Fantasyland: Midnight Soul Part 73

Fallen for me.

So I figured I could do pretty much anything.

And so I figured I would.

"Frannie."

Noc had made a mistake.

In all our lovemaking, at which he was exceptionally talented, and dominant, he had not yet allowed me to demonstrate the fullness of my skills.

And thus, when I finally got my mouth on him, I was able to do just this.

Needless to say, I was very good at it. And thus, needless to say, Noc had become consumed by it and had thus been unable to bring to fruition his earlier plan.

Even though his voice communicated something very clearly, I was much enjoying what I was doing. The taste of him. The weight of him. The rigidity. Each ridge and vein tantalizing my tongue. Each grunt and groan urging me to move faster, draw deeper. The feel of him straining to hold his control.

"Baby," he gritted, and I lifted my eyes to his from where I lay curled between his widespread legs, his knees up. I felt the wash of wetness at the heart of me witnessing the darkness in his face even as I carried on and he reached out to me, his fingertips skimming my cheek on their journey to glide into my hair and cup the side of my head. "Warning," he finished thickly, in a way it was clear he could not force out more.

I felt my eyes turn lazy (or lazier), did not heed his warning but instead increased my ministrations.

"Right," he bit out and it happened.

Without losing purchase of his c.o.c.k in my mouth, he s.h.i.+fted to his knees, drawing my head up with his hand fisted in my hair so I was no longer curled between his legs but up on my hands and knees.

And then I was no longer in control of pleasuring his shaft.

He was thrusting it into my mouth.

Yes.

Noc.

Dominant.

And divine.

I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling my inner thighs tremble.

"f.u.c.k, s.h.i.+t, f.u.c.k," he grunted, his one hand staying fisted in my hair, his other one cupping my head to a.s.sist in holding me steady. "Take me, Frannie."

Oh, I'd take him. Any way he'd give himself to me.

Including like this.

Especially like this.

I moaned around his c.o.c.k and reached a hand between my legs, my finger just skimming through the wet to where I needed it when Noc forced out, "Unh-unh."

He then pulled out of my mouth, reached down to me, and with a hand at my wrist yanking me up, he cast his other arm around my waist, lifting me so my naked body collided with his own.

With no choice, I rounded him with my legs. When I did, he fell back to his calves, held me to him with his arm at my waist, leaning our bodies and reaching with the other hand to the nightstand.

He opened the drawer so violently the lamp on top tumbled and fell, coins clinked and dropped to the floor, things I didn't know what they were came out of the drawer, all this before Noc straightened us, coming back on his knees and handing me a condom.

"Fast," he growled.

I looked into his eyes, s.h.i.+vered in his hold and nodded my head quickly.

My fingers fumbled but I went fast, finally rolling it on his beautiful shaft successfully. I barely had it to the root before Noc shoved my hand aside, wrapping his around his c.o.c.k.

He found me and drove inside.

I grasped his shoulders as my spine formed an arc, my head falling back. The low moan ripping from my throat, he pummeled me with his thrusts and I did my best to hold on for the ride.

"G.o.d, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, my Frannie, so G.o.dd.a.m.ned hot," Noc rumbled, beginning to lift me and drive me down to meet his lunges.

I righted my head with a snap and lifted my hands to the sides of his neck, gripping him there, my forehead hitting his, my body lurching at his command.

"f.u.c.k me, Noc," I demanded.

"I am, baby," he grunted.

I seized his jaw in both hands, my voice throaty. "f.u.c.k me, my love."

He stared into my eyes. His flaring, burning, blazing, he fell forward so I was on my back in his bed, Noc covering me. With me stationary and Noc able to center all his power at his hips, he f.u.c.ked me.

It took no time at all before I came, dragging my nails down his shoulders, crying out loudly, clenching my legs around his driving hips, lost in Noc. His filling me, claiming me, f.u.c.king me in a way no one could come after him, no one could have me again. I was no one but his, he was no one but mine, destined to be together, connected, balancing...b.l.o.o.d.y...worlds.

I heard it, felt it, the tension, the increased rhythm, the shorter strokes.

My climax began to fade and I opened my eyes just in time to see the beauty of Noc's head slanting back sharply, the veins in his corded neck popping, the quick succession of grunts that led to a low rumble. I watched, fascinated, feeling him pour this beauty inside me, wis.h.i.+ng there was no barrier to keep me from absorbing it, until his head fell and he buried his face in my neck.

I held his weight and stroked him while the tension in his body released, and finally I felt the workings of his mouth at my neck as he rested himself on a forearm in the bed, his other arm curved under me, around me, the fingers idly caressing the skin of my hip.

I turned my lips to his ear. "I want you."

For a brief second, Noc grew still then he lifted his head and looked down at me, smiling.

"Babe, still deep inside you, on top of you, not sure how much more of me you can get," he teased.

I moved a hand to his face, mine, I knew, was serious.

"I hope you feel it as little as me, but even so, I don't like it there. I don't like it between us. When you give me your seed, I want it. Even if it doesn't take root, I want it in my womb. I want it to be a part of me. Thus I need to ask Valentine to return to my world and acquire some pennyrium for me."

Noc said nothing.

But he no longer looked teasing. He was staring at me in a way I could not decipher but it warmed me to my toes.

"Noc," I called when his silence lengthened.

"I wanna go the distance with you."

My body around his tightened and I opened my mouth to speak.

He was not done.

"I wanna make a baby with you."

I clamped my mouth shut.

Noc did not.

"I wanna make as many as we can as long as they know we love each of them with everything we are. I don't give a f.u.c.k if you've got my baby growing in you year after year until your body won't do it anymore." He drew his attention to our continued connection by flexing his hips. "If I could, I'd f.u.c.k you for hours, days, G.o.dd.a.m.ned years, nonstop. I want part of me in you every breath you take. I can't do that so I want it that any time your mind wanders, you think of me inside you however that can be. My c.o.c.k taking you. My c.u.m buried deep. My kid growing in your belly. What that means. What we got. What we made. What we built between us. The fact that I love you so f.u.c.kin' much, I'd commit treason for you. I'd perpetrate crimes for you. I'd go to prison for you. I'd break my back to give you everything you wanted from cutting the d.a.m.ned tomatoes in your salad and pouring you a gla.s.s of wine to wrestling the world into my arms and laying it at your feet."

I lay under him, frozen.

Then I burst into tears.

Loud, obnoxious tears.

Noc pulled out (alas) and rolled us to our sides, gathering me into his arms, holding me close, his hand stroking deep at my back, his other arm tight around my waist as I sobbed against his chest, my body shaking uncontrollably with the power of emotion sweeping through me.

And with deep regret, this happened for a long time.

And with even deeper regret, when it began to subside, I started hiccoughing with the wealth of emotion still needing to be expressed.

I loathed crying.

And worse, hiccoughing.

Ulk.

The mortification.

"So, to end," Noc said, and I kept my face buried in his chest, feeling his voice rumble even as I heard it, "I don't know what this pennyrium stuff is but an easier fix is to get your a.s.s on the Pill so I can be inside you without a condom. In other words, I'm down with that until we decide no birth control is needed and whenever that happens, I'm down with that too."

I tipped my head back and gazed upon him with watery eyes.

"I love you," I whispered.

"Thank f.u.c.k," he whispered back.

"I'll cut tomatoes for you," I shared.

I watched his wavy mouth smile as he stopped stroking my back and tightened both his arms around me.

"No need to make that great a sacrifice, sweetheart," he muttered.

"I have a golden soul," I told him softly.

His arms flexed so powerfully they pushed all the air out of me before it seemed he forced them to relax.

"Yeah you do," he finally replied.

"I have a golden soul," I repeated.

"I know, baby."

"I have a golden soul," I said again, and he opened his mouth to speak but I carried on. "I know this because the G.o.ds in my world and the G.o.d in yours would never tether a soul that was anything less than golden to the perfection that is you."

"f.u.c.k," he growled, rolling me again to my back with him on me.

"I love you, Noc," I breathed as his weight pressed it out of me.

"f.u.c.k," he growled again.

And then he kissed me.

We had need of several condoms that night for our avowals commenced the belated s.e.xual marathon Noc had promised days before.

And dawn was kissing the sky when, exhausted, sated and deliriously happy, I let all my weight settle into the man who lay under me, holding me close, taking my weight, my worries, my demons, my dreams.

The man who showed me my golden soul in a way I knew truly I carried it inside me.

The man who loved me.

The next evening, I stood at the back of Valentine's foyer, arms crossed on my chest, giving my best forbidding stare to the intensely handsome (I had to admit) Glover as he put a hand to the small of Josette's back to start to lead her out the door.

He smiled at me and shared, "She'll be in good hands."

"She better," I retorted, moving forward and catching the door before he could close it so I could continue to glare at them as they moved down Valentine's walk in order to be absolutely certain I'd made my point.

He nodded, his lips now just quirking, and I moved my gaze, my face softening, when Josette looked back and said, "'Night, Frannie."

"Good night, my sweet," I bid.

She looked ahead as Glover moved them both forward.

I knew he did not intend for me to hear it but I had honed exceptional eavesdropping skills in my lifetime so I heard it when he spoke after he had her halfway down the walk.

"Your sister's kinda protective, yeah?" he asked.

"Er, well...we've been through a lot together," Josette replied quietly. "And she loves me."