“Perhaps I’ll look into my crystal ball tomorrow, find the Frey of this world. Not,” I added swiftly, “to spy on him or meddle. Simply to assuage my curiosity and, I’m guessing, yours.”
He grinned. “Crystal ball.”
I understood his amusement and returned his grin. “I know. It seems absurd, this being precisely what I thought at first, but it’s most useful.”
Noc had no comment to that.
He had something else on his mind.
“You done with your digestif?” he asked, tipping his head to my glass.
I was not.
And yet I very much was.
But in response to his question, reading the look in his eyes, thus what was on his mind, I lifted my glass slowly, took a sip just as slowly, and removed the glass from my lips at my leisure, all this staring into his eyes and watching them heat as I did so.
When the glass was away, Noc dropped his head again, his nose coming close enough it almost touched mine. Dipping it under and around, his lips so very close, his heated eyes unceasingly peering into my own.
“You like to tease, baby?” he whispered.
“Perhaps,” I whispered back.
It seemed he was moving in to take my mouth, and I held my breath, but just as he got near enough to capture my lips, he retreated, again only a whisper away.
I tipped my head back, wishing to erase that whisper, but Noc changed course, lazily running a phantom trail with his lips along my jaw, my cheekbone and back to my lips, right there, but not there enough.
My heart was beating a swift tattoo, the area between my legs tingling, growing moist, and I swayed slightly into him, wanting to remove even the limited distance we had.
But Noc put his drink down on the counter behind me, his hand spanning my hip and holding me steady.
And away.
I felt his lower lip brush mine but the touch was so light, it was like a dream.
Thus I felt my nipples strain the material confining them, a pleasurable discomfort.
“You tease too,” I accused softly.
“Mm…”
This he murmured as his face got even closer.
But not close enough.
Gods, he was better at this even than me!
And it was marvelous.
I put a hand to his stomach and drifted it up.
“I would very much like you to kiss me, darling,” I requested.
“Yeah,” was all he said as a reply.
“Now,” I demanded, swaying closer, and he allowed the touch of our bodies but didn’t give me his mouth.
“Now?” he asked.
“Now,” I repeated.
He ran the tip of his nose along the flare of my nostril and then adjusted so I could feel the hairs of his brow brush mine.
My breath started to get heavy.
“How much you want my mouth, Frannie?” he asked.
“Quite a bit,” I answered, trailing my hand around his side to his back and up to his shoulder blade, pressing in.
He resisted.
I felt my panties dampen.
“Noc,” I breathed.
“Say please,” he ordered.
My eyes narrowed even as my womb convulsed.
“You’re very bad,” I admonished.
“You think you ask pretty you won’t get your reward?” he inquired.
That was an excellent point.
“Say please,” he urged, giving me the barest trace of his mouth. I sought more, but he denied me. “Say it, baby.”
There was nothing for it.
“Please, Noc,” I pressed my breasts into his chest, “may I have your mouth?” I whispered, and I got my reward from the burn in his eyes even before he gave me my real reward.
“Absolutely,” he growled and then he gave me what I asked for.
I was so attuned to him, I nearly dropped my glass in an effort to clutch him to me the instant I tasted his tongue, forgetting I even held it.
Fortunately, Noc had more presence of mind and before the kiss heated, my glass joined his on the counter.
My arse also joined the glasses on the counter when Noc suddenly yanked up my skirt, lifted me and planted me there, pushing in, forcing my legs open, rounding me tightly in his arms so my intimate parts were pressed to his hardening ones and his mouth devoured mine.
When I was grasping his hair, whimpering down his throat and grinding my hips into his, he lifted his head and looked down at me with eyes ablaze.
“Ready for bed?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I breathed.
Noc grinned.
Then he lifted me off the counter, put me on my feet, yanked down my skirt, took possession of my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen.
* * * * *
“No, please,” I begged.
I was close. So very close.
As I had been, time and again, repeatedly, while Noc spent what felt like ages taking me in a heady variety of positions, some of them I didn’t know existed.
And as he took me, touching me, kissing me, nibbling, biting, licking, suckling, thrusting inside me, he brought me to the precipice of climax.
And then he’d pull out, whip my body into a new position and start all over again.
This time, I was on my back, Noc between my legs.
But he’d pulled out and was hooking me behind my knee. He lifted that leg across the front of his body, forcing it to the other side. He found the back of my other knee and bent that in line so both legs were angled the same, inner thighs pressed together, the outside of one leg pushed to the bed, but my hips were twisted to the side, my arse and pussy offered to him.
I caught his gaze as I tried to catch my breath.
He imprisoned my gaze while his other hand wrapped around his cock, he found me and drove inside.
My lips parted, my eyes closed and my neck arched.