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I walk out our bathroom and pad across the sisal and seagrass carpet on our bedroom floor, keeping my footsteps soft and quiet. Noah doesn't look up until I’m standing right in front of him and even then, he only moves when I sink to my knees between his spread thighs. My knees hit the plush rug with a soft thud while my hands slide across his thighs. 

He blinks, thumb freezing on his phone screen like he stopped dead in action. He bites the inside of his lip just barely, barely enough for me to catch it, and then those blue grey eyes drop from his phone and right to my face. I see the exact moment his brain clocks the fact that I’m naked, on the floor and looking at him like he’s the last meal on the whole planet.

"Hi, doll." I whisper, resting my chin on his knee. I give him my most innocent looking smile, the one that isn’t even remotely close to innocent and usually makes him want to use me like a fleshlight.

His eyes drag slow down my face and over my throat, lingering on the way my tits just naturally sit up on my chest. I hear the sharp click of his phone locking and he throws it behind him on our bed without ever breaking eye contact with me.

"Hey," he says back. His voice is a low, husky rumble that makes my clit jump. He’s not moving yet. He’s studying me, trying to see how far I’m gonna take this. Don’t tempt me, baby. 

I don't give him time to think too much. That’s a waste of time. I reach up, my fingers digging into the firm muscles on his thighs, and lean forward to press my face against his stomach. He smells like bourbon vanilla and toffee and his soap and just... him. I start kissing my way up, pressing my glossed lips along his warm skin, making sure I leave my mark. I wanna taste every inch of him before I get to the prize. Then I lick up his abs, feeling the way they tense  under my tongue. He’s so perfect it’s borderline offensive; he looks too fucking good. 

"Rena," he warns, but his hand’s already making its way into my hair. His fingers thread through my curls, not pulling yet, just something for him to ground himself to.

"I missed you today, Noey," I mumble against his skin as my tongue swirls around his bellybutton. I can hear the change in his breathing right now; that well structured rhythm of his finally starting to wilt at the edges ‘cause he knows he can’t help himself when it comes to me.

"We just had lunch like three hours ago, baby."

"So? That was so long ago." I kiss the long, jagged scar on his ribs, the one I know the story behind but never talk about; I’d rather treat it like a shrine I’ll never not pay my respects to. I lick along the length of it while my hands slide up to grip his waist, my thumbs digging into those deep V-lines that frame his perfect length. "I've been thinking about this all day. I literally couldn't focus on anything else. My boss was talking about Q4 projections and all I could think about was how much I wanted to wrap my lips around you and stay there."

I can feel his heart hammering against his ribs. Noah’s composure is such a beautiful thing to watch break. I move my mouth lower, kissing the soft skin just over the edge of the towel, my nose brushing against the dark hair that leads straight to what I’ve been needy for all day. I use my teeth a little, nipping at the skin of his hip, and he lets out a sharp, saw-edged breath as mine dances against his warm skin.

"Being a little minx tonight, aren't you?" He murmurs to me while his hand grips my hair a bit harder. I moan on instinct; I can’t help it. I love the feeling. 

"I'm being your girl." I correct him, looking up with a spoiled little pout, but my eyes are wide and dark. "And your girl is hungry, Noah. I'm so fucking hungry for you, baby."

I reach for the knot on the side of his towel. Not rushing because I want him to feel the anticipation, every slow crawl of it. I pull the knot, and the cloth falls down, pooling on the ottoman behind his hips. 

He’s beautiful. Truly, unfairly beautiful. His dick is already heavy against his leg, that slight, familiar curve making my mouth salivate. It’s long just how I like it; thick enough to stretch me wide, and the head is already sticky looking, a single bead of clear precum glistening under the lamplight.

I don't go for it yet. I kiss his inner thighs first, my tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin there, earning a soft groan from him. I love how he sounds. I want him twitching, desperate even. I look up at him and gently wrap my hands around the base of him, and I see him watching me with a look that could burn our house down. Noah’s hand that isn’t in my hair slowly comes up to my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip to gently rub across it. He keeps his eyes on me as I let my mouth part just a little, my tongue slipping out to taste him.

"Keep your tongue out, ma chérie," he commands in that tone that turns me inside out. My dear. 

He’s not asking me, it’s a direct order, delivered in that firm, low tone that makes my knees go weak. I obey instantly of course. I push my tongue out more and Noah leans forward, wrapping his hand around his dick and tapping it on the tip of my tongue. Once, twice, three times. The heat of him on my tongue is overwhelming in the best way. He tastes so good, too. No salt, just water and skin. 

“You missed me that bad today?” he asks through his jagged voice. I don’t answer him; just smile and keep my mouth where it is, letting him see my truth in the way my tongue holds him perfectly. 

“Now show me how much you want it, princess,” he whispers. 

I never need to be told twice. I lean in, swirling my tongue around the tip, catching that drop of precum and swallowing it down like it’s wine. I hear him groan; a deep, primal sound that vibrates in the air between us. I’m so fucking wet right now it’s ridiculous. 

I keep my eyes on him while I press soft kisses around the top of his dick, then licking along the length of him in long, slow strokes. All the way from the base to the head, my hands busy stroking the underside, feeling the weight of his balls in my hand. I’ll spend more time on those later. 

I’m getting sloppy on purpose; it’s what I want. I want the sound of it to fill the whole room, and then I want him to hear how wet I’m making myself just by being near him. I finally take the head into my mouth, just the top and suck hard, my own eyes rolling back at the feel. 

"Fuuucck, Serena..." His head falls back, his eyes closing for a second as he pushes his hips into my face. 

I pull back, my lips glistening. "Does that feel good, Noah? You like how much I love tasting you?"

"I love how much of a pretty little slut you are for me," he grits out, his hand finally fisting in my hair how I want and pulling my head back so I have no choice but to look at him. "You wanna talk? Or you wanna work?"

I sink down then, swallowing him whole in one go, letting my throat open up, my eyes watering as he slides straight to the back of my throat. My gag reflex is usually non-existent but Noah’s so big it’s a struggle sometimes, but a struggle I crave nonetheless. I wrap my hand around the base to catch his extra length and start a rhythm. In and out, deep and wet. I’m making sure to use my tongue and plenty spit, swirling it around him as I move, my nose buried in the hair at his groin.

Noah’s not passive anymore, which is exactly what I want. His hips are moving in a slow, agonizingly counter rhythm, meeting every single head bob of mine, pushing deeper with every thrust. He’s not just letting me give him head, he’s fucking my face with a deliciously terrifying precision; as anything else he does. Noah keeps his eyes focused on me, paying attention to my limits and pushing right past them with ease, an ease he’s earned in my trust. I wish I had words to describe this feeling; maybe it’s like crack. He’s playing me, pulling out a symphony of filth with every gluck noise I let out, and I’m fucking elated to be played. 

"That's it, princess. Take it. Every fucking inch. Show me just how good that mouth works.”

I pull back, spit trailing from my lip to his tip while I gasp for air, and I look at him with a feral type of hunger I have no intentions on controlling. I shift my weight, pushing my tits together with my hands, creating a slick channel for him. Noah’s eyes go wide as I slide his dick between them, the friction of his skin against my lotioned, spit slick tits making a nice, wet, squelching sound. I move my body in time with them, fucking him with my tits while I lean down to keep the tip wet with my mouth.

His eyes are blown the fuck wide now, his pupils taking over the grey. He looks like he’s in pain but a good kind, the kind that only shows up when you’re being pushed right to the edge of what you can take.

"You look so fucking good like this," he rasps. "Such a good girl, using that perfect body to please me. Do you know how much I love you?"

"Show me," I challenge him, my voice a wrecked, breathy mess. "But stop being so careful with me, Noah. Fuck my mouth. I want a sore throat in the morning, please, baby?” I coo. 

And suddenly the air has changed.  The tenderness is still there like a deep undercurrent, but the predator in Noah is outside now. He reaches down then, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, his thumb pressing into the sensitive dip under my jaw. He guides me back down and this time there’s no slow build-up; that would be silly. Instead what I get is a brutal, relentless pace. 

Thank you, baby.

He’s thrusting into my mouth, his movements precise even as he’s getting rougher. He’s not slamming into me, but he’s deep; so deep I can feel the head of him pulsing against the very back of my throat. I’m gagging a little, my eyes lining up with tears but I’m not running away. I’m grabbing his thighs to brace us both, making sure my nails dig into his skin so he knows I don’t want him to let up. The lack of air, the overwhelming fullness of his dick in my mouth and the wet, choking sounds I’m making around it; it’s all a blur of pure sensation that has my pussy clenching so hard I think I just might cum from him using my mouth. 

"Breathe, Serena. Respire pour moi, petite salope.” Breathe for me, little slut.

Hearing him speak French fucks me up every single time. I try to focus on my breathing, my nose whistling as I take in air while my mouth is completely occupied by his thick shaft. He’s fucking my face like he’s trying to leave a mark on my soul. Every thrust is a reminder of who I belong to, but more than that how nobody else could have him like this. Be clear, I love letting Noah have his way with me and give him the reins to tear me up often, but the key word is give. Every time he hits the back of my throat, I feel a corresponding throb between my thighs, my own juices soaking the carpet underneath me.

"You eat this dick so well, princess," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "Taking it so good for me, baby. Look at you. My perfect little slut, choking on my dick like you can’t get enough. You got a puddle between your legs from this, don’t you, Serena?”

I can only moan back to respond to him, the vibration causing his hips to jerk. 

He pulls back for a second, just enough to look at me and let me get a lungful of air. I’m a mess. My hair’s probably puffy, my lips are swollen and there’s spit and precum all over my chin. And per usual, he’s looking at me like I’m the most gorgeous thing alive. 

"I'm about to nut, baby. I'm so fucking close." His voice is ragged, torn.

"Do it," I gasp, my voice cracking. "Please, Noah, give it all to me. I wanna swallow every drop.” that’s all it takes. He plunges back in, his rhythm becoming frantic and his grip in my hair tightening. He’s growling now, a low, animalistic sound that makes my whole body hot. 

"Je vais te remplir la gorge. Regarde-moi, Serena. Regarde ce que tu me fais, amour. I’m gonna fill your throat. Look at me, Serena. Look at what you’re doing to me, love.

I lock my eyes on his, making sure I don’t blink ‘cause I wanna see the moment he breaks. I wanna be the reason his world turns white while he paints my throat the same. 

His body goes stiff, his hips locking forward as he buries himself as deep as he can possibly go. And then it happens. The first hot, thick burst of his cum hits the back of my throat. It’s so fucking much, so intense I have to force myself to swallow to let my throat working around him. Then another pulse, then another, each one as powerful as the last. He’s shaking, his whole body trembling, hands fisted in my hair, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps while my name comes off his lips. “Serena, Serena, fuck—baby, don’t stop—”

I keep sucking even as he’s finishing, milking him for every last drop, not wanting to waste a single bit of him. I don't quit until he’s pulsing one last time, this slow, lingering throb that I feel all the way down in my stomach.

When I finally pull off, our bedroom’s dead silent aside from our combined panting. Noah’s slumped back against our bed with his chest heaving and his eyes closed. I’m still on my knees, my lips tingling and swollen, my throat feeling raw and used in a way I’m shamelessly in love with. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him, then lean my head against his thigh.

The shift is instantaneous. Our feral need disappears, leaving a warm, hazy bliss instead. I feel Noah’s hand come down on my head, his fingers stroking my hair with a gentleness that makes my heart fall apart and stitch itself back up. This is the other side of him; the side that holds me together after he’s taken me all the way apart.

"Come here," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. 

He doesn't have to ask me twice. He reaches down and hauls me up into his lap and I straddle him, my soaking wet pussy pressing right against his thigh, my arms coming around his neck like a lifeline. He pulls me close, his face burying in the crook of my neck, lips pressing against my beating pulse. 

"You're gonna be the death of me," he whispers. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Serena? I'm a grown ass man and you have me shaking like a teenager."

"Good," I giggle, the sound small and shaky. "I want you shaking. I want you thinking about me every time you close those eyes."

"Believe me, baby, I already do." He pulls back, his thumb wiping a stray tear from my cheek. He looks at me with so much devotion it’s almost hard to look anywhere else. "My perfect baby," he murmurs, his eyes dark with a lingering heat that makes my knees weak even while I'm sitting in his lap. Then he kisses the corner of my mouth. "Une sainte avec une bouche de pécheresse... tu vas m'achever." A saint with the mouth of a sinner... you’re gonna be the end of me.

He kisses me then. Not the hungry, desperate kisses from before. It’s slow and sweet. Worshipful. It tastes like him and me and the life we’re building together. He tastes himself on my tongue and groans, but he doesn't pull back. His arms wrap around me tighter, his hand splayed flat on my lower back, pressing me into him until there’s no space left between us at all.

"You need some water, my love," he says after a while, his voice returning to that practical, caretaking tone I love just as much as the hard dominant one. "And hurry. I need you in this bed for the next three hours minimum, Serena."

"Mm, you promise?" I whisper, nipping at his earlobe.

"Serena," he says, his voice dropping an octave, a promise and a threat all wrapped into one. "You know not to question the things I say. Je vais te briser ce soir.” I’m gonna break you tonight.

I shiver at his words; a delicious, warm thrill running straight down my spine. I don't doubt him for even half a second; Noah’s not one for empty threats and he definitely doesn’t make promises he can’t keep. I’m excited; overjoyed, even. The thought of this man doing anything to me makes every part of my body just…fuck. Who knows what he’ll do to me tonight, who knows if he’ll have me on my back or on my stomach with his hands gripping my hips, or on my knees again until I have carpet burn. I don’t even care. I’m gonna make sure he stays busy doing exactly what he wants until the sun comes up.

A/N: fun fact i liked lowkey liked noah and serena so much that i'm currently writing their standalone book about their life after they get married hehe, preview chapters are up right now :)