
He just hums a response. Yes, please, he invites.
No, you tell him, No. Inside, you say.
He listens. Good boy. He leaves your pussy long enough to tear off his shirt and pull down his jeans (depriving you of the pleasure of disrobing him). He is smooth, and firm, and throbbing. He enters you. He fills you, touching the core of your desire. He pumps firmly, but slow, his pubic bone stimulating your clit till you think it will erupt in fire and madness. His member pierces the want you have had since you first laid eyes on his sculpted body. He breathes into your neck. Yes, yes, yes you think, and his already firm erection gets harder as the convulsions begin.
His back bleeds as your nails dig into it, and his cock finds a knot of frustration so deep in you that you hadn’t realized it was there.
An earth-shattering silence overtakes you as your pussy and that knot within sing a blissful, ancient song. There is an explosion, and your toes and fingers and Noah on top of you feel it. It overcomes you, and the rest of the world is gone.
There is peace.
The world comes back, slowly. The day is still hot. Noah’s eyes pierce yours, with love. Today, you both understand, marks the beginning of the finest summer either of you will ever know.