9 ~ Steffi

Noah leads me into my apartment and straight through to my bedroom. He releases my hand, tells me to stand in the middle of the room while he closes the curtains and pulls back the comforter on my bed. The lamp on the side table throws a creamy light across the room.

“What now? Should I undress?” I’m nervous, excited and hoping with all my might that this won’t become another flop. We’re risking a lot here. We’re friends, colleagues, and no matter which way this goes, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other on an almost daily basis.

“Stay just like that. I don’t want you to do anything beyond taking long, deep breaths.”

“Noah, I’m having second thoughts,” I blurt out. He nods, watching me, cerulean blue eyes steady, not leaving my face. “What if this fails?” I add.

“What if it doesn’t?”

“Yeah, well, that would be awesome … I think.”

“Me too.”

He steps behind me and I’m surprised when he takes my ponytail in his hand. There’s a subtle tightening on my scalp. His mouth is by my ear. “Let’s warm you up,” he says, tipping my head to the side. With his free hand he reaches in front of me to undo a couple of buttons on my shirt, tugging it down until my shoulder is bare. He trails soft kisses and licks from my ear, down my neck, across my shoulder, and back up again. It’s better than anything I’ve dreamed of. His mouth continues along the top of my spine, and back across my shoulder. The press of his lips grows harder, punctuated with grazes of his teeth and sharp nips.

In no time my body is alive with the sensations Noah creates with his mouth, and the way he controls my head, tilting it one way, holding it still, shifting it back so that my throat’s exposed. I feel trapped and adored at the same time.

His hand slides from my waist and cups the underneath of my breast. I expect a squeeze or a pinch, but there’s nothing beyond his firm hold. My nipples ache for his touch, but the big thing I can’t believe is what’s going on between my legs. I’m wet. I feel it when I squeeze my thighs together.

Noah’s hand releases my breast and slides down my stomach. With a simple flick, the button on my jeans is open and the zipper is lowered. He pushes my jeans below my hips and his hand covers my mound. Together, we groan. Noah adds pressure, squeezing, and my knees buckle. I didn’t think that happened in real life.

“This is a lovely, hot, wet pussy, Steffi. Making you come is barely even a challenge for me.” His voice is rough in my ear. Suddenly, he releases my ponytail and removes his hand from between my thighs, turning me in a swift move.

“Why did you stop?” I gasp.

“I haven’t started yet. That was a warm-up, remember?”

He’s unbuttoning my shirt, and he’s fast. Before I can get my mind straight, my shirt and bra are off, and he’s dragging my jeans and panties down my thighs. He taps my foot, telling me to step out, and just like that, I’m completely naked. His eyes sweep up and down my body, and he gives me the most delicious grin.

“That was quick.” I can’t believe I’m already naked.

“It’s a little trick. I don’t want you imagining what’s coming next, or having second thoughts. Stay in the moment. You, Steffi, are stunning,” he says, backing me towards the bed.

My legs hit the edge and I sprawl backwards, giggling. Noah plants his hands firmly on my ankles, placing my feet on the bed with my legs open. My hand shoots between my thighs, covering my pussy. I can’t stop laughing—nerves, I suppose—and I try to roll over, but fail.

Noah waits calmly while I compose myself, but he still has a firm grip on my ankles. My breathing finally returns to normal. “Sorry about that,” I say.

Noah’s gaze slips to my hand that shields my pussy. “Do you intend to do this yourself?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I’m feeling rather exposed. Especially as you’re fully clothed.”

“We’re not here for me. We’re here for you. Come on, move your hand.” He places his hand over mine. “Or, we can do it together.”

I ease my hand away from beneath his but not before noticing my pussy is distinctly wet and ready for whatever it is he has planned. As he parts my lips I watch his face. It’s a look I’ve not seen before. One of pure lust.

“You’re beautiful. So wet, so ready for this,” he says, one finger dragging lightly through my cleft.

A shot of pleasure fires through me when he brushes my clit. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. No wonder people go crazy for sex. This is heaven, and I haven’t even got off yet.

“Your pussy is beautiful, Steffi. It’s pink, and swollen, and dripping with arousal.”

His finger is at my entrance and I can feel how slippery it is by the way it glides over my skin. I rock towards him because I want that finger inside me. Noah responds with a tight grip on my hip that pins me firmly against the bed.

“Don’t move.” His voice has this sexy, rough edge and I contemplate disobeying him just to hear it again. But then his finger brushes my clit again and this time I’m not going anywhere. I intend to just lie here and melt, or explode, maybe both. Fuck! This is amazing. I’m panting already. Noah notices and tells me to slow my breathing.

“Take long, deep breaths. Suck the air in all the way to your core and imagine it causing the same sensations inside you that you’re feeling when I stroke you.”

It sounds crazy, but I do as he suggests and, hell, the intensity doubles.

“How’s it going here?” One finger slides inside me, while his thumb strokes downward over my clit.

“Fucking amazing,” I gasp. I feel like I’m floating on some sort of cloud. It’s trippy, and weird, and awesome. Is this why people take drugs?

“Look at me,” he says.

I open my eyes and tumble right into his gaze because he’s watching me as though he’s just discovered the eighth wonder of the world. His chin lifts slightly right as I feel extra pressure at my entrance. In slides a second finger. My legs are trembling and my head tips back as I get used to this new feeling of fullness. I say his name.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft now, his fingers curling inside me, and I moan when he finds some previously undiscovered part of my anatomy.

“That’s amazing. Don’t stop doing that. Right there. That thing you’re doing… do it until the world ends.” Every word I say is delivered on a long groan.

He chuckles. “I think you’re close.”

“Yeah, me too. What do I do?”

“Nothing. Stop trying. You can’t pedal faster or run to this finish line. Focus on whatever it is you’re feeling, and forget everything else.”

I can’t describe what I’m feeling except that there’s this huge ball of tension low in my belly that’s ready to burst. Noah pushes his fingers into me, curls them and drags them out. The motion sends a burst of electricity along a zillion nerves that have lain dormant, waiting their entire life for Noah’s magical touch. I no longer care that I’m the only one naked in this room, or that I’m sprawled on my bed, legs akimbo, riding the doctor’s hand to a climax that builds inside me like some cataclysmic weather event.

“Fuck, Stef, this is the wettest, hottest, tightest pussy I’ve ever touched. Come on, sweetheart, you’re so close. Let go. Come for me.”

That does it. Those words, his perfect touch. I grab his thick wrist, holding him tight against my pussy. If he stopped now, I’d kill him. I call out his name, and a few curses as all those nerves seem to draw together for one final outburst. I feel as though the entire arsenal has detonated. Noah keeps stroking me, as much as he can with the grip I have on his wrist as I ride the pounding waves of my first fucking orgasm. This isn’t some hiccup, or blip, or a “maybe that was it”. This was fireworks and shattered window panes. Finally, the aftershocks decrease and I sink back onto the bed, trying to gather my breath.

“I think I had an orgasm,” I say between gasps.

Noah lies on the bed beside me and gathers me into his arms. He brushes away the hair that’s stuck to my face, and kisses my mouth for the first time. It’s heavenly. His tongue is firm as it strokes mine and, unbelievably, my pussy spasms as I think of what that tongue could do to other parts of me. He breaks the kiss and gives me a trademark broad grin.

“I’m struggling to believe you’ve never been able to climax. You’re so responsive and that took no time at all. You didn’t have to come up with a story like that to get me to play with your pussy. You only had to ask. I’d have happily agreed.” He’s teasing, but his voice is like gravel. I like the way it sounds.

“Nope. It’s true. That was my first time. You broke the drought.”

“Just call me the rainmaker.”

“The desert flooded. The ghost town burst into life.”

We’re both laughing. The awkwardness I was afraid of isn’t there. My leg comes up against the impressive bulge in Noah’s jeans and my libido resets to let’s go again. I want him to fuck me. Just once. I want to know how it feels to have sex with someone my body obviously finds attractive. My brain, too. Not my heart. My heart’s not allowed to go there, but all the other inches of me think Noah is one hundred percent fuckable.

Before I can suggest it, though, Noah scoots down the bed. He’s got my legs open again, kissing the tender flesh inside my thighs. I squeal when he nips me.

“Behave,” he says, before going back to kissing the sensitive area. His tongue ventures further and I hold my breath, waiting for the touch. There it is. He parts the sodden lips of my pussy and licks, from my entrance right up to my clit, and back again.

I throw my head back, close my eyes and sigh. No anxiety this time, just excitement. I know what’s coming. His lips close around my nub and when he sucks, a shiver zips along my spine. Fingers penetrate me, and his mouth continues to do wondrous things to my clit. My awareness shifts to some different place as I hear music, like the string section of an orchestra. An orchestra? My next orgasm comes with a soundtrack?

Noah jerks his head away.

“Noooo,” I say.

“Fuck,” he replies, his hand digging into his back pocket. “That’s the ringtone for an emergency.”

“The hospital has an emergency department. Until our new clinic opens, patients are supposed to go there after hours.” My words fire rapidly over sharp breaths. I don’t want this to stop now.

“It’s the hospital,” he mutters, reading the message. “They’re overrun tonight and short on staff, so they’re asking for help.”

“Libby’s rostered on in that situation.” I know Noah has better experience, but I’m feeling supremely selfish at the moment.

“She’s busy delivering a baby.”

“Damn. Well, I guess that lets her off the hook.”

Noah straddles my hips, leans in and kisses me hard. I can taste myself on him. Sweet and musky.

“Sorry, Stef. Being permanently on call is the reason a relationship with me sucks. Can I borrow your car?”

“Sure. No problem.” I’m doing my best to conceal any disappointment and ignore the comment about relationships.

Noah slips off the bed, takes my hand and pulls me up until I’m sitting. “Hold that orgasm for me. If I get finished early enough I’ll text you and see if you’re awake.” He kisses me again and heads for the door.

“Hey,” I say, stopping him. “You might want to take a moment to wash your face. You kinda smell of me.”

“I guess I should, more’s the pity.”

“And, Noah… thank you.”

He grins. “The pleasure was all mine.”

“Well, technically, it wasn’t really all yours. Most of it was mine.”

“You’ve got a lot to learn,” he says.

“I think you’ll find I’m a diligent student.”