The Note by Natalie Wrye (the read aloud family .TXT) 📕

two hours of Nancy tinkering with my makeup and shoes and experimenting with blushes that made me look like a Moulin Rouge reject? That’s the only word you’ve got for me?” She snorts, one eyebrow reaching for the sky. “You had more words for Cynthia and Ainsley the last time you saw them.”

“What, you mean the words ‘You’re fired’ and ‘Good-Bye’?”

“Just be happy that the jury is still out on whether good-bye is one word or two.”

She’s teasing, taunting as she touches me back, sending my hardness into steel territory, and I tip her chin, angling it up to meet mine.

“I used one word for one reason only: Because it’s the only one that I need. I need no other explanation for what you are, Sophia. No other description is necessary.”

I get ready to close my mouth over hers, breathing in her skin, when Nancy steps back into the room.

“Okay, okay, break it up, lovebirds. Now that Soph’s moved in here, you’ll both have plenty of time for hanky-panky later. It’s almost showtime.”

I check my watch, realizing that Nancy’s right. The limousine’s almost here.

And five minutes later, when it arrives, I am only too eager to bring Sophia’s body beside mine, clutching her closer as we slip inside the backseat.

The drive is only fifteen minutes to the church, but I plan to use every one of them. My gaze sweeps over Sophia’s lithe form.

“You look fucking amazing, Little Bear. I want you to know that.”

“More than one word this time,” she breathes against my lips. “I’ll take it.”

“Actually… I’ve got plenty more words where that came from. Give me five minutes and I’ll gladly give you all of them.” And then I grab her hips.

Sitting Sophia atop my slacks, I capture her kiss with mine. One finger on the partition button, another along her jaw, we stay that way, our mouths enraptured.

The partition closes inside the limousine, rendering us alone.

That taste of pure Sophia explodes on my tongue, and as our lips tangle, mouths melding as we kiss and lick and suck with increasing fervor, Sophia’s round arse grinds into my groin, making me harder than I ever thought possible, my cock straining against the fabric as her hand slips between us, rubbing softly.

I can’t hold back the groan that makes its way to my mouth as Sophia’s palm cups the edge of my cock. I grab her throat, gripping its edge.

“Christ, woman, you’re killing me.”

She grins. “Now you know what it feels like. You’ve ‘killed’ me too many times to count.”

“And I plan on doing so a million times more.” I tighten my hold on her. “But let’s compare notes, shall we?” I reach down, rubbing her clit and she gasps out loud, her voice a mere breath in the back seat. I put my lips to her ears, whispering. “Take off those panties for me, Little Bear.”

Like a good little one, she obliges immediately. I slip my hands under the skirt of Sophia’s pastel purple dress, grabbing the slips of lace underneath. Pulling them over her smooth backside as she lifts, I slowly slide them down her thighs until her fingers find their edges pulling them the rest of the way.

Naked beneath the fabric, Sophia’s hips circle a seductive path in my lap and it is all I can do not to zip down my fly without another word. Not to open my slacks, grip my solid-stone dick and drive it deep into the wily woman slowly driving me insane.

Sliding my fingers once again beneath Sophia’s dress, I stroke her hot, damp sex carefully, slowly, painstakingly until she is a hot squirming mess in my arms, her guttural groans and whimpers the only sound in the quiet back seat as the car rolls on.

I kiss the edge of Sophia’s neck, needing more, my fingers splaying and parting her wet pussy. I watch my Little Bear’s eyes close in ecstasy.

“Not yet, Bear. Not yet. Just hold on.”

Her words are muffled mutters, spoken between her teeth, tightened on her bottom lip. She whimpers my name.

“Noah, I can’t hold on…”

“Yes, you can. You can, and you will. I need you to hold on until…” I lift her tight body just enough. Releasing my thickness from my tux’s fly, I grip Sophia’s hips tight, sliding her down. She sinks onto my cock with a quiet scream, and I almost come, relishing in the feel of her unimaginable wetness, the slippery feel of her sex fitting around me as tight as a glove and ten times more perfect than Heaven.

I stifle a groan. “Right now.”

At my words, Sophia comes, exploding around me. Her cries are sudden, splitting the silence of the car into two, and I capture her moans with my mouth, swallowing each with my kiss.

As I move into Sophia, she orgasms on my cock, her mouth hungry as she angles it over mine.

I continue sliding up and into my Little Bear, bouncing her body on top of mine until she comes again, taking me with her, my orgasm ripping through me and into her as I stroke her harder, my kiss softening, slowing as our bodies come down from this unbelievable high.

I tap her lips with mine in a quick peck, parting my mouth as I meet hers. I pull back just enough to speak.

“I love you so fucking much, Sophia.”

“I love you, too, Noah.” Sophia sighs against my face, her dark curls tickling my cheek. “Now, tell me: How do our notes compare?”

My scoff is soft, a chuckle at best. “I have absolutely nothing on you, Little Bear. And I’m sure Nancy will be mad as hell after what we just did; I didn’t follow the rules.”

But as the words leave my mouth with a small laugh, the stretched car parks, easing up to the curb outside the church, and I fix Sophia’s dress.

“Who knew a Stephen King nerd could be this screwed?” I say as I kiss her bottom lip, savoring it. “Literally.”

“You’re probably setting records in Sci-Fi celibacy