Michael & Noelle

"S*x Sounds"

MATURE CONTENT 17+ 

MICHAEL’S POV

“Michael?”

I spin around to find Noelle with her shorts to her ankles.

I quickly find her eyes, trying to figure where this was heading . . .  what was she doing?

“Noelle -,”

“Hush,” she saunters towards me, placing a single finger on my lips, “take off my shirt.”

My eyes widen as she takes my hands and rests them on her waist.

I wrap my fingers around her shirt, lifting it off her body, and exposing her chest. I could already feel myself grow with lust.

“Noelle, are you –,”

She takes my hand and rests them onto her chest, and my knees felt week.

“What’re you afraid of, Michael?”

I let out a shaky breath, “it’s been a while.”

“Well . . . same here.”

She gently touches my chin, leading my lips to hers. We kiss tenderly, and I wrap my hands around her leg lifting her so that she was wrapped around my waist.

As Noelle moans into my mouth, taking her hand and running her fingers through my scalp. I groan in response, walking towards the bathroom. After pushing the door open, I place her onto the bathroom counter.

We pull away for a second, and she peels off my shirt, leaving me exposed.

“Oh . . . wow,” I felt like my body was on fire under her gaze, and when she reached out to run a hand over my stomach . . . f**k.

I try to steady my breathing as she looks up at me, her eyes locking with mine. She runs her hand lower and lower, until she could palm my d**k.

I shut my eyes, praying that I wouldn’t embarrass myself, but Noelle was absolutely stunning. She stared at me, her eyes hooded, and all I could think about was how good she would taste.

I realized that in order to deem myself worthy, I would have to take charge . . . I would have to dominate.

“Is this what you want,” I ask her, my hands trailing from her breasts, to her neck. I tighten my grip around it, and her eye widen. Her lips grow into a slow smile, as she nods.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you . . . “ she breathes, “I want you to f**k me, hard  . . . to do anything you want with my body . . . please.”

Shit, where the hell was the Noelle I knew?

The lady said what he wanted, and now, I just had to give it to her. With a hand on her neck, and I use the other to roughly rip her bra from her chest. She gasps in surprising, covering her breast with her arms.

“Remove them,” I demand, and her lips part. She reluctantly uncovers her breasts, and I gulp, my d*ick growing with need.

“You’re just so perfect,” I mutter, stepping away. I help her off the counter, and lead her into the bathroom. After taking off my own pants, I slip in with her, and turn the tap.

Warm water flows onto our body, and I corner her into the wall, locking my lips on her neck. Noelle’s hand rubs across my back, as she moans softly, and I let my hand grip her naked breasts.

Her body twitches at my touch, and as I take her n****e between my fingers, her heart rate quickens against my chest.

“Lift your leg.”

“What?”

“Put your leg on the wall,” Noelle’s hesitant, and I wondered where the bold side of her went. Maybe she was a bit insecure about her body, but that would be ridiculous, she looked like a f*****g goddess.

As I got down on my knee, I could see her stomach rise and fall with each breath that she took, I rub my thumb in circles against the wet fabric of her panties, and watch as she rests her head back onto the tiles.

I push her panties to the side, and take her wet folds into my mouth. She jerks in response, and I grab her thigh to keep her in place.

“f**k,” she whispers under her breath, and that was all the motivation I needed to suck on her swollen c**t. Her moans fill the air as her hands drift into my hair.

Noelle tasted exactly as I imagined, it was enticing. I take a finger and slowly glide it into her core, and her fingers tight grip my hair.

“Michael,” she whimpers, driving me wild as I pump my finger into her while my tongue slips and slide all over her soaked p*ssy.

A few minutes later she was grinding against my tongue, her moans loud and uncontrolled.

“I’m gonna c*m,” she breathes, trying to pull away.

I lick faster, sucking now and then and I knew that pretty soon I would have to hold her up. Her body jerks with need, as she lets out a cry of pleasure.

I stand, bringing my finger onto my lip and sucking her juices off of it as she watches. She bites her lips before turning off the tap, and pulling me back into the room. She pushes my wet body onto my dry sheet, and I could car eels.

My d**k stood with utter excitement as she climbed on top, a hand on my chest.

This was just too much for me.

Her soft breasts hanging freely, her clouded eyes looking down at me and then her warm p*ssy wrapping around my stiff member.

I shut my eyes in bliss, gripping her waist as she lowers herself onto me. Noelle starts off slow, lifting herself impressively against the length of my d**k. That alone was enough to have me holding back my c*m. But when she gets more comfortable, she begins bouncing a bit faster, her hands still pressed into my chest.

All I could do was stare at her in awe, my lips parted as she moans softly, pleasuring herself once again. I realized that she was getting tired, so I moved my hands towards her ass to give her a boost, helping her lift and drop herself.

That was the worst mistake I’ve ever made. A few seconds later, I’m begging her to get up. She’s devious though, she bounces faster, lowering herself near my neck and using her ass to do all of the work.

Involuntary groans escape my lips, “c*m,” she whispers, and that’s all it took.

I couldn’t get her off me fast enough, and she laughs while plopping onto the other side of my bed while I struggle to find something to wipe me off with.

She lays across my bed, naked, a malicious smile on her face.

“So you think this is funny, right?”

“What? Of course not, you having an o****m in less than 10 minutes isn’t hilarious.”

“I see.”

I couldn’t go down as bad as I did, so I recollected myself before crawling back onto the bed. Noelle lets out a cute giggle as I crawl over her.

Her hand stretches to cup my cheek, “do you think we’re moving to fast?”

I tilt my head at her, “do you?”

She ponders for a second, before shaking her head, “no.”

“Then we aren’t.”

I lower my head to peck her lips with a kiss, and she deepens it. Of course, I lived for this. I absolutely loved it. The taste of the lips, her smell, her hands, her skin, everything was just . . . perfect.

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Once we concluded our session, I let her freshen up while I take a quick shower myself in my separate bathroom. I wanted to give her some space. A month ago, Noelle was a stranger being attacked in my store. A persistent one too.

I always wondered what life would be like if she hadn’t kept pushing. What would I be doing right now?

Today she asked the question, “are we moving too fast?”

And although I said no, it got me thinking, what did she think too fast was? What did she want for her future, does it align with mine.

Our relationship was getting a lot more serious, and now we were having s*x.

I had reservations for my future, and I knew she was a bit on the uncertain side so I wanted to make sure that we were on the same page before we ended up disappointing each other.

After my shower, I pad into my kitchen with my towel, and some low riding sweatpants.

She seemed to still be collecting herself, so I decided to order some food, and put on something to watch.

“I borrowed one of your hoodies again.”

Noelle sauntered into the living room after finding me, and I can’t help but smile at the sight of her in my hoodie.

“You look better in them that I do, no worries.”

I help her onto the chair, and into my arms.

“I ordered us Chinese, I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I just bought numerous items on the menu.”

“Did you order fried rice?”

“I did,”

“Then we’re good.”

She settles into my chest, and lets out a breath of content. She didn’t seem to be interested in the show much, in fact she looked like she was about to sleep.

“Hey,” I nudge, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” Her voice is muffled by my chest.

“What’re your . . . expectations of me?”

Noelle pauses, before sitting up.

“What do you mean?”

“Like . . . for the future . . .do you want to get married . . . have kids . . .”

“Uh – yeah,” she says, and my heart drops into my stomach, “don’t you?”

“Not . . . really,” I watch as her face morphs from confusion to disappointment, and I suddenly felt like I should’ve kept my mouth closed.

“Like . . . in the near future or ?”

“If I’m being completely honest, having kids is not something I’d ever want. And being married doesn’t sound any better.”

“So you wait until after we’ve had s*x to tell me that?”

“What difference does it make? Would you not have s*x with me if I told you that previously?”

“I don’t know,” she stands, “but at least I’d be aware.”

I didn’t know how to reply, so I remained quiet and let her process it without interrupting.

“This was a bad idea,” she says before taking off towards my room, and I quickly walk behind her.

“Noelle – what’re you doing?”

“I should get home, I have things to do.”

“Like what?”

“That isn’t any of your business,” I watch as she grabs her stuff and shoves them into her bag.

“You’re seriously going to leave.”

“Yup,” she throws her bag over her shoulder, and stares at me as I block the doorway.

“Why? What did I say that was so upsetting?”

“You don’t want to get married or have kids, ever? Why didn’t you say that on our first, second, third, fourth, or fifth date? We spoke about the future so many times. Now that we’ve had s*x you’re telling me you don’t want any children. It just seems weird, and manipulative.”

“I assure you that that wasn’t my intention, honestly,” I hold out my hands, choosing my words carefully, “after s*x, it dawned on me just how serious we were getting and I should’ve mentioned it sooner but – I – I don’t know. I didn’t want to lead you on any further if this was a deal breaker.”

Noelle continues to stare me down, “is it?”

“I don’t know,” she sighs, “but right now, I’m upset and I’d like to go home.”

Guilt and disappointment filled my stomach to the point where I wanted to throw up. I step aside to let her pass only because I didn’t want her to see how . . . bad . . . I felt.

“Let me take you home?”

“Honestly, Michael, I’ll just grab an uber. I’m not . . . mad at you. I would just like some space.”

She gets on her tippy toes to place a soft kiss on my cheek before leaving me standing in my hallway.