3rd Person
"Woah Dixie, you scared me and what?" He asked.
"What exactly are we, Noah? I'm sorry, but I can't keep going around in circles with you. Just be honest about something once in a while," she begged.
He knew she was right as it was a serious conversation. He was well aware that there was no turning back. She deserved to be known and adored in public.
He asked, "Do you love me, Dixie?" She was irritated by this because she assumed Noah already knew.
"No, I don't love you Noah, I'm fucking in love with you," she replied, her voice raspy. He knew he deserved this tone, yet he couldn't help himself. She was head over heels in love with Noah.
"Ask me why I asked," he exclaimed vehemently. Dixie had reached the pinnacle of her aggravation with Noah. His unusual behavior had irritated her.
"What the fu-," she began, but Noah interrupted her.
"Ask me why I asked," he said again, this time with a stronger tone.
"Why did you ask?"
"There's a proverb that goes, we fall in love with a far more mystical person in mysterious ways," he explained.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Noah?" she questioned, baffled.
"Listen for once," he continued, pacing around the room, "do you remember that question you asked me back in Italy when we went on the beach date?" he said.
"I don't re-," she hesitated, and the thought returned to her. "I asked you if you've ever been in love," she added, her voice becoming huskier with each word she spoke.
He asked, "What was my response?"
"Tell me if you're not going to answer my fucking question. I don't have time to waste." Dixie was getting angry. He looked to be going in circles at this point.
"Answer the fucking question," he demanded, his voice rising in pitch. "I didn't ask you to do all of this just to avoid making a point," he explained.
"You said you've only been in love once."
"Dixie. I'm in love with you, and we can be anything you desire. It's your world, and I'm merely a person involved. Your person. I want to give you everything there is to offer in this world. Take you on a journey around the world. I want to put babies in you, marry you, start a family with you, and make love to you."
"Noah I-," she struggled to say. Her tears streamed down her cheeks. She wasn't sure what she was expecting him to say, but it wasn't all of this.
"So yea, Ms. D'Amelio, I do love you," he smiled as he approached her.
"Why'd you take so long to say it?"
He sighed. "I didn't have the words. I knew I did, but I was trying to downplay it and time caught up with me," he answered.
"Any chance of making me Mrs. Beck soon?" she joked as he drew her into an embrace.
"Certainly," he replied.
Their lips clashed, setting off fireworks as her eyes continued to pool water. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and it had finally arrived. Everything was out of this world.
"Now, Ms. D'Amelio, let me show you how much I love you," he murmured seductively. They walked upstairs with a smile on her face as she said this.
Dixie
His kiss was believable. He didn't have to go any further, but I was desperate for it. I needed both the pleasure and the pain. He kissed me and held me, and I let it happen. I didn't just 'allow' myself enjoy it; I enjoyed it. Noah's lips were firm and powerful, directing my actions in the direction they desired. Mine, on the other hand, were only too happy to comply.
Noah was gentler than I had anticipated, but if there was one thing I knew about this man, it was that he was never certain of his decisions. His grip weakened as our kissing intensified. As if comprehending this was a different kind of grasp, one that was just as strong. His arms offered me complete freedom to explore and enjoy myself. His scratchy facial stubble and high, haughty cheekbones. His ear has a lovely curvature. As I nibbled into his fleshy lobe, his head arched back.
As inexorably as a moan, one movement led to the next. Our body did all the talking as we moved together, which I appreciated.
Noah didn't atop; he didn't allow me the opportunity to do so. There was no pause in this, only action— enjoying it. As a result, Noah kissed his way down the front of my shirt, down my front. As my fingers raked through his hair, clutched and grabbed, and claimed, he took his time. There was just time and patience here. His suckling of my nipple over my shirt made me groan and demand a shaking.
That was the first time he took a breath and smiled. His eyes shone with a ferocity I'd never seen before, and it spurred me on; it made me reckless. As he went on to the next breast, tormenting it with his teeth and tongue, I tightened my grip on his hair. The whole of me was swaying drowsily, with a damp fluttering below.
"Noah," I grumbled and laughed.
He looked up at me and asked, "Yeah?"
"I wan- fuck." He bit my breast firmly, causing me to shriek and ignoring my assertion.
He took my nipples back into his lips and murmured, "Continue."
I giggled, "I want head." This was a strange thing for me to say because I've never had a strong wanting of him to eat my pussy, but that's all I could think of right now.
He growled and glared at me, saying, "Patience baby."
At this point, Noah was unavoidably nearing. His hands traced the path of his mouth, the line of my waist, and the shape of my lips. They didn't go any further once they arrived at their goal. My entire body shook. Noah has no intention of doing so. He has a habit of indirectly punishing me by moving uncomfortably slowly. He was well aware of my need for him in that specific place, but he refused to give in.
His lips sank into my belly button, kissing me just there, then lowering. His fingers and lips fluttered down together, dragging my simple cotton pants down and twirling around the wet hole. It was absolute magic when the mouth and clit first connected. A groan escaped my lips.
"Yes, yes right there," I moaned as I clutched his hair.
The sensation of his finger sliding into me and his mouth moving on me was pure liquid joy for me. His scratchy stubble alternated with his lapping soft mouth to drive me insane with pleasure. He lapped at me, onto my trembling thighs, ripping out more groans from me.
And there's that pulsing finger in the middle of it all. It plunged in and out, further and deeper, till I was twisted and gasping and his mouth was back on my clit. His tongue whirled around in circles, causing my legs to flail and me to thrash. I was teetering on the precipice and gasping in pain. This was one of the finest feelings I'd ever experienced.
My release exploded through me, and I was trembling, shaking, and sobbing out in joy in his arms. As everything slipped away to darkness, Noah kissed and held me. Tonight he was passionate, but I needed more. I desired to be in pain.
"Please, Noah," I pleaded. I couldn't go any longer without any pain.
"Tell me what you want?" he urged, his fist wrapping my hair in a bun.
"Hurt me. Hit me. Something, please," I pleaded.
He unexpectedly slammed into me and gripped my throat with the demand. His domain had returned, and I was overjoyed. In a matter of minutes, he went from making love to fucking me, and I couldn't get enough of it. With every movement, he crashed into me, smashing and bruising my walls. Nothing else mattered but love, our love. He placed me in every position I had no idea existed. This was the happiest night of my life, and I'll never forget it.
"I love you, sir," I murmured, tiredly.
"Ms. Damelio, I love you."