Angela

She’d just finished putting Cooper down after his late-night feeding session and was gulping down a glass of deliciously cold apple juice when her phone buzzed.

Noah: Um, don’t freak out.

Her mind immediately started freaking out.

Angela: That’s like saying don’t think of a pink elephant. You immediately do what you’re told not to do. What am I not freaking out about even though I’m actually freaking out?

Noah: At this.

Her phone buzzed with his answer and a second later there was a gentle knock at the door.

She looked up in shock. He was here. Now. And she was…in a robe. Angela whirled to look behind her at the closet and her clothes. Then she looked at the phone and then back to the front door. There was no time to get changed. He was here. Now.

Pulling the robe tight around herself, she went and opened the door, knowing full well what she was likely getting herself into by doing so. It was just after midnight and he was knocking on her door. Memories of how she’d felt after he’d kissed her came bubbling up to the surface, eliciting reactions from her breasts and between her legs.

Oh, it had been so long.

Her hand reached out and paused on the lock. If she flicked it open, there was no turning back. She was opening herself up to him, and whatever else might happen when a sexy man showed up at her door while she was wearing nothing but a robe, her body furiously telling her that it had been nearly fifteen months since she’d last had sex, and that she deserved it after nine months of pregnancy, labor, and then five months of single-mom life.

The lock opened almost magically as she thought about it in those terms. Noah stood framed in the door, his blue eyes wide and focused on her. She couldn’t make out the color in the darkness, but she knew what they looked like. They were so vibrant they’d practically etched an image of themselves into her brain at this point. His muscles were flexed, his arms stiff with tension, and she could almost see the energy buzzing off of him.

“I didn’t think I was seeing you until tomorrow afternoon,” she said breathlessly.

“Me neither,” he replied huskily, his voice thick and deep. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

His eyes roamed freely over her body as he spoke, drawing shivers from her and hardening the tips of her breasts until she thought they might poke right through the thick robe.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, reaching out and pulling him inside, closing the door behind him to keep in the warmth. “Not anymore.”

“Are you positive?” he asked, his tone making it clear he didn’t want to ask it, but felt obligated to give her one last chance at backing out.

Her eyes roamed over the tight-fitting shirt and the way it strained to contain his muscles, exposing part of a tattoo that ran up the right bicep and disappeared underneath the shirt.

“Yeah, I’m positive,” she said, wishing she felt as confident as she sounded. It wasn’t a matter of whether she wanted it or not. That part was a no-brainer. But she still had to actually do it. Or him. Whatever. The fact was, what if she wasn’t good enough for him? What if he didn’t like being with her? Those questions rose up and swirled around her like a vortex.

Noah silenced those and more when he took one step toward her, slipped an arm around her waist, and lifted her up from the floor. Legs automatically wrapped around his waist and her hands grabbed the back of his head, both to hold her up and to pull his face to hers as they kissed.

It was just as good as the first time she remembered it. Heat blasted her as it rose from him in waves, and she gasped as the air became warm. Noah took that as a good sign and buried his face in her neck, his lips finding all the most sensitive spots along her skin, slipping over the bumps on her collarbone and then returning to her neck where his teeth sunk in, enough to cause a bit of pain but not break the skin. She shivered and arched her back, pressing her breasts toward him.

He used his free hand to slide under her robe and begin to massage and caress her breasts, his fingers sliding gently over her nipples with ease. The robe came loose and fell away as his arm forced it open wider, and her chest was suddenly bared.

A hungry growl escaped his mouth and he fastened his lips around the pointed ends of first one and then the other, drawing more sounds from her. God he was good. Not too rough, not too gentle, and never lingering in one area too long lest it get oversensitive. He kissed his way back up her sternum and found her mouth once more.

Suddenly they were on the floor, her back pressed into the area rug that was in front of the television. Noah spread her arms wide, taking the robe with it as he admired her body.

“You look damn good for just having given birth,” he rumbled, his eyes drinking in every inch of her exposed skin, leaving her feeling vulnerable and…alive.

There was no other way to describe it. Noah didn’t seem to care that she wasn’t slim and fit, that her frame had little in the way of curves to it, more of a square, blocky thing with some muscle on it. She was no weightlifter or even close, but it was just the way her body had always gone. Her breasts were there, they existed and she could get cleavage out of them. They weren’t particularly perky, but then again, they weren’t saggy either.

She’d never be a supermodel, but that didn’t seem to matter to Noah. His face was the most open book she’d ever read, and all she could see in it was arousal. The ripped shifter, who could have had any woman he desired, had eyes only for her, and those eyes liked what they saw. No, she decided as he slid between her legs, they loved what they saw.

Her. She was turning him on. The bulge in his pants was obvious even from this angle, and she couldn’t wait to rip his pants free and show him how turned on he made her.

His tongue made contact, and suddenly Angela decided that yes, yes she could in fact wait. That it wouldn’t be a hardship at all. His touch was soft and warm, moving slowly as he tasted her, getting her used to him. He looked up as he did, making all sorts of pleased noises. The fact that he wasn’t being silent, but instead showing how much fun he was having turned her on immensely. Suddenly Angela understood why guys liked it so much when girls moaned and such sucking them off. It was fucking hot. She grabbed his head and pulled him against her, signaling that she wanted it harder.

Noah obliged and she began to buck and moan as the pleasure built between her legs, the pressure growing and growing until she could take it no longer.

“Faster,” she panted. “I’m so close. Please.”

She half-expected him to tease her, to prolong her “suffering,” but he didn’t. His tongue sped up and pressed a little harder, touching her just the way she needed right then. Her climax came quickly and she shivered in pleasure, her body too overwhelmed to even spasm properly.

Angela whimpered and cried out as her brain and pleasure receptors were assaulted with wave after wave of her orgasm, but that was all she could do. Noah never slowed and she tried to close her legs to make him stop, but he didn’t. He kept going, with a lighter touch but still fast. Angela began to shake and suddenly she knew she was going to climax again.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop, Noah. Oh my God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Holy shit. That feels so good. I’m so close. You’re going to make me—”

Her mouth flew open in an O-shape as she went over the edge for a second time in as many minutes. This time her back arched and then slammed back into the ground. She held onto her breasts tightly as she did, enjoying the extra sensations as she twisted and squirmed. This time Noah slowed to a stop, but he didn’t release her, holding her tight to him as she eventually came to a quivering halt, struggling to draw in breath, her eyes squeezed tight.

Gentle kisses began to work their way up the inside of her waist, then over her ribs, circling around the hardened tip of her breasts, across her chest, and then her neck before he found her mouth. She never once opened her eyes as he made his way back to her.

She relished the feeling of his skin under her fingertips, noting that at some point he’d lost his shirt, though she couldn’t recall when. There was a momentary pause and some awkward movement and then she felt him come to lie on top of her. Now he was completely devoid of clothing. The press of his hardness wasn’t something she could ignore either. It was…rather noticeable.

“I want you,” she whispered, kissing across the stubble of his cheek before saying it into his ear, following it up with a tug on his earlobe that surprised her when it drew a groan from him.

“How badly?” he growled, and she felt him line up the tip of him with her, felt it push aside the swollen skin of her opening until it was inside.

“Can’t you feel it?” she said, pushing her hips forward, letting the wetness inside of her do the talking. She could feel it, and the hiss of aroused surprise as he felt it too was all the answer she needed.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised, and it was her turn to gasp. She’d thought he was already partially inside her.

She was wrong. Very wrong. Muscles protested as he entered, forced to stretch to accommodate his girth. She’d known he was big, but it was one thing to see it or feel it pressed against her. But taking him inside of her was something else entirely. A hand slipped between them and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, purely out of curiosity as he continued to push himself inside, inch by inch.

It hurt, but not enough to make her stop. She’d given birth to a child. She could handle him, even as big as he was. It would just take some getting used to. In the meantime she contented herself with kissing him, his face and his neck, tasting the warmth of his skin. She cried out softly into the crook between his neck and shoulder as he thrust the last little way, his hips coming to a rest against hers.

She shook slightly and held him there, needing almost a minute to be able to handle him.

“Slowly,” she admonished as he withdrew. She would be able to handle him much better the next time around, but this was also the first time since…well, since she’d gotten pregnant that she’d had sex. That meant also the first time since she’d given birth to Cooper.

She was a little out of practice. A grin split her face. Somehow, she suspected Noah was going to help whip her into shape.

“What’s that look for?” he asked, his voice coming from just in front of her closed eyelids.

Angela idly wondered if she perhaps had a fantasy about being blindfolded, but the sudden addition of several inches between her legs distracted her, forcing her to cry out.

“That,” she answered, trembling. “That’s what the grin was for. Do that again,” she said, using her hips to urge him into action.

Noah didn’t use words, but he did do as she wanted. His thrusts became regular. He had a habit of withdrawing until he was almost completely out of her, only to tease her bit by bit as he re-entered her. This resulted in much begging and pleading from Angela, which only seemed to drive Noah wild with desire.

Her fingernails dug deep into his back as he built up speed, though he stopped well short of anything rough. That wasn’t what either of them needed today. Their motions were slower, more exaggerated. They learned the curves of each other’s bodies, the little things that each of them enjoyed, and what they didn’t. There was no rush, and before long she had enough of an idea about his likes and dislikes to begin acting upon them, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Eventually she hooked one leg under him and forced Noah to roll onto his back. With both hands placed on his chest, she ground her hips forward and back against him. In response, he lifted himself off the ground in a slight arch, ensuring she got all of him deep within her. They continued like this until she felt him swell. He was close now.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” she told him. “I’m good. Trust me. I want this.” She leaned down for just a moment. “Please.”

Then she straightened up and moved her hips faster. Noah couldn’t hold on and she saw the muscles tighten across his body. Internally she could feel him swell, and this time it didn’t back down. He was going to finish.

She cried out his name as he began to pump himself inside of her, filling her with warmth that indicated she’d given him the ultimate pleasure. A tingle made its way down her spine as she thought to herself that this was only the first of many times she’d do this to him. It also didn’t escape her that she would benefit from it as well.

Leaning down, she squeezed herself internally as hard as she could, earning a pair of rapidly rising eyebrows follow by another groan of delight. She kissed him softly, enjoying being able to simply lie on his broad, powerful chest as they relaxed into the post-sex high that came rushing over them.

At some point she fell asleep, even though in the morning she couldn’t remember when, or how, she’d ended up tucked into the blankets in the bed.