“Look at me,” he grunted, thrusting deep.
I forced my eyes to open and again found his.
“Twist at the waist, Frannie, hands over your head, press them against the headboard. I wanna watch you move with me.”
I didn’t hesitate even a moment to adhere to this command.
His eyes dropped to my breasts that were surging with each plunge.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, putting a hand in the bed at the small of my back, arm straight, giving him leverage, as he removed his other arm from the backs of my knees and shoved his hand between my legs, finding my sensitive nub.
I lifted my top knee higher to give him better access and my entire body spasmed.
“Noc,” I gasped, my back arcing, the pleasure rippling over me, driving me down into his thrusts.
“Whose cock are you taking?” he asked.
“Yours,” I forced out.
He drove home and ground inside.
I whimpered.
“Whose?” he demanded to know.
I stared into his striking face, which was now harsh with pleasure, and knew the answer.
“Mine,” I whispered, beginning to tremble not only with what he was doing to me but the force of his meaning.
He started thrusting again.
“Whose pussy is this?” he bit out.
“Yours, darling. It’s yours,” I gasped, my trembling turning to tremors.
“Fuck yeah, it’s mine.”
“My love, I need to climax,” I begged and only vaguely watched something fierce, frightening and exquisite brand itself into his features.
“Say that again,” he ordered.
“I need to climax,” I repeated.
He bent at the elbow so he was closer to me, not interrupting his thrusts but adding pressure with his fingers between my legs.
“All of it,” he growled. “Repeat all of it, Franka.”
“My love, I need to—”
“That’s it,” he grunted, driving deep, circling hard, the pleasure overtook me, lifting my back from the bed, forcing my head into the pillows, his name a pant of bliss through my lips. “Yeah,” I heard him groan. “Yeah, Frannie.” He sank in fully and whispered, “Yeah,” as I felt his body strain into me and the deep, intoxicating sigh of his release.
After the sensations chased themselves away, I relaxed into the bed, opening my eyes and watching Noc as he lifted his head, which had fallen after his orgasm, and he gazed at me as he stroked inside, tender and sweet before he pulled out.
And then I watched as he moved down.
He bent to my hip, touching his lips to it. Along my outer thigh, halfway to my knee, another lip touch, and onward, to the side of my knee for another one.
He shifted and I continued to watch as he gently pulled his hand from between my legs where he’d been cupping my sex in an intimate touch since my climax. He rested it on my knees, keeping me twisted sideways in the bed, but he brushed his lips along the side of my torso. Up, to my ribcage. Around, to between my breasts.
Then his weight was pressing into my hips as he looked into my eyes, his somnolent, sated—such beauty—and he said quietly, “Do not move an inch, Frannie.”
“Your wish is my command, darling.”
A blaze of something I couldn’t quite decipher flared in his eyes before he gave me a tender grin, dropped his head again to kiss me between my breasts and he retraced his path along my body before he left the bed to go to the privy attached to his bedchamber.
I would know why he didn’t wish me to move when he returned, extinguished the light on the nightstand behind me and then entered the bed, fitting himself at a curve to my length at the back. Pressing into me to reach a long arm to the light in front of me, he put that out, then pulled the covers up over us and settled in, an arm around my belly, snuggling me closer.
But he said nothing.
He just held me and he did it close.
I felt his warmth. His strength. His affection for me. All of this simply lying on our sides, his arm around me.
“Thank you for a lovely first day in your world, Noc,” I said.
“My pleasure, sweetheart,” he replied.
“Dinner was delicious,” I shared.
“Yeah, I got that, seein’ as you didn’t say shit to me until you cleaned your plate. Thought, when you got done, you were gonna pick it up and lick it.”
I did, actually, have that urge. Fortunately, I was able to quell it.
I didn’t respond to his commentary as it was slightly vexing and I was in no mood to be vexed.
Instead, I said, “Thank you for being so kind and patient with Josette.”
“Not hard,” he told me. “She’s sweet and funny and you mean the world to her.”
I had a feeling it was the last part that caused Noc to show her his generosity of kindness and patience.
On this thought, I wondered how I had lived the life I had and in the end it led me to Noc.
I desired an answer to that question at the same time I thought it best not to question it.
No.
I should, just to experience it. Nurture it.
Revel in it.
Noc pressed closer. “What’s on your mind?”
“What makes you think something’s on my mind?” I asked.
“’Cause we had four hours of sleep last night, a busy day today, I just came hard, gave it to you harder, and you said you were tired before we even hit my house. And now you don’t sound it, don’t act it and you don’t feel it,” he said his last with a squeeze of my middle.
“Cora told me police in this world were quite intuitive,” I mumbled, wondering if that boded well or ill for me and thinking, in most instances, it would be the latter.