you had reassured lars so many times that you still loved him to pieces regardless, that the lack of sex didn’t change anything about your relationship. he believed you, of course. he believed you when you told him that you could take care of yourself, that a couple of toys and your hands could get the job done.

lars had convinced himself that everything was fine, that this dynamic worked. to which he was right, it did work, but only for a while that is. the moment everything began to fall apart was when he asked you to attend church with him for the first time.

lars knew you loved to dress up, you didn’t have a single casual outfit in your wardrobe. lacy, backless dress, mini skirts, micro shorts, six inch heels, fur coats, boots, purses, the whole nine yards. you never stepped outside without looking like you could grace the cover of vogue. but that was an issue.

the “my girlfriend is too hot for church” issue.

lars had spent weeks building this perfect image in his head. he truly believed that his quiet, devout nature and your high-fashion, glamorous presence were the perfect counterbalance. the saint and the siren. he loved how you looked; he worshipped the way you could turn a simple sidewalk into a runway. but as the sunday morning of your first official visit approached, the anxiety began to gnaw at him.

he’d been so good. oh, dear lord, he’d been so damn good. but the thoughts won’t leave his head, he can’t bring himself to stop having that dream. it was the same damn dream, over and over again, and tonight was no different.

in the dim light of your room, lars tossed and turned in bed, his breath coming out in short, sharp gasps as the dream played out again.

he suddenly finds himself alone with you. you’re in a confessional booth with no exit, and it’s so vivid he can almost smell the candles the nuns usually lit. you’re on your knees, like always, between his legs, looking up at him with those pretty eyes, slowly stroking his cock. “it’s okay, baby.” you’re voice would call out, “god forgives you.” you coo.

lars bolted upright in bed, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. he was drenched in a cold sweat, his chest heaving. the echo of those whispered words still ringing in his ears, “god forgives you..." he let out a shuddering moan, burying his face in his hands.

his pulse thrummed in his throat. it was always the same, the velvet darkness of the confessional, the smell of molten beeswax, your manicured fingers wrapped around him. and that voice, sweet and sinful, promising forgiveness while committing a sin. he squeezed his eyes shut, but the image burned behind his eyelids anyway. his pants felt too tight.

his hand instinctively reaching down to clutch at the fabric of his pyjama pants. lars felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, a crushing weight in his chest that clashed with the heat pooling in his gut. he was supposed a man of faith, yet here he was, haunted by the most erotic, blasphemous visions of the woman he loved.

lars kicked the blankets off, his skin feeling too hot. he couldn't lay next to you with those images burned into his mind. he swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, burying his face in his hands, his elbows digging into his knees. he needed to pray.

all of the tossing, the turning and the loud breathing eventually woke you up. your eyes fluttered open in the darkness, adjusting slowly. you could make out lars’ silhouette at the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched, his head bowed in what looked like defeat. the sound of his ragged breathing filled the room a rhythm that made your stomach clench.

you sat up slowly, the mattress dipping under your weight. “lars?" you whispered, your voice thick with sleep and concern.

the moment your voice cut through the darkness, he froze. the sound of his breathing seemed to get louder, the his voice came out barely above a whisper, “i’m fine."

you immediately recognize that as a lie. you slide out from the messy sheets, your silk slip sliding up your thighs. you crawl across the mattress on your knees, moving like something ethereal. good god, lars had to look away.

you reached him, immediately wrapping your arms around his broad, trembling shoulders, pressing your chest against his back. lars practically melted the second your arms wrapped around him, your soft body pressing flush against his rigid spine. he dropped his head forward, burying his face in his hands, overwhelmed instantly.

holding you felt like worship.

you didn't let him pull away. you tightened your grip, your fingers gently kneading his shoulders while you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the nape of his neck. you could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. “you’re not fine, baby," you murmured, your voice a low vibration against his skin.

lars let his head fall back against your shoulder, his shoulders slumping fully as he gave into your embrace. his hands came up to clutch at your arms, fingers digging into the soft skin there like he was trying to anchor himself. “i keep having..." he started, his voice cracking. "i keep having these... thoughts," he whispered, his voice breaking. "and they're so wrong. so wrong!” he turned his head slightly, pressing his forehead against your cheek as if seeking solace in your touch alone could absolve him of his sins.

your lips trail from his neck to his jaw, then his ear, leaving soft soothing kisses. "tell me," you breathed against his ear, one hand sliding down to press flat against his chest, feeling his heart hammer like a drum beneath your palm.

"i dream about you," he admitted, voice barely audible. "every night. when i close my eyes and see you. and it's not... it's not holy thoughts. it's sinful."

the fabric of your nightgown slid against his skin as you shifted closer, your warmth pressing into his back. you shifted to place your legs around his outer hips, gently pulling him back further against your chest. you could feel the tension radiating from his shoulders. you knew exactly what he was fighting against. the image of his "goodness" cracking around the edges.

"lars, baby..." you coo, and the sound of your voice calling him 'baby' completely undid him. he let out a broken sound, his head dropping back to rest heavily on your shoulder, surrendering completely to your embrace. he felt like he was burning from the inside out, the guilt warring with a desire so potent it terrified him.

"it’s dirty," he mumbled, his eyes squeezing shut with unshed tears. "and unholy." he could feel your lips pressing soft kisses along his shoulder, your hands sliding down to his stomach, holding him gently. he hated himself for how much he loved that gentle touch, for how it made him feel safe, when it’s something he shouldn't feel when he was being so sinful.

his breath hitched as your fingers traced patterns on his abdomen, so close to the waistband of his pyjama pants. he was painfully hard, his erection pressing uncomfortably against the fabric. he should stop you. he should push you away and pray for forgiveness.

“do you want me to help you, my love?” you softly say, and lars’ head spun. help him? touch him like you do in his dreams..? that doesn’t sound half bad..

no! he should be thinking about this.

“just this once, lars. tell me no and i’ll immediately stop.”

the moment those words left your lips, lats felt like the ground had vanished beneath him. the idea was a spark in a powder keg. he could almost feel it, the phantom sensation of your hands, the intoxicating touch that haunted his sleep.

it sounded like salvation and damnation all wrapped into one. his mind screamed a warning. but god, he wanted it. dear god, he’s never wanted something so bad.

lars let out a shaky, fractured moan, his head falling back against your shoulder as he completely surrendered. the war he had been fighting for days ended in a single, crushing defeat. “yes," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper, thick with desperation and shame. "please ... god. please help me, baby.”

"good boy," you whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against the sensitive skin just below his ear. the praise hit him like a physical blow, making his cock twitch in the confines of his boxers.

you hands slid down from his stomach, fingertips teasing the elastic waistband before slipping underneath. you found him instantly. he was burning hot, impossibly hard, and leaking at the tip. “aw, my poor baby.” you coo, “this must’ve been so hard for you.”

"too hard," lars moaned, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as your fingers wrapped around his length. he was beyond shame now, completely consumed by the desperate need to be touched, to be released from this torture. "it hurts," he whimpered, his voice cracking.

your hand wrapped smoothly around his length, and your eyes widened slightly even in the dark. his dick big, and thick, heavy and pulsing desperately against your palm. he was blessed, alright. “no wonder you're suffering, poor angel," you murmured softly, rubbing your thumb gently over the wet slit.

“take these off for me” you say, tugging at his pants and boxers with your free hand. without a second thought, he lifted his hips obligingly, breaking contact with you for just a moment as he pushed his boxers and pants down his legs. when he settled back against you, he was completely bare, his swollen cock standing proudly upright, throbbing in your grasping hand.

“good boy, baby.” you praise. lars let out a helpless moan at the praise, his head falling back heavily against your shoulder. the term "good boy" destroyed him, leaving him as just your needy, desperate thing. his cock jerked in your grip, leaking more precum over your fingers. “aw, do you like that, baby? do you like being my good boy?” you teasingly say. "yes... god, yes," he gasped, his voice a shattered wreck of its usual self. he was trembling now, a fine shudder running through his entire frame as he leaned back into your warmth. "i love it... i love being yours." he whines

he let out a whimper, his hips unconsciously twitching, trying to press himself deeper into the heat of your palm. "please... don't stop..."

your thumb traced lazy circles over his tip, smearing the slick precum that continued to weep from his slit. he was so reactive, every slight shift of your hand made his eyes roll back.

your hand began to move, a slow, deliberate slide from the base to the tip and back again. the friction was electric. lars let out a strangled, guttural sound, his hips jerking forward instinctively. he had spent so long fighting this desire, suppressing every instinct, that the simple sensation of your palm gripping him was almost too much to bear. “oh-.. oh my... god..." he whimper, hands and thighs shaking.

lars’ breathing turned ragged, shallow gasps escaping his parted lips as you continued to jerk him off. he was embarrassingly sensitive, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. his thighs began to tremble, muscles tensing involuntarily as he chased the feeling. "fas-..oh god, pls, fa-fas-..." he moaned.

“be a good boy and tell me what you need, baby.” you softly say, slightly tightening your grip on cock. "i need... i need you to touch me faster," he whimpered, his face burning with humiliation even as his body begged for it. his hands flew to your wrist, holding your hand in place against him, guiding your movements to become faster. "like this... like this." he whimpered.

his hips stuttered, fucking into your fist in shallow thrusts as your other hand came up to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm. the dual sensation was almost too much. “baby.. more, please, please," he begged, tears spilling down his cheeks now. "i .. i need you so badly..."

his cock throbbed desperately, the veins standing out prominently as you increased your pace. his moans grew louder and needier, any semblance of restraint completely dismantled. “please..." he sobbed softly, his forehead dropping to rest against your neck, moaning directly in your ear.

“shhh, i’ve got you," you whispered against his damp temple, your hand moving in a ruthless, smooth rhythm. you squeezed him tighter on the upstroke, twisting your wrist just enough over the sensitive head to make his entire body jolt.

he moaned loudly at the sudden sensation, his back arching as his hands flew to grip your shoulders, holding himself up. he was completely undone, his chest heaving with each labored breath, his mouth hanging open as he panted, “baby, oh my god, fuck.”

your fingers dug into the soft flesh of his balls, applying just the right amount of pressure to make his hips stutter and his dick leak more and more. "you’re doing so well for me, baby," you praised, watching his face contort with each stroke. his eyes were squeezed shut, tears continuing to stream down his flushed cheeks as he completely surrendered to the sensation.

he was close, so close it hurt. his thighs trembled and jerked, his balls tightening.

with a high, broken cry, lars came completely undone in your hand. his entire body shook and convulsed as rope after rope of hot, white semen shot out from his throbbing cock, painting your hand and his stomach in thick streaks.

the orgasm ripped through him like a, his grip on your thighs vice-like as his hips pumped helplessly into your fist. each contraction made him cry out louder, his moans echoing in the small space, raw, and completely unrestrained. he was dripping, coated, his cock continuing to pulse and leak even as you milked him for every last drop.

his entire torso was coated, his belly slick with his own release. he was a mess, his hair disheveled, his face wet with tears and saliva, his mouth hanging open as he gasped for air.

“my good boy. you did so well for me, baby. i’m so proud of you.” lars let out a long, shaky exhale, his body slowly going limp against you as the aftershocks faded. the praise hit him harder than the orgasm itself, it was the final act of his surrender. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, a few stray tears still falling against your skin as he let out a soft whimper of contentment, "thank... thank you.”

"you're welcome, baby," you whispered, pressing soft kisses to his damp temple. you carefully released his softening cock, reaching over to grab some tissues from the night stand to gently clean him up, your touch tender and caring. he slumped heavily against you, completely boneless and spent, hiding his face against your neck in sudden shyness.

as you cleaned him up, lars remained silent, his face buried in your neck. he was acutely aware of how vulnerable he looked right now, his large frame limp and sated against you, his stomach and hands sticky with his own release. he felt small, exposed, and surprisingly safe all at once.

he let out a soft breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into your warmth. the silence that followed was heavy but peaceful, the air still thick with the scent of sex and surrender. for the first time in years, the noise in his head had gone quiet, replaced by the simple, grounding feeling of your hands on him.

“you’re okay, baby.” a fresh wave of emotion hit him at your soft words, and he nodded weakly, a hiccupping sob escaping him. he wasn't just okay. he felt...light. like a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders without him even realizing it was there.

he clung to you tighter as he pressed his face deeper into your skin. the tears came freely now, silent and unashamed. he was crying because he felt unashamed, the way he should’ve been feeling to begin with. he felt free.

you held him through his tears, your hand stroking soothing patterns through his messy hair as he slowly calmed down. when the tears finally subsided, he was left feeling completely drained and exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

tonight was first time you tried to do something nice for him, and it somewhat backfired. it’s his birthday, so naturally, you dedicated the whole day to him. breakfast in bed, three different gifts, cooked his favourite lunch and took him out to dinner. the dinner where you unfortunately had the absolute audacity to pay the bill.

oh, he was so irritated. you could see it in the way his eyes went dark the second you took the bill book away from his hand and refused to give it back. you could feel it in the way his hand was missing from gripping your thigh like it usually does on the drive back home.

the moment you both walked through the front door and made it to your bedroom, noah was already scanning the scene. your purse on your vanity, your heels kicked off, and then he saw your wallet sticking out of your bag. it was like he genuinely couldn’t believe you seriously went money on him.

his jaw tightened, then he sighed. he’d been too polite at the restaurant to cause a scene, but now? now he had the privacy to address it.

"baby," he began, his voice low and controlled, but you could hear the frustration simmering beneath. "why did you pay for everything tonight?" he said as he stepped closer, loosening his tie, his eyes never leaving yours through your vanity’s mirror. "we talked about this. i wanted to take care of it."

you pulled off one of your earrings as you began explaining yourself, “noah, it’s your brithday. let me do something nice for you for once.” noah scoffed softly, unbuttoning the first button of his shirt. "so what? it's my birthday. that doesn't mean you have to foot the bill for our entire meal." he argued. then his voice gentled, "you're my wife, i take care of you."

after taking off your jewellery, your turn around to face him. “it’s just one day out of the year, noah. it’s fine.”

he shook his head firmly, crossing his arms as he watched you finish removing your jewellery. "that's exactly the point. it's my birthday. i get to spoil you. that's how this works." he stepped closer, his voice softening but still firm. "honey, you've been doing this since we started dating. first dates, anniversaries, my birthday..."

you shrug and shake your head, “so? you never let me pay for anything. just let me have these things.” you argue back. reaching your hand behind your back, you try to unzip your dress. he immediately moved forward, reaching behind your back to unzip your dress for you, his hands gentle despite the argument. "i don't let you pay because that's my job," he corrected softly, pulling the zipper down slowly. "i spoil you. that is literally what i'm here for." he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "you are not paying for things."

your silky dress pools around your ankles, revealing a gorgeous, chocolate brown two piece lingerie, with golden lacy details. that was noah’s last gift for today. you sigh and roll your eyes before walking away from him, “whatever.” you say.

noah froze, his breath catching in his throat as he watched your dress fall to the ground. his eyes traced over every inch of you, taking in the way that lacy bralette and thong clung to your curves, the gold details catching the dim light. "yeah," he breathed, his earlier frustration completely forgotten. he didn't even hear your dismissing him, his eyes were glued to your ass as you walked away from him.

“so?” you began, sitting on the edge of your bed, “do you still wanna the about who pays for what, or do you wanna actually celebrate your birthday?” noah blinked, forcing himself to look away from your backside and up to your face. "i'm still mad at you," he lied, his voice already betraying him as his eyes roamed back down. he kicked off his shoes, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and letting it slide off his shoulders. "but that," he gestured at you with both hands.

“right.” you nodded.

"that wins," he surrendered instantly. "that absolutely fucking wins." he dropped the shirt entirely, moving to you immediately, kneeling between your legs on the edge of the bed.

his hands smoothed over your thighs, tracing the chocolate lace and golden details. "i think i can pay you back, actually" he leaned in, pressing kisses to your thigh.

you smile, “see? there’s no need to argue.”

he paused, looking up at you with that stubborn set to his jaw. "we're not done arguing," he muttered against your skin, but his hands were already wandering higher, fingers tracing the edge of that lace. "next time, i pay. even on my birthday. especially on my birthday." he kissed your inner thigh, his voice dropping low. "got it, baby?"

you chuckled, laying back on the bed and letting one of your hand run through his hair. “yeah, yeah. sure, whatever..”

"there’s my girl," he murmured, the fight completely abandoned now as he settled between your legs. his lips pressed on your stomach, then lower, between your legs, his fingers hooking into the lace. "this set is absolutely perfect on you." he groaned, inhaled your scent, that familiar familiarity making his head spin. he kissed your pussy through the lace, just slowly teasing you.

a shiver raced down your spine as his lips pressed against you through the fabric. the silkiness of the lace against your skin paired with his warm breath made your pulse quicken instantly. god, it was so easy to forget your words with him between your legs.

your fingers remained in his hair, nails dragging slightly against his scalp, your hips tilting up toward his lips. he hummed against you, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through you as he began to slowly, torturously pull the lace aside. his tongue darted out, parting your folds and tasting you for the first time tonight. "fuck, baby," he groaned, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread wide open.

your eyes immediately rolled back, head falling against the pillows as his tongue dragged through your wetness. it was effortless how he made your entire body melt, that familiar warmth flooding your chest and pooling between your legs. you fingers tightened in his hair, letting out a soft, broken moan. good lord, you loved this man.

he licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your centre, flicking his tongue over your clit before sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. your hips bucked off the mattress, a breathless moan tearing from your throat as your thighs automatically tried to close around his head. his grip on your thighs tightened, forcing you to stay open as he began to eat you out like he was starving.

your head lolled back against the pillows, your toes curling into the duvet as his tongue worked against you with practiced precision. he knew exactly how to make you fall apart, alternating between soft flicks over your clit and firm, deep licks that had your hips jerking. the obscene wet sounds of him devouring you filled the room, mixing with your broken moans.

your hands trembled in his hair, your nails digging in with every swallow. "noah," you gasped out, your voice coming out strained and wet. the way he ate you was always a problem, he enjoyed being down there a way too much. it was a dangerous combination of your body betraying you every single time.

he moaned against you, cock straining against his boxers. he was exactly where he wanted to be.

his tongue circled your clit with devastating precision, sucking gently before flattening his tongue and licking you deep. your thighs shook violently, your back arching helplessly off the mattress as pleasure flooded your system, drowning out every logical thought. there was genuinely nothing hotter than seeing your husband completely buried between your legs, worshipping you like it was his religion.

hehooked his arms under your legs, spreading you impossibly wider as he buried his face deeper between your thighs. his fingers dug into your flesh possessively, holding you open and vulnerable for his merciless tongue. the sounds he made, the wetness of his tongue, the slurping, the greediness. just downright filthy.

"fuck, you taste so fucking good," he muttered against your pussy, his voice muffled. he licked you from bottom to top, his tongue spearing inside you to fuck you slowly while his nose nudged against your clit. "i could spend hours down here."

you’re whimpering and moaning, your thighs trembling as your climax built steadily. noah could make you come in three minutes flat if he wanted to, but he was taking his time tonight, drawing it out like a symphony. you fingers twisted in his hair as you whined loudly, pulling him closer, crying his name over and over like a prayer.

"that’s my fucking girl," he groaned softly, continuing his relentless assault. he sucked your clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while two fingers slid inside you, curling to hit that sweet spot just right.

the combination sent white-hot pleasure shooting through your core. your walls clenched around his fingers, your hips rolling into his mouth as your orgasm crashed over you without warning. you cried out his name, back arched off the bed, fingers tugging his hair hard enough to sting as you came undone beneath him.

he didn't stop. he extended out your orgasm with his mouth, licking and sucking gently as you trembled through the aftershocks. your sensitive clit throbbed against his tongue, making you whimper and try to close your legs, but he kept them spread wide, not letting you escape his mouth.

"just like that," he murmured against your damp skin, the words vibrated through you as he worked over your clit with deliberate slow strokes. his fingers added more to the sensation, pressing into your g-spot gently. you were still caught in the lingering aftershocks, too sensitive for another touch. "I know, I know, baby.” he coos

your eyes rolled back, thighs trembling violently as he overstimulated you. you whimpered helplessly, your fingers digging into his hair, trying to push his head away, but simultaneously wanting him closer.

it was absolute torture, the sweetest, most overwhelming kind, and you were completely ruined. "noah... baby, please..." you choked out.

"i know, sweetheart," he murmured immediately, recognizing that desperate, overwhelmed tone. he pressed one last lingering kiss to your sensitive clit before pulling away, slowly extracting his fingers from your fluttering pussy.

he kissed your inner thighs gently, smoothing his hands over your shaking legs. "i’ve got you, my good girl."

he crawled up your body slowly, pressing kisses along your stomach, your breasts, your collarbone. when he reached your lips, you could taste yourself on him. you kissed him back desperately, greedily, because you couldn't get enough.

"my pretty little wife" he whispered against your lips, the wet sounds of his mouth against you still echoing in your ears. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. your legs spread wider, inviting him in without words. you were still too sensitive, still too overwhelmed, but you wanted him inside you, wanted to feel that connection, that intimacy.

"i’ve got you," he murmured against your lips, reading your body perfectly. he grinds his clothed cock against your swollen pussy. heavy, hard, and leaking for you. a soft whine escaped you at the friction, even through his clothes. you needed him. he could feel how wet you were from just his mouth, how your walls fluttered against nothing, how your thighs shook with the effort of staying steady.

"shh, relax for me," he coached, kissing your jaw softly. “please.” you whimper. "fuck, sweetheart," he groaned, the plea in your voice making his dick throb painfully against his boxers. he kissed you deeply, silencing the whimpers with his tongue, before breaking away to press his forehead against yours. "let me get these off.”

he shoved his boxers down impatiently, kicking them off the end of the bed. his cock sprang free, heavy and flushed against his stomach, the tip leaking desperately. he settled back between your thighs, gripping the base as he guided himself to your soaked entrance.

"look at me, baby," he whispered, nudging your clit with the swollen head before lining himself up. your eyes fluttered open, locking onto his. His expression was dark with arousal, softened by the overwhelming love he held for you. you could feel the thick head of his cock stretching you, nudging inside inch by inch, the familiar burn making your breath hitch. your thighs trembled, wrapping around his waist as he slowly sank into you. "that's it," he coaxed softly, “that’s it, baby.”

your breath caught as he filled you completely, every inch of him inside. your head fell back against the pillow, a broken gasp escaping your lips. he stayed still for a moment, just letting you adjust, his hand gentle against the curve of your hip.

"just breathe for me, baby," he murmured softly, reading the way you were struggling to adjust. his thumb stroked your hip. he was big, and it constantly felt like you were never going to get used to just how long and thick he was.

you let out a shaky breath, forcing your muscles to relax, accepting the overwhelming stretch of him. It was always a lot at first, a burning fullness that made your toes curl. your hands slid up his sweat-slicked back, fingers digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to his size, feeling him throb inside you. "noah-..” you whine

"right there," he breathed, eyes nearly rolling back at the way your walls squeezed around him reflexively. his hips stayed still, buried to the hilt, but his head dropped to the crook of your neck. he pressed his lips against your pounding pulse, kissing you softly before nipping lightly. "feel how good you take me.”

you let out a broken sob, your entire body trembling around him. you did feel it, the way he split you open, the heavy throb of his cock deep inside your belly, the sheer impossibility of fitting all of him. you walls clenched around him rhythmically, trying to accommodate his overwhelming size. "it’s s-so big," you whimpered, nails dragging down his spine.

"i know, sweetheart, i know," he cooed softly, pressing kisses against your damp temple. his hand smoothed down your trembling side, grounding you. "you take it so well, though. such a perfect little wife." he shifted his hips slightly, grinding deeper rather than thrusting, letting you feel every inch stretching you wide. "my good girl. taking me so deep."

he pulled back slowly, dragging out of you just as torturously as he'd gone in, before pushing back deep with one deliberate thrust. a broken moan tore from your throat at the movement, your back arching off the bed. "god damn," he groaned, setting a slow, deep rhythm now.

noah captured your lips in a deep kiss, swallowing your cries as he moved inside you with deliberate, measured thrusts. each one went impossibly deep, hitting spots that made your vision blur. his hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he fucked into you slowly but thoroughly.

"that’s it, baby," he breathed against your mouth, lips brushing yours with each downward stroke. "hold onto me." your legs locked around his waist desperately, heels pressing into his lower back as you tilted your hips to take him even deeper. the slick, wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his low groans.

his cock felt like heaven inside you. thick, hot, and hitting every spot just right. you could feel your cervix push against the swollen head each time he bottomed out, that delicious stretch making you melt. your clit throbbed with each thrust, swollen and sensitive from his earlier worship.

your entire body went liquid, surrendering completely to the way he filled you. you felt overwhelmed. every stroke punched a soft, broken sound from your throat, your eyes rolling back as he fucked you with that devastatingly slow precision. your pussy fluttered helplessly, utterly addicted to him.

"god, you feel so good," he moans, his forehead pressing against yours. his hips rolled in a slow, deep rhythm that had you seeing stars. "fa-faster, please," you whimpered, sounding almost surprised each time he bottomed out completely. he knew you loved this angle, how it let him hit your cervix with every thrust. your walls fluttered around him constantly, trying to pull him even deeper into your body.

"anything my sweetheart wants," he breathed instantly, respecting your desperate plea. his rhythm shifted from those deep, grinding strokes into faster, sharper thrusts. the bed began to rock beneath you, the headboard knocking softly against the wall. your breath hitched in your throat with every snap of his hips, “fuck, fuck, oh god.” you moan

his hand slid under your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle even more. now he was pounding into you with quick, deep strokes that had your tits bouncing and your cries turning into incoherent pleas. "right there? baby, is that what you need?" he kissed you harshly between thrusts.

you were whimpering and moaning against his lips, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “no-..noah! baby, please-.. i’m s-so, i’m-..!”

"shh, I know, baby, i know," he murmured against your lips, his hand moving to gently grasp your throat as he snapped his hips forward, hitting your cervix with a particularly sharp thrust. your eyes rolled back, and he swallowed your broken cry with another kiss.

your words were gone, your mind dissolving under his relentless pace. the position he had you in was too fucking perfect. "can’t... baby, i can't-“

"you can, sweetheart," he groaned, his voice strained with exertion. his fingers tightened slightly around your throat, not cutting off your air but providing that addictive pressure you loved. his other hand gripped your hip possessively as he pounded into you relentlessly.

your eyes rolled back completely, your entire body shaking violently under his rhythm. the pleasure was overwhelming, it came in a hot, intense wave drowning your senses. you couldn't think, couldn't speak, only moan desperately and cling to him, your walls squeezing him tighter and tighter. “noah-! no-ah, baby, please, i-!" you practically sobbed.

"i’ve got you," he growled, his voice thick with emotion and lust. he released your throat to wrap both arms around you, holding you close as he fucked into you with a brutal, desperate rhythm. his lips found yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing your broken cries. you clench around him hard, milking his cock and pushing him towards an orgasm.

"fuck, baby, just like that," he choked out, his hips stuttering for the first time. “just like that, fuck.” your walls were squeezing him like a vice, milking his cock perfectly. the sensation sent white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine. noah buried his face in your neck, his breathing ragged and heavy against your skin. “fuck, baby, that’s it’s.” he moans in your ear.

his entire body shook as he struggled to hold back, wanting to prolong this perfect moment. but your relentless squeezing and the sound of his name falling from your lips like a desperate plea was pushing him over the edge. "baby, please-" he whimpered, his face buried in your neck.

you felt his cock throb and pulse inside you, the first hot spurt hitting your deepest spot. you went over with him instantly, your entire body convulsing as you screamed into his shoulder, your vision going white. "c’mon, baby, c'mon. cum for me-“ he begged, his voice breaking.

"noah, fuck, oh my god, baby" you screamed his name like a prayer, your body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of your orgasm crashed over you. your walls clenched around his cock so tightly it almost hurt, milking him desperately as he filled you with his hot seed.

"fuck, i got you, sweetheart, i got you," he groaned, his voice breaking as his hips slammed flush against yours one last time. he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing violently as he painted your insides with his release. Your body convulsed around him, dragging out both your orgasms until you were both trembling wrecks.

you stayed locked together, trembling and gasping for breath. his arms were wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. his cock was still throbbing inside you, slowly softening but still buried deep. his pressed gentle kisses to your neck, shoulder, and jaw.

"you okay, baby?" he murmured against your skin, his voice hoarse and wrecked. his hips made one last lazy roll, earning a whimper from you. “come here," he whispered, carefully pulling out of you and immediately pulling you on top of his chest. your thighs felt like jelly, your whole body trembling as he gathered you close, gently pulling out of your pussy.

“happy birthday, handsome,” you coo, gently caressing his beard. he let out a breathy laugh against your hair, his chest rising and falling beneath you. "you just spoiled the hell out of me on this birthday," he murmured, fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare back. he pulled the blanket over both of you, tucking you closer.