Single Daddies

Chapter 10

Kylie

Last night, I thought that Noah would come into my room, but after seeing to Richard, he just fell asleep on the chair. I didn't want to wake him. I wanted him to come to me, not for me to hint.

But he never did. Maybe I'm misreading the signals, but I thought that there's still something between us.

As promised, he came back from working on the ranch midday, and we went for our walk. This place is so damn beautiful, part of me doesn't want to leave. I know that Noah won't say no because he needs help with Richard, but I want him to want me.

Every so often, he just stops and looks at Richard, even when he's crying. When I first came, he was acting like the competent dad, but now he kind of looks lost.

We're on the sofa crashing out because we know that we have around four hours before Richard wakes up and needs another feeding.

"Kylie," he says as he looks at me with fire in his eyes. I'm leaning on his shoulder, hoping that this is the moment that I've been waiting for. It's as if he answers my prayers as he takes my head in one hand and pulls me into him.

He captures my lips with his, and I can feel the heat simmering in my stomach as if I've never been kissed before-as if this is my first time. The only offers I get these days are other fading stars who want someone prestigious to hang out with so that they can get recognized again, or other stars who just want to look as if they have other famous friends.

No one's interested in me.

Not like Noah.

His kiss is raw with desire. His hands run through my hair, pulling me closer toward him. It's as if he's trying to make us one. I love the idea that I make him feel this way. It's as if he's been longing for me for so long.

Our tongues dart together, exploring each other's mouths. I don't know why, but he tastes sweet, like strawberries. I quiver and suck in a sharp breath as his fingers begin to work their way up the soft flesh of my thighs, gradually peeling back my skirt. This is the first time since I've been here that I've worn a dress. I hoped that he would notice and say something, but he hasn't said a word. It doesn't matter, because the one thing that I've been craving is happening right now. His other hand slides down my neck and loops inside the shoulder strap of my dress.

"Right now?"

Now, I sound like a mother worried that their child will wake up and need them. Richard's done a number on me. He makes me want to protect him-all the time.

My legs slide into place around his, as my s*x is on alert. It rests near the bulge in his pants, and I don't think about anything anymore other than getting it on with Noah. He presses against me with an urgency that's so hard to ignore.

Noah grips me tightly as he grinds his c**k against me while pulling me in for another kiss. It's so damn intense that it feels overwhelming, as if I might just come here and now.

We've hardly done anything but kiss, yet I want him so badly. I want him right now.

Noah slips the dress from my shoulders. I hold on to my breath as I reveal my body to him. I try not to look in the mirror, and I feel as if he senses that I'm apprehensive about showing my body.

"Kylie, you're so beautiful," he says as he unclasps my bra.

His mouth moves from my head to my toes. I let out a gasp as his tongue makes a velvet pattern across my chest. Noah's an expert when it comes to making me feel as if I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. No man has ever made me feel this way. Noah kisses and licks his way in slow circles, and then he stops before he greedily sucks on my n*****s. Then he starts to tease them with the barest brush of his teeth.

"Yes," I purr as Noah ravishes me. His hands move expertly up the bottom of my skirt, and I know he wants me naked beneath him. He doesn't waste any time as he yanks my panties down and throws them to the side as if they're a piece of trash.

I don't want him to stop. I want to savor every moment, but then there's a hunger inside of us. We've been apart so long, and as he slips his finger in between my legs, he sighs, "You're so damn wet!"

"I've been waiting for this so long. I waited for you last night."

Another finger joins the second as he goes deeper inside my p***y. "Sorry, I was tired, and I didn't know if I had an invitation."

I want to cast the words that I used that night aside. I want him. Long for him. Desire him.

He takes his fingers out of my p***y and then he sucks on them.

"You're as sweet as I remember."

"Just f**k me!"

He doesn't wait any longer as he takes my hips and hoists them up, placing me on my knees next to him with my ass in the air. I'm like a puppet he's controlling, and he owns me right now. He owns everything about me, and I'm surrendering to him as he pulls down his pants and lets them drop to the floor.

Seeing his c**k again is like a dream come true. I used to spend so many nights thinking that I wish I could take back the past and tell him that I wanted him to be mine.

He seizes me and drags me closer to him as he plunges his shaft into my p***y. He buries it into me in one explosive thrust.

"f**k!" he cries out, and I yell as he enters me.

I forgot how big he was, but then as he entered, memories of him filing me enter my mind. It stings as my body adjusts to his c**k.

"s**t, did I hurt you?"

He did, but then with pleasure comes pain, and as he hesitates to enter me again, I know that it'll pass, but the feeling and longing that I have for him won't go away.

"You're so damn tight."

"And you're so big," my voice trembles, "don't stop!"

His c**k is stretching me out, and I moan as I feel all of him inside of me. It's as if the fullness makes my muscles clinch him tighter. I want to savor him. He holds me gently, and then he holds onto my shoulders and yanks me closer.

"I've wanted you for so long, and you said no."

With every thrust he's reliving the moment.

"I wanted you to fight for me. Don't stop, please!" I plead as I think about Noah and all the years that we've been apart. I want him to take my pleasure and for him to own it. I want to be part of his life for always. It's such a tense moment between us as his thrusts and our screams echo through the house.

My orgasm's approaching. I can feel it rising inside of me. I start to shake at the anticipation of it.

"No. Don't."

Then, once again, I feel the emptiness between my legs.

"Don't come, I want to see your face. I want to know what you look like when you come."

He seizes me by the thighs and flips me onto my back. I'm speechless as I lie on the sofa, and I quiver at his touch. I lift up his shirt and pull it over his head. I can see that he's sweating, and he's not the only one. Even the A/C that's blowing in the room can't take away the heat that's rising in our bodies. We should move to the bedroom, have more space, but there's something about Noah looking wild and having his c**k out that just freezes me from doing anything more than whatever he wants to do.

He slowly moves on top of me, and then he's in between my legs. Our eyes are fixed on each other as he slides into me like a hand in a glove.

His mouth moves to start f*****g me with his tongue, and his hand slips in as he starts to stroke my clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel every emotion under the sun happening to me at once. The love that I said that I didn't want and wasn't right to claim feels as if it's the best thing in my life right now. I don't want this feeling to ever end.

"Noah!" I cry, as there's no denying that my climax is taking hold of me. I feel as if I see fireworks as the frustration and the life that I've been leading-a recluse, a loner, miserable, and extremely frustrated-melts away.

Noah's not done. If anything, he's just about to join me as he stops kissing me and just rocks against me. He starts to growl, "f**k, I'm coming!"

And I know that within a few seconds, maybe minutes, he'll be joining me. I feel lifeless as I watch him change from being all-powerful to being weak in a few forceful strokes.

"Wow!"

Noah laughs as he starts to get his breath back. Both of us are panting and laughing about what has just happened.

"Just like at the wedding." He sighs.

"The one that you told me never happened."

"I don't want to talk about the past."

"Neither do I," I agree, and I expect him to move and say that we should go upstairs. Instead, he stays on top of me, and I can feel his limp d**k between my legs. It seems like such a beautiful moment as he kisses me gently and we look at each other. The love that we've denied each other for so long is staring us in the face.

"I even asked Jessica to move in with me."

Wow, I wasn't expecting him to be talking about another girl, while I'm in between his legs.

"I've done so many stupid things just to not want you-to not feel like this."

"Did it work?"

Part of me's tempted to ask him if the stories about him being with all those girls are true? But, I don't want to spoil the moment. That was in the past, and I want to make sure that he's on board. He knows that I want to be with him.

"No, it just made me want you even more."

It sounded so right, hearing him admit that he feels the same way that I do. I'm not sure how long we'll stay in this position, I just know that the mojo that I've lost is coming back to me. I start to think of music as Noah and I hold each other making sweet harmony with our bodies.