Fantasyland: Midnight Soul Part 63

As I had been, time and again, repeatedly, while Noc spent what felt like ages taking me in a heady variety of positions, some of them I didn't know existed.

And as he took me, touching me, kissing me, nibbling, biting, licking, suckling, thrusting inside me, he brought me to the precipice of climax.

And then he'd pull out, whip my body into a new position and start all over again.

This time, I was on my back, Noc between my legs.

But he'd pulled out and was hooking me behind my knee. He lifted that leg across the front of his body, forcing it to the other side. He found the back of my other knee and bent that in line so both legs were angled the same, inner thighs pressed together, the outside of one leg pushed to the bed, but my hips were twisted to the side, my a.r.s.e and p.u.s.s.y offered to him.

I caught his gaze as I tried to catch my breath.

He imprisoned my gaze while his other hand wrapped around his c.o.c.k, he found me and drove inside.

My lips parted, my eyes closed and my neck arched.

"Look at me," he grunted, thrusting deep.

I forced my eyes to open and again found his.

"Twist at the waist, Frannie, hands over your head, press them against the headboard. I wanna watch you move with me."

I didn't hesitate even a moment to adhere to this command.

His eyes dropped to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s that were surging with each plunge.

"f.u.c.k yeah," he groaned, putting a hand in the bed at the small of my back, arm straight, giving him leverage, as he removed his other arm from the backs of my knees and shoved his hand between my legs, finding my sensitive nub.

I lifted my top knee higher to give him better access and my entire body spasmed.

"Noc," I gasped, my back arcing, the pleasure rippling over me, driving me down into his thrusts.

"Whose c.o.c.k are you taking?" he asked.

"Yours," I forced out.

He drove home and ground inside.

I whimpered.

"Whose?" he demanded to know.

I stared into his striking face, which was now harsh with pleasure, and knew the answer.

"Mine," I whispered, beginning to tremble not only with what he was doing to me but the force of his meaning.

He started thrusting again.

"Whose p.u.s.s.y is this?" he bit out.

"Yours, darling. It's yours," I gasped, my trembling turning to tremors.

"f.u.c.k yeah, it's mine."

"My love, I need to climax," I begged and only vaguely watched something fierce, frightening and exquisite brand itself into his features.

"Say that again," he ordered.

"I need to climax," I repeated.

He bent at the elbow so he was closer to me, not interrupting his thrusts but adding pressure with his fingers between my legs.

"All of it," he growled. "Repeat all of it, Franka."

"My love, I need to-"

"That's it," he grunted, driving deep, circling hard, the pleasure overtook me, lifting my back from the bed, forcing my head into the pillows, his name a pant of bliss through my lips. "Yeah," I heard him groan. "Yeah, Frannie." He sank in fully and whispered, "Yeah," as I felt his body strain into me and the deep, intoxicating sigh of his release.

After the sensations chased themselves away, I relaxed into the bed, opening my eyes and watching Noc as he lifted his head, which had fallen after his o.r.g.a.s.m, and he gazed at me as he stroked inside, tender and sweet before he pulled out.

And then I watched as he moved down.

He bent to my hip, touching his lips to it. Along my outer thigh, halfway to my knee, another lip touch, and onward, to the side of my knee for another one.

He s.h.i.+fted and I continued to watch as he gently pulled his hand from between my legs where he'd been cupping my s.e.x in an intimate touch since my climax. He rested it on my knees, keeping me twisted sideways in the bed, but he brushed his lips along the side of my torso. Up, to my ribcage. Around, to between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Then his weight was pressing into my hips as he looked into my eyes, his somnolent, sated-such beauty-and he said quietly, "Do not move an inch, Frannie."

"Your wish is my command, darling."

A blaze of something I couldn't quite decipher flared in his eyes before he gave me a tender grin, dropped his head again to kiss me between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he retraced his path along my body before he left the bed to go to the privy attached to his bedchamber.

I would know why he didn't wish me to move when he returned, extinguished the light on the nightstand behind me and then entered the bed, fitting himself at a curve to my length at the back. Pressing into me to reach a long arm to the light in front of me, he put that out, then pulled the covers up over us and settled in, an arm around my belly, snuggling me closer.

But he said nothing.

He just held me and he did it close.

I felt his warmth. His strength. His affection for me. All of this simply lying on our sides, his arm around me.

"Thank you for a lovely first day in your world, Noc," I said.

"My pleasure, sweetheart," he replied.

"Dinner was delicious," I shared.

"Yeah, I got that, seein' as you didn't say s.h.i.+t to me until you cleaned your plate. Thought, when you got done, you were gonna pick it up and lick it."

I did, actually, have that urge. Fortunately, I was able to quell it.

I didn't respond to his commentary as it was slightly vexing and I was in no mood to be vexed.

Instead, I said, "Thank you for being so kind and patient with Josette."

"Not hard," he told me. "She's sweet and funny and you mean the world to her."

I had a feeling it was the last part that caused Noc to show her his generosity of kindness and patience.

On this thought, I wondered how I had lived the life I had and in the end it led me to Noc.

I desired an answer to that question at the same time I thought it best not to question it.

No.

I should, just to experience it. Nurture it.

Revel in it.

Noc pressed closer. "What's on your mind?"

"What makes you think something's on my mind?" I asked.

"'Cause we had four hours of sleep last night, a busy day today, I just came hard, gave it to you harder, and you said you were tired before we even hit my house. And now you don't sound it, don't act it and you don't feel it," he said his last with a squeeze of my middle.

"Cora told me police in this world were quite intuitive," I mumbled, wondering if that boded well or ill for me and thinking, in most instances, it would be the latter.

"We are," he confirmed. "Though I'm not a cop anymore, but in ways I'll never shake, once a cop, always a cop."

I stared into the dark a moment before turning in his hold.

He s.h.i.+fted his position to allow me to do this but he did it keeping me in the curve of his arm.

"You told me Valentine was going to get you a position with this city's guard," I said.

"She was."

I was shocked at what I read this to mean.

"And you've decided, with the treasure bestowed on you in my world, to be a man of leisure?"

I was shocked at this idea because the Noctorno Hawthornes of both worlds were no men of leisure. So much not, I couldn't credit it, wondered at it and was troubled by it, the last in regards to it possibly having something to do with me.

"No," Noc replied. "With that I paid my way eating and drinking through four countries in your world, bought twelve cases of wine in Fleuridia, my new Suburban and this house, which, with the reno on it and the neighborhood it's in, wasn't cheap. But I put the bulk of it away because I've learned in life s.h.i.+t can happen and it does, without fail, so you gotta be prepared. A good way to be prepared is have more than a million dollars' worth of gold illegally converted into cash, which is then illegally invested in foreign investments that, if I take any out, I'll get back in cash so the IRS won't cotton on I took a trip to a parallel universe that made me a millionaire, an explanation they won't buy. This means I gotta keep that windfall on the down low in order to avoid a prison sentence, because no matter how smart you think you are, the IRS will catch you. And I actually did earn that treasure in a parallel universe, but they won't believe that and since I don't have an explanation they will believe, I gotta break the law."

I had opened my mouth to ask but I didn't need to bother, Noc answered me.

"And the IRS is the department in the government you pay taxes to, sugarlips. They frown on anyone not doing that and they get pretty nasty when that happens."

"Tax collectors in my world are much the same," I shared.

"I bet," he muttered.

"Although I will take this opportunity to note I'm delighted to hear that you acquired so much Fleuridian wine, your explanation does not negate my question."

"Sorry, Frannie, what I'm sayin' is, that money is not gonna be used so I can be a man of leisure." I could hear he found something about that amusing but he didn't explain what that was as he continued talking. "I decided not to take a job with the 'city guard,' but instead work for a private firm that pays more, is more flexible with hours and will hopefully offer an interesting caseload that's not like I'm used to so I'll be doing something different, all of this giving me a needed change of pace."

"And this is desired by you?" I queried.

"I didn't know it was until Valentine gave me the option, but from what the guys who own the firm told me about what they do, it is." I heard his head move on the pillow as I felt him dip his face closer to mine and his voice was rea.s.suring when he continued, "It's good, sweetheart. It's what I want. I'm lookin' forward to it."

"Well, then that's fine," I replied.

"Glad you're down with it," he muttered with amus.e.m.e.nt.

I was down with it but only because he was.

"Now," I carried on, "I'd like to know, when you said, 's.h.i.+t can happen' and then stated it does, 'without fail,' what, precisely, you mean."

His reply was instantaneous.

"Your parents abused you, probably in terms of mental and emotional abuse, since birth, but the physical s.h.i.+t hit at age five. The only mom I knew got cancer, fought it hard, and died anyway. Your boyfriend was kidnapped by witches and tortured to death. Your world almost was taken over by evil forces. During an investigation, I hooked up with an other-world woman who eventually led me to her this-world twin, someone I connected with, meaning I got roped into helping save your world. What, precisely, I mean is that s.h.i.+t can happen, crazy s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t that's in-f.u.c.king-sane, and it does. Without fail."

This could not be argued.

That said, I had a curious feeling he was not sharing all with me.

I looked into his shadowed face, and due to the hour, the mood, and our location, decided that perhaps now was not the time to press that.

He'd said everything that was his was mine to have. He was Noc, therefore I believed him.

But that didn't mean I needed to demand everything from him immediately.

"Are you tired?" I asked.

Another smile in his answer of "Baby, wasn't ten minutes ago, you can't have forgotten I did all the work."

Well!

"This is correct," I retorted. "I also have not forgotten that you did all the work regardless of my attempts to, at first, share that endeavor, and then later beg you to stop doing all the work and provide me with what you were working toward."

"Yeah," he murmured warmly. "I didn't forget that either." He tilted in and touched his mouth to mine where he said, "You beg real pretty, sweetheart."

Blast, but he had a talent for t.i.tillation mingled with vexation.

However, it was the first part that made me involuntarily press my body into his.

In response, Noc drifted his hand down my spine and cupped the cheek of my bottom with it, saying, "You gotta let your man get some rest, sugarlips. Then he'll give you what you want and be able to do it the way you like it."

"I was not requesting more, Noc," I returned.