His sparkling blue eyes were dark navy blue orbs of desire and passion, consuming her with their intensity.
She was so absorbed by his penetrating gaze, the severe determination reflecting in that focused stare she became lost in her own mind.
All that mattered was the here and now, the feel of his large body surrounding her smaller one, the pressure of his weight almost crushing her, pushing her body deeper to the bed and the mattress underneath.
He disengaged one hand from her clutching fingers and caressed it over her skin, tracing imaginary patterns across the silken surface. Squeezing her breast, rounding her nipple, pinching it between his fingers and offering it to his mouth that eagerly accepted the little morsel and enveloped it. He licked around it, biting slightly, just enough to heighten the pleasure but not enough to really hurt.
He knew just the right amount of pressure to exude to enhance the sensitivity and amplify the experience.
He played her body expertly like a string on a violin with which only a true master could create the uniquely extraordinary melody.
His hand moved smoothly from the arch of her foot, her ankle, up her calves and knee, reaching her thigh when he bent it upward toward her torso, which increased the pressure of his thrusting shaft, making it feel even more massive than it was.
Sophie moaned in delight, her back arching from the bed, pushing her pelvis harder against Noah's.
The slapping sound of their bodies joining together reverberated through the room, completing the music of their moans.
She never wanted this feeling to end, even though it seemed it's been lasting forever.
She sensed it happening, the gathering of electricity, assembling that final charge from every cell in her body, linking together, uniting at the juncture of her core.
The precipice was so near, almost there, she could taste it at the tip of her tongue mating with Noah's.
They shared one breath, one heartbeat, one look that proclaimed her his, and him hers.
And then it happened. She tightened around him, squeezing his cock with almost a death grip, her womb quivering in ecstasy and euphoria. She moaned and shook, clutching to Noah in desperate need, a blissful agony her small body couldn't contain.
He soothed her with softly spoken words, stroked her damp skin with a gentle touch and kissed her cheeks, her closed eyelids, her chin and finally her mouth with a barely there pressure of his lips, delicately gliding over the surface, calming her racing heart, irrevocably tying her soul to his.
When she calmed down his movements quickened, his thrusts deepened and hardened with every inward plunge. Renewing her slowly dissipating quakes of desire. His breathing became uneven, his need apparent.
Her arms enveloped him in a comforting embrace while he chased his own completion. She felt him shudder, push inside her a few more times, harsher than before and then… one final time.
Fluid surged inside her passage with every shake of his body and she realized it was his semen releasing inside of her, which triggered tiny quakes in her as well.
He stayed above her, sagging on top of her with exhaustion, but still somehow holding his body up and preventing his weight to crush her.
He embraced her and turned them so she was lying on top of him while he still remained inside her. She felt him soften slowly and pull out of her channel, dripping fluid between her thighs.
She looked down and saw his semen mixed with her blood flowing out of her. It was smeared on the bed and both their bodies. She hid her head in his chest in embarrassment and felt his body shake in silent laughter.
Noah lifted her chin, making her look at him.
"Sex is messy. And this being your first time, more so. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Or ashamed. Hmm…" He said, smiling softly down at her.
"People who think sex is clean and neat aren't doing it right. And don't know what the Hell they're talking about. Trust me on this okay?" He stroked her cheek with his thumb in a gentle calming caress.
"What just happened. What we shared. Was amazing." He stated in a whisper.
"It was amazing for me too. I just never… never thought it could be like this… So incredible and… and beautiful." Sophie shook her head in amazement. She couldn't believe this actually happened to her.
She had been awakened from a dream that has finally come true and it was even better than she had imagined.
In her wildest dreams she wouldn't have thought how absolutely amazing it could and would be.
And that it was Noah she shared it with.
Sophie felt the bed moving, so she opened her eyes, groaning sleepily along the way. Noah kissed her forehead gently and whispered in her hair. "Get back to sleep. I have to make a few phone calls. I'll make breakfast and wake you when it's ready."
He got up and walked towards the bathroom, completely naked, and unashamed of his naked body. She stared directly at his muscular butt disappearing behind the closing door.
She blushed and hid her face in the pillow. The man had no qualms about showing off his body. And why would he, he was pure delicious perfection. There was not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen, just hard mouthwateringly flawless bulging muscles. And that butt, you could bounce a quarter off that.
She groaned quietly. That just made her more aware of her own imperfections. Yeah, she worked out, grudgingly.
Very grudgingly. As in, she complained every step of the way. But she was very much aware, if she didn't, those sweets she loved more than anything would become a big no no.
And there was no way in Hell she would ever give up her sweets. Could you imagine a world without chocolate?
Blasphemy.
Chocolate strawberry or raspberry cake with vanilla bourbon frosting?
Utter Hell.
Coconut mouse with chocolate Ganache and a hint of vanilla and caramel?
A dark world indeed.
She was a girl who loved to eat. And she wasn't talking about celery. Ugh.
Hence all the softness and the little bulges and crinkles on her body. She supposed all the girls saw imperfections when they looked in the mirror. Sophie's just ran deeper. She was used to seeing flaws other people pointed out.
After a while, even when she distanced herself from them, those voices in her head remained.
She saw herself and she saw someone flawed, someone who could never measure up, someone who always strived for perfection and could never reach it, always falling short by just a margin, always seeking their approval and yet never receiving it.
Always smiling, always positive, always perfect… always just a lie.
People assume, and you let them. She thought. A learned behavior. A survival instinct. An ingrained lesson.
She heard the water stop and waited.
He stepped out of the bathroom in just a towel, his hair still wet, a few droplets falling on his shoulders.
She wanted to lick those off. Her body heated in an instant at the thought. And she tried to cover it.
She burrowed deeper under the blanket, just catching a glimpse of the towel falling to the floor. A deep laugh rumbled through the room and she knew he was laughing at her. Considering what they did through the night she shouldn't have a shy cell in her body and yet she was afraid to look and come face to face, so to speak, with what gave her so much satisfaction and had her careening into utter bliss.
"You can look now. It's safe." He said laughingly. He left and closed the door behind him.
She remained under the covers a few seconds more and then she got up and went to use the bathroom herself. She needed to pee, but more than that, she needed to take a cold shower. Her whole body felt flushed. And she throbbed in places she wasn't even aware of before.
She raided his closet and found his boxer briefs and one of his shirts. She had nothing to wear except a ball gown, which was a little bit too formal for breakfast, not to mention too walk of shame-ish, especially after a night of incredible sex.
Sophie followed the sound of Noah's voice to his kitchen where he was scrambling eggs and baking pancakes.
Wow. She did not see this coming. He looked delectably domesticated behind the stove.
He had on a pair of grey sweats that hung low on his hips, accentuating his perfectly sculpted abs, made only more apparent by the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt.
His flawlessly tanned skin was glistening from the heat of the stove and Sophie felt her body begin to stir anew with a different kind of heat.
The kind that ravaged her body the night before and well into this morning. She blushed slightly at the remembrance of the wanton ways she behaved, but couldn't find any embarrassment in her conduct, her mind at ease by Noah's reassurance.
His phone was on speaker while he cooked and talked business at the same time. He saw her walk in and smiled at her.
"Good morning," he mouthed.
She smiled in return.
Sophie walked towards him and when she was standing next to him behind the counter she asked, "Do you want any help?"
"No that's okay baby, go ahead and sit." He said and poured her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"What?" was heard from the phone.
"Nothing. I wasn't talking to you." Noah answered to the voice on the phone.
"Ah, yes, okay... Anyway, as I was saying…" And the man went on and on and on about some technical specifications that Sophie kind of tuned out and focused on her fluffy pancakes instead.
A portion of eggs was put on her plate next and she looked up and smiled at a smirking Noah. He knew she wasn't listening to a word that was being said.
"Ok. I think the rest you can solve by yourselves. I'm missing breakfast with my girl, so goodbye and don't call me unless it's an emergency. Is that clear?" He said with that commanding tone in his voice that meant "You better be clear or else we're gonna have a big problem, and by we I obviously mean you".
He was a master at that by the sudden silence on the other end of the line.
"Um, yes sir. Of course. We'll handle it."
Noah hung up without saying goodbye, which was a little rude in Sophie's opinion.
"Sorry about that. Some glitches with one of the products we're developing." He said in explanation.
"No problem. I hope it all works out." Sophie responded with a mouthful of eggs. She covered her mouth with her hand.
"Sorry, but these are so good. When did you learn to cook like this?" She asked.
"A guy has to fend for himself. Or else he'd starve. That or only survive on takeout." He shook his head slightly, laughing softly when she pushed half a pancake into her mouth.
"No, actually I have a housekeeper who cooks my meals, but I wanted to feed you myself." He poured her some more orange juice while he drank his coffee.
"Good, I take it?" He asked.
"Mhm. Sooo good."
"To answer your question. I learned in college. There was no mom to cook anymore and my roommates knew less than me. It started as a joke. One of my roommates would, if given a chance, burn water, he was just that hopeless in the kitchen. So we decided to give him cooking lessons as a birthday present, but since we weren't shitty friends, or we were, because we wanted to watch firsthand and record every step of the way, we bought lessons for all of us."
She stopped eating and laughed with him. "How very generous and thoughtful of you."
"Wasn't it though?" He shook his head, still laughing at the memory.
"It turned out great for all of us actually. We took turns cooking and therefore ate more than just takeout and fast food, which was the norm for most college students. As I'm sure you can attest to." He paused for dramatic effect, and that little mischievous twinkle in his eyes indicated there was more to it. His next words confirmed it.
"Plus, it was a way to impress girls." He said grinning.
"Yeah, that was probably the biggest incentive for big strapping guys to put on aprons and attend cooking lessons." She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Boys. Always thinking with their big heads." Sophie smirked.
He leaned across the counter, catching her hand. "So true. Want me to demonstrate?"
Sophie's breath hitched at the look of pure fire in his eyes. She licked her lips and those blue orbs zeroed on it immediately, darkening further.
He walked around the counter, still holding her hand. Before she even had a chance to react she was in his arms and he was headed for the bedroom.