I loved the filling of his big, hard, warm cock in my mouth. It was actually pretty comforting. I pulled back a bit and worked his shaft with my hand as I sucked the rest, making sure to massage his balls with my other hand. I would have liked to be able to cup them, but they were just too big for both of them to fit into my hand.
As I worked his cock, my ass facing toward him, Noah carefully lifted the bottom of my sweatshirt and, pulling my panties aside, started fingering me from behind. Plunging first one finger and then two deep into my wet, aching, little pussy. My soft, pink, pussy lips hugged his fingers in greeting as he started to lovingly work my clit until I was on the edge of orgasm.
We came at the same time. Noah unloading into my mouth as I quivered against him, his fingers still deep inside me.
“Your turn,” Noah said.
Gently removing my sweatshirt and panties, he lay me out on my back. Starting at my neck, he worked his way down my trembling body towards my desperate little pussy. I opened my legs in welcome as Noah got down to my pelvis. He didn’t lick at first. That wasn’t really his style. He was a lot more thorough than that. Instead, he kissed his way down my pelvis, continuing down one thigh to my knee and then back up the other, working from my knee to my pussy. He continued to smother the outside with kisses, making me moan and clutch the back of his head, sure that if he stopped, I just might die.
He didn’t stop though, his soft kisses turning to long, lingering, loving licks along the length of my pussy, making me melt with pleasure, every muscle relaxing at once. Picking up speed, Noah gently parted my lower lips with his fingers and licked along the inside, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue at each pass. This brought out a near animal moan from deep in my lungs that might have scared me had I not been making it.
Certain I was ready, Noah slipped two fingers inside of me, working my pussy as he rotated his tongue in a hard, circular motion right on my clit, making me want to scream. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from scaring my neighbors, tears of joy running down my cheeks like tiny waterfalls.
Kissing his way back up my body, we made out passionately as he held me.
After a moment, Noah’s hand found its way back down to my pussy and, hey wadda ya know, his fingers ended up back inside me.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Would you like me on top?” he asked.
“Okay,” I said, unsure but willing to try.
Turning me onto my back, Noah got on top of me, kissing me as he did so. I was a bit scared but excited too. Gently spreading my legs, Noah stroked the head of his cock against my tender pussy lips before pushing his head up inside me. I grabbed onto him and wrapping my legs around him as he started to move.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered.
Damn right, it was! He had his cock all the way inside me, hitting my g-spot, the position adding to the pressure. I actually started to cry from happiness.
Noah kissed away my tears and then nuzzled my neck as he deftly fucked me, moving his huge cock in my tight little pussy, giving me more pleasure than I’d ever had before.
I came within minutes, not shaking like I usually did but almost going paralyzed, every muscle in my body locking at once. Noah stopped and waited for me to recover.
“You okay?” he asked when I started to relax.
“Y-y-yes,” I stammered, my jaw not quite co-operating.
“I’m gonna pull out, okay?”
“O-okay,” I said.
Ever so gently, Noah pulled his huge cock from my tight little pussy, gently massaging me after he did so. Moving back beside me, I turned onto my side, and Noah spooned me, kissing the back of my neck.
I didn’t sleep a wink that night.
Noah breathed deeply beside me, occasionally flinching with dreams.
I just kept replaying our conversation over and over in my mind. I had said I was falling for him. Noah had said that he wanted things to be real, but did he really mean that? I couldn’t be sure, even with his apology for leaving before. There was no commitment for the future from him, just hopes. I needed something more than hopes.
If we were just fake fiancés, I couldn’t stand the fact that after the event, we would go back to being strangers. I was his fake fiancée, no matter how close we got or how many times we had sex. I was awake all night running that through my head as Noah slept like a baby.