He’s already walking towards you, and suddenly you notice how little you’re wearing. So much skin exposed. “Has he ever seen me like this”, you wonder. Your heart races as he comes to you and wraps you in his arms.
“It’s good to see you,” he says.
His warmth envelops you, and your sweat bleeds into his. His scent is one in which you would gladly drown. You feel his cock press against your navel.
He pulls away from the hug.
You wait in silence, staring in his eyes. Wondering if he knows you’re single now. Wanting to know if he really came just to say hello, wanting to know if he’d been wise to your infatuation all this time. Your eyes scream with vulnerability. He sees it. You’ve given him power. It’s a power you’ve wanted to give him for so, so long. The new power burns in Noah, and you see he wants you. Badly.
You realize now that you are very, very wet.
“I can smell you,” Noah whispers.
“Oh, Noah, I…”
But before you can say any more, he presses into you and puts his mouth on yours. You return the kiss. It’s deep and urgent. He knows well how to use his tongue, and you grind into him.
Noah pulls off your top, and as he leads you to the reclining lawn chair, he gropes your breasts firmly, but not sloppily. It feels fantastic, and now you’re flat on your back on the chair, and Noah’s fingers have torn away your bikini bottoms. A rush of air on your most sensitive area, and then…
His mouth is exploring your inner thighs, licking and kissing and sucking. An occasional bite that hurts, a bit, but not unpleasantly.
Might a neighbor be looking over the fence, or spying from a second story bedroom? In this moment, you have decided, you don’t give a flying fuck.
His tongue gently travels from near one side of, then above, then to the other side of your clit. He lets out a warm breath that makes you quiver. He explores the outside of your delicate, sensitive flower that has gone untouched by another for so many months, refusing to lick your clit or the inside of your cunt. He inhales through his nose and enjoys your sweet fragrance, so much so that he lets out a gentle moan, which is a deep, loving hum that vibrates your pussy infuriatingly. That hum is your new favorite sound.
I might die, you think. I might die if he doesn’t kiss me there right now. I am going to die in absolute misery. He uses both hands to grab your ass. You let out a moan, you curl your toes, are absolutely positive you are about to DIE, and then, thank heaven above, he kisses the softest, most sensitive place between your legs, and you cry in happiness.