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 orgasm 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 clitoris and cock driving deep.
“Fuck, 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 tits. Your face. Your cunt. Goddamned 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 fucking.”
“I…like…fucking,” 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, orgasming 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 cock 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.
He burrowed his face into my hair and pulled me deeper into his arms, murmuring a sleepy, “Sorry, baby, I don’t get it.”
“All of the parts that make you, I cherish,” I explained. Vaguely I felt his warm, languid body go solid all around me. “It’s only when you’re being bloody-minded that I tell myself I don’t. But I cherish that too, because it’s you.”
I finished by finding one of his wrists at my midriff, wrapping my fingers around it and giving it a squeeze.
Promptly after accomplishing that, I fell fast asleep with Noc’s body still solid behind me, his arms holding me tight.
Chapter Fifteen
Dashboard Lights
Noc
“What does this do?”
“It counts how many steps you take and you can input what you’ve eaten, what exercise you’ve done, how much water you’ve drunk, and it tracks how far you’ve walked, how many calories you’ve burned, how long you’ve been active, things like that.”
Complete silence.
Then.
“And what does this do?”
“Uh, well…it’s a scale.”
“A scale?”
“A scale.”
“What sort of scale?”
A different kind of silence, then…
“You step on it and it tells you how much you weigh.”
“Why would you need to know that?”
“Um…”
Noc was having trouble not busting a gut laughing.
He really should intervene. The sales guy at the phone store probably made squat. He didn’t need two parallel universe women asking him a million questions.
Though, Josette was the one asking the questions. Frannie was standing tucked close to his side, her arm around his waist, his arm around her shoulders, being quiet and watching her girl take in her new world and doing it with a sweet, sexy smile on her face.
From what he’d experienced since taking Franka to Valentine’s so she could change clothes and get ready for the day, then taking both her and Josette out for beignets, Noc knew the guy was in for it. But it was so hilarious, and Josette was having so much fun, he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.
He’d learned that day when she’d cried out in Café du Monde, “By the goddess Hermia, there are Maroovians everywhere! Isn’t it divine?” that Josette was into black dudes seeing as, as far as Noc could tell while in their world, people from Maroo (as well as some from Keenhak) were black.
And the sales guy was a good-looking black dude.
Another reason Noc didn’t intervene.
Though, after realizing she was attracted to black guys, he’d spent some time in the car explaining political correctness to help her out in not putting her foot in it. He just had to hope Josette took it in from her place in the back with her nose pressed to the window and her mouth hanging open.