I smiled sadly, looking at the angry little Noah. He looked like such a brat, and I could only imagine how much of a handful he was. He grinned at me.
“I was a great kid,” he said.
“You look like you were really easy.”
He shut the album, stood up, and slipped it back into the bookcase. I watched him, confused about the moment, confused why he was showing it to me. He sat back down next to me and took my hand.
“Noah...” I said, looking away.
“Just listen. I wanted to show that to you. I don’t care what happens from here on out, but it felt important that you saw her. It feels important that you’re making this movie about Miss H. And I just wanted to thank you for doing that.”
I looked back at him, surprised by his sincerity and the intensity in his gaze. He smiled back sadly and shrugged.
“I know you’re trying to help me, dots,” he said.
Before he could go on, I squeezed his hand hard and leaned forward, crushing his mouth with mine. It was impulsive and stupid but I wanted him more than anything in that moment, and couldn’t stop myself. For half a second, he didn’t react, but quickly his arms were wrapped around my body and his clean, grassy taste flooded my mouth. We kissed like that for a few minutes, until he softly pushed me back onto the bed.
“Noah,” I gasped. His body covered mine, heavy and strong, as he began to kiss my neck. I felt the rush of excitement hit me, and his hard dick pressed against my crotch as he ground himself against me. I left out a soft moan as his soft, practiced lips kissed along my neck and ear, then found my lips again, filling my mouth with his tongue.
I knew what I wanted in that moment, and didn’t care about what had happened before. Everything dropped from my mind, the drama between our parents, his disappearance, his drugs, my insecurity, everything. There was only his perfect, sculpted body and my pent-up need for him.
His lean body slipped back and upwards, and he pulled his shirt off, revealing this tattooed chest and sculpted abs. He grinned down at me as I stared at him, and then I shifted my weight, moving him off of me. He sat back, supporting himself with is arms, as I got up and onto my knees, pulling my own shirt off.
“Fuck, Linda, I missed you,” he grunted at me. I crawled toward him and smothered his mouth with mine, kissing him hard. I bit his lip and he grunted, pulling my hair softly as an answer. Smiling, I began to kiss down his muscled chest, lingering on his abs, as I unbuttoned his pants.
He helped me slide them down and I pulled them off his feet, tossing them onto the floor. His dick was pressing hard against his thin white cotton briefs, and I leaned back over him, rubbing his length with one hand.
“I’ve been thinking about your body for weeks,” he groaned.
“Oh yeah?” I whispered in his ear. “What do you want to do to it?”
Before he could respond, I pulled back, slipping his underwear down, revealing his nice, thick cock. I grabbed its base and slipped it into my mouth, eliciting a long moan from him.
“Fuck, Linda,” he grunted. “I want to lick your sweet clit until your legs shake.”
I sucked his tip hard, letting saliva soak his skin, as I slowly slid him into my mouth and throat. I sucked tight and rough, running it in and out of my mouth, my full lips wrapped firm, my tongue working along his length.
“I want to fill every inch of you. Fuck, keep doing that,” he said.
I began to work him with my free hand, jerking his dick as I sucked him. He groaned again as I slipped it as far as I could into my throat, and I felt his abs tense and his hands press against my hair.
“God I love your perfect fucking lips around my dick,” he groaned.
Finally, I pulled back, taking a deep breath and looking up at him with a smile as my hand continued to slide up and down his wet shaft.
“What else do you want?” I asked.
He moved forward suddenly, fast, and pushed me backwards onto the bed. I landed on my back and he was on top of me, unbuttoning my pants and ripping them off my body. I could feel how soaked I was already as his hungry mouth began to kiss around my thighs.
“I want to taste your soaked body,” he said as he slipped my panties off.
“Who said I’m soaked?” I answered.
He only grinned and began to lick my length, bottom to top, concentrating on my soaked and swollen clit. His tongue and lips worked my spot hard and fast. I moaned loudly, completely taken off guard, and I grabbed onto the comforter as my body tensed. The pleasured rolled through me in waves.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned and he reached up to grab my breasts, softly massaging them as he continued to work my spot, licking and sucking.
I thought I felt an orgasm coming on, and I reached down to grab his hair, not wanting to come yet. I pulled, and he looked up at me, his eyes fierce.