We immediately bent our heads together.
“He tastes…I don’t know, does it seem odd when I say he tastes like, well, like…man?”
How delicious.
“It most assuredly does not,” I replied.
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” she breathed.
My eyes slid to the kitchen when I shared, “I know precisely what you mean.”
She let out a giggle before she strangled it.
I took her hand, my body shaking.
I couldn’t hold it back. Laughter burst forth.
And to my utter delight…
Circe’s followed.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Excuses
Franka
Early the next morning, a gods-awful racket sounded, jerking me from my slumber as dread set in that that sound could only herald the end of our world.
I shot bolt upright in bed.
As abruptly as it started, the sound stopped, and I turned fearful eyes to Noc to see him stretched toward his nightstand, touching the clock there that I’d learned was illuminated by a magic known as “electricity.”
“By the gods, darling, what on earth was that?” I asked.
He rolled back to me, looked at my face and grinned a heavy-eyed grin before he curled up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down and rolling me to my back with his weight on me.
“It’s an alarm, Frannie,” he answered.
“I could tell that. Why was it sounding?”
“To wake me up. I gotta get ready for work and before I go in to do that, I gotta drop you at Valentine’s.”
This alarm contraption was clearly another amenity of this world and a needed one considering Noc did not have servants to wake him at the appropriate time.
Which gave rise to questions about how the servants in my past had woken at the appropriate time in order to do the same for me.
“Babe.”
I moved my focus from my thoughts to him.
His lids were still heavy with sleep but the look in his eyes was not sleepy in the slightest.
“Fuckin’ you first,” he declared, his head descending. “Start the day right.”
Oh yes. That would indeed start the day right. I knew this as a fact since Noc was a man and men on the whole tended to wish to start any day as such. It was just that Noc was the kind of man who did not wish something to happen, he made it happen.
He did so every morning and it absolutely started each day right.
This he set about doing right then and I would learn that prior to his going to his place of employment he would need to see to both our pleasures in limited time.
Noc had skill with this and it wasn’t the first time he’d demonstrated that to me.
However, it was the first time he’d situated my legs up his chest, my ankles to his shoulders, his hands in the bed for power and control, his eyes devouring me, his body positioned so my eyes could do the same.
This they did.
Deliciously.
“Fingers to your tit and clit, baby, wanna watch you help me take you there,” he growled his order, pulling out half way and circling while I positioned my hands as I’d been told.
His gaze dropped to them and he pulled out to the tip before he surged in and stayed.
My.
So lovely.
As lovely as it was, I needed more.
From Noc, I always needed more.
“Please move, darling,” I breathed.
“Pull at your nipple,” he demanded.
I gave him what he wished at the same time giving myself a bolt of beauty from breast to womb. The latter convulsed and I heard his grunt as it did. I dug my ankles into his shoulders uncontrollably.
I had more difficulty focusing on him when I repeated on a gasp, “Please, darling, move.”
He did as asked, going faster now and putting all his weight into one hand so his other could cover mine, his fingers over mine at my nipple, squeezing and pulling.
He needed do no more.
I ground into his strokes, my back arching, my lips parting and it quickly overwhelmed me, doing what Noc always made it do, consuming me.
“Keep at your clit, keep coming, baby,” Noc grunted, still driving deep and forcing my play at my nipple with his fingers.
“Noc,” I pushed out, continuing to toss on the waves of the climax he was giving me.
He made my fingers twist my nipple while he pulled and kept thrusting.
“Don’t stop coming,” he groaned.
“I…won’t,” I promised because I wasn’t.
I’d climax forever for him, if he wished, and do it gladly.
“Fuck,” he bit off. “Fuck,” he rasped.
He pulled my hand from my breast, forced his torso through my legs so they slid off his chest and he landed on me, burying his shaft deep and letting me watch the glorious spectacle from up close as his head snapped back and his own pleasure consumed him.
I rounded him with my limbs, twitching gently with the aftershocks and then stroking him through his.
When they’d left him, he dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me.
After he’d lifted his head, he asked quietly, “You wanna snooze while I shower and do your thing after I drop you at Valentine’s or you wanna get ready with me?”
“You’ll be away from me for the first time in this world that’ll last any amount of time, my dearest, heralding this being how it will continue to be. What do think I want to do?”
His face grew warm as he cupped my cheek in his palm and ran his thumb along my cheekbone.
“If that’s what you want, we gotta get a move on, sweetheart.”
I nodded.
Noc kissed me again.
After, we got a move on.
* * * * *
Early that evening, I nearly sprang from my seat in exaltation as, finally, after at least an hour of doing everything in my power to call it up, a vision formed in my crystal ball.