Making Up For Lost Time

**Synopsis: Being away from the one you want is hard, but for Noah and Rory it is going to lead to an explosion of desire. Coming home from a business trip after a month and seeing each other that first time is going to get hot and heavy fast and it will end only when Noah says it will end***

Cw: sex, edging, creampie, oral (female receiving)

Four weeks, four weeks without seeing her, four weeks without laying in her warm embrace, four weeks without her kiss, her touch, her taste. The moment Noah’s black leather boots hit the threshold of their shared apartment those green eyes are searching for her as his heart pounds in his ears the same as it had the entire drive over from the airport. He’s been gnawing at the bit, aching to get back to the gorgeous being living her life without him. The last week of his business trip he was on edge, counting down each day in agonizing fashion as the craving growing in the pit of his stomach got worse and worse. Fuck, he’s missing her — all of her — something fierce.

It is enough to drive the man insane.

Noah takes off his leather jacket, setting it down on the back of the sofa and clocks a brown-haired figure suddenly coming into the living room. He looks up and comes face to with Rory and now he can’t find enough air to fill his lungs; by the way her cheeks instantly glow with warmth as she straightens her tank top and shorts and the way her brown eyes sparkle, he’s sure in an instant that she has been feeling that same insatiable need that has been eating away at him too.

“Hey there stranger. Long time no see,” she smiles up into that familiar face as her heartbeat steadily becomes more erratic. It is always the same: when the two are apart for any amount of time when Noah has to be away for work, the moment they are in front of one another again it is like striking a match in a room filled with gasoline.

He stares back down at her, light emerald eyes taking in the face he has been missing something terrible. “Well hello there yourself, pretty girl,” he returns, gravely tone sending chills down her spine as he moves in closer to cup his hand along her soft, delicate cheek. “It’s been a few weeks. Did you miss me, sweetheart?”

Before his brain can register what’s happening he senses something brush up against him in the small space still between their bodies and as his eyes travel down he sees that Rory’s hand is grabbing at his belt buckle, silky digits lacing themselves around the metal clasp and his eyes jump back up to hers.

She isn’t wasting any time, is she? Fuck.

“I know it wasn’t that long, but I’ve been missing you a whole fucking lot,” she says under her breath as she gives the buckle a firm tug forward so that he has to step into her. “Didn’t know when you’d be in; been waiting as patiently as I could, but I gotta say it hasn’t been easy. Got my nerves all flustered. How about you? Are you flustered, baby?”

She just had to do it, didn’t she? That one damned move that always sends him reeling.

It isn’t a secret how any amount of time they are apart makes Noah pine for her as if he is a man dying of thirst: for those hot, breathless moments spent between her thighs, for the way their bodies seem created for one another, for the intense sensations of euphoria that only she can give him. So when her fingers hook into his belt to pull him in closer, she knows what effect it will have on making him crumble, doesn’t she?

No words, not a goddamn sound as Noah’s face leans down in a flash quicker than her eyes can catch. Rory’s body is moved by two strong arms and she finds herself slammed into the wall while he clasps her chin securely in his grip so that those hungry lips can scramble to aggressively capture hers. As their lips dance, his free hand roams up under her top to grab ahold of any piece of available flesh as all that pent up desire surges through his veins like liquid fire and fuels his actions. His fingertips tremble as they brush across all that soft, balmy skin along her abdomen and around her hips, making him moan into her open mouth that she is forced to swallow down.

Noah is not a small man, both in height and muscle, and those bulky features overwhelm her as he pins her harder against the wall while his grip descends to around her ass to bring her hips forward so that his clothed pelvis can rut into her; he has to catch any extra bit of friction he can as the bulge in the front of his pants starts to grow. His mouth is insatiable, stealing sloppy, frantic kisses one after another until his lips start to burn from the abrasion… and yet he still isn’t satisfied.

Noah feels Rory’s nipples stiffening through her shirt as his chest rubs against them, a reminder to his numbing brain that there is even more of a feast for him waiting beneath her clothes if he can just get them off her; the couple of nudes he keeps in his phone that she sends him while he’s away are only a pale comparison to the real fucking thing and he’s been dying to see all of that beauty in person.

They’re close to one another, but not fucking close enough.

He needs skin on skin, curves molded into curves, cock buried in her deep. That’s the crux of it all — he needs to be reminded of what she feels like wrapped around him, lose his mind as her cunt gives him the sensation he can get nowhere else from no one else. It consumes him in that moment until his thoughts are filled with nothing but the oncoming ecstasy that will soon be his.

Feverish fingers slip themselves into the waistband at the back of Rory’s pants as Noah continues to rut against her, the few layers of fabric between them about to be reduced as he shoves down taking her pants over the arch of her ass until they fall around her ankles and she can step out of them. Her own fingers are already undoing the buckle of his belt before her clothes can even hit the floor.

“Christ, I’m already so fucking hard for you, sweetheart,” he breathes the heated, desperate words against her mouth as he continues to grind on her to make her work that much more difficult, “it’s been hell being away. I’ve been fucking starved, baby. That sweet little pussy of yours is calling my name and I need it, I need you… I don’t think I can wait another god damn second.”

The muscles along Noah’s abdomen tense through his shirt as she brushes up against them until finally his belt comes loose and she can move onto the button securing his pants. Rory finishes undoing everything just in time for him to pull that tank top off over her head before doing exactly the same to himself.

His chest is flushed pink and hastily Rory leans in to press her warm lips to it. The hair covering the center of his body tingles against her mouth, but she can feel he is so warm it’s like he’s heated from the inside out. That broad chest heaves up and down heavily with the weight of his lust-filled breaths as she dots tender kisses trailing down towards his abdomen until he can’t take anymore and picks her up, throws her over his shoulder, and hurriedly drags her off to their bedroom.

Noah is able to make it across the apartment in no time and throws open the bedroom door so that it hits the wall behind it with a booming thud as he stalks to the bed and sets her down on the surface, making sure to remove the pants hanging loosely around his hips as quick as he can along with his boxers. The moment he’s free of the clothing binding him that thick, meaty cock of his springs to life, bobbing at attention as the veins along it pulses, and Rory’s breath hitches as her eyes are drawn to it; he’s not the only one who’s hungry.

She barely has time to scramble up towards the pillows at the head of the bed before he is crawling up towards her, a predator’s gaze making his iris’ flash and sparkle with a fire in the scant bit of light from the bedside lamp that illuminates the room.

Noah’s shoulder muscles tense as he moves on all fours until he’s over top of her, his cock dangling down as he gets between her thighs so that it drags over the petals of her pussy. She can feel it throb from the stimulation and it makes her mouth salivate. A strained grunt echoes through his closed lips as the tip grazes over that silky, heated skin between her legs; he’s already vibrating with need… what the fuck is gonna happen when he gets inside?

Only one way to find out…

Noah pulls her legs up high around his waist, wide torso keeping her nice and spread for him. Rory claws at his shoulder blades with her short nails as she shoves her hips into him, body practically begging for him to put it in already. Screw any foreplay, she can’t afford to wait and let this frantic moment slip by. There is only one thing she wants in her and it is already throbbing at its destination.

“Fuck, please Noah, I need it,” her plea sends a shiver down his spine. “I don’t want to fucking wait…waited long enough.”

Spitting into his hand he applies the moisture to her entrance, lubricating the opening with hard presses of his fingertips along her cunt to help get things moving in the right direction. “Been a while, baby,” he returns as he aligns the tip and presses it into her while trying not to fall apart at the seams, “you sure you can still fucking take it all?”

She nods aggressively, the need to be filled out by him overwhelming her every sense. She’s waited patiently, chomping at the bit for him to get back to her and now that he is here between her legs it’s all she can think about. “Give it to me,” she demands. “I need it baby, please, I’m aching something terrible. I need to feel you inside me again.”

How can he ever deny a request like that from her?

The world falls away as the tip of his cock slips through the threshold of her body and he has to stop as just the head alone stretching her wide sends him spiraling. Rory’s back arches off of the bed as she squirms under him, mouth falling open with half-formed moans that get caught in the back of her throat. Noah shudders with ecstasy, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth to bite down in hopes that the sharp pain will force him to stay sane.

Another thrust shoves him in a bit more so that now he’s more than halfway there, but still has just a bit to go. Her body doesn’t stand a chance as she lays under him at his mercy. His fingernails graze over her waist as his hands hold on tight; he has to fit it in, get to the base, completely surround himself within her. Taking a deep breath he gathers another burst of energy to thrust all the way until he bottoms out and she releases a cry into the silence of the room.

“God damn sweetheart, you feel so fucking good,” he gasps out as his head snaps down toward his chest. “Pretty girl, my pretty fucking girl, wanna keep you full of me all the time.”

Noah’s brain is quickly becoming mush as the warmness and growing wetness of her pussy makes him quiver at the bliss. Rory is no better, sanity slipping away as his hefty cock practically molds her walls to his specific shape as it rests inside. Hips begin to rock and are immediately punctuated by a deep-throated groan with each snap as he settles into a steady rhythm.

Thrust after thrust each one harder than the last pushes her body until it is shoved up and her head hits the wall behind the bed. Noah leans down to nuzzle his nose into her neck as feeble whimpers leave her mouth and pack his head full.

“Missed your sounds too,” he says, amidst another thrust. “Keep this up and it’s gonna be my fucking end.” Another strong thrust follows and then another.

A yearning need to see himself fuck her gorgeous body suddenly engulfs his mind and so he slow sits himself up on his knees, making sure to keep himself inside her, so that he can get the perfect birdseye view of the beautiful way her body takes him in. It’s perfection and he cannot help but become absorbed in watching as each thrust in and out makes his cock disappear inside that narrow passage only to slip back out covered in more of her juices with each pass.

Over and over his hips rock into her, the muscles along his abdomen clenching, fingertips digging into her sides to hold her still as his speed steadily increases the longer he goes. That sweet music fills his head, whimpers of pleasure as he strikes and that is the only thing that is floating in there now as everything else becomes a blur.

Noah is reduced to a glorious mess the longer he thrusts, drooling over his beautiful girl, going blind and delirious at the feeling of those tight, silky walls sucking him all in as they flutter around his cock. It’s been four weeks with only his hand to keep him occupied and that is nothing compared to the feeling of her.

“Can’t get enough,” he stammers with a groan, so wrapped up in the moment that speech is near impossible to produce.

Noah is deep inside her and yet that ache is still monstrous, eating him alive so that anything outside of the ecstasy of her flesh is just fucking gone. He can’t think, he can’t breathe, he’s obsessed with her body. It isn’t enough though, never enough. She has completely consumed him; he is under her spell and nothing can break the charm.

His head is spinning, thoughts vacant like he is wasted; fuck, he’s high off the sensation of her clenching around him. Now that he is inside her, there is no way he can leave anytime soon and that means he’s not going to let either of them come yet.

No, he has a better idea.

That hot coil tensing in the pit of his stomach pulls tighter and tighter, but he will not let it snap… not yet. No, he needs this to last as long as he physically can keep it up and so he knows what he has to do and with all his strength he does it; that once intense pounding slows down until he stops amongst her whimpered mewling.

“What’re you doing?” she stutters, hips desperately trying to buck against him, but he pins them down for a bit.

“Uh, uh,” he shakes his head, “don’t you dare think you’re gonna come yet. You feel too fucking good to let go of.”

Oh shit… Rory is in for it now, but just how much she doesn’t know yet.

“No…no, please… I need you to keep going,” Rory pleads as her throat strains to release the words, water rimming the whites of her eyes. That consuming ache is so deep in her bones it threatens to devour her whole, causing her to rip at the very seams until her entire form is primed like an explosive ready to combust. She can’t breathe, she can’t fucking think; everything is focused on how much the feeling of him is consuming all of her like a fire burning through dry tinder.

A shuddering breath escapes his lips; even stopping doesn’t help much, her body just feels too good and so he has to at least rut carefully against it. “I know, baby, I know,” he groans as he forces her body down to grind her clit into the base of his shaft. “But you don’t want to be done with me just yet, do you?”

That thick, veiny appendage lay inside her, its girth stretching out the walls of her cunt to capacity as it simply rests there throbbing with the beat of his rapid heart rate, stewing in the filthy mess of juices he’s already made between her legs. Rory chokes on a whimper as the stimulation to her clit sends a shockwave through to her toes and she clench them together, gathering some of the sheets into their grip.

“No,” she shakes her head. “I just wanna keep feeling good with you, Noah.”

“I know, sweet girl,” he praises as he leans forward and presses his heated lips to the skin on her stomach, knowing that no matter what she would have said he wasn’t going to let her tap out yet; he needs her pussy like he needs air to survive. “We need to make up for lost time, right? So, that’s what we’re going to do.”

Another couple of minutes of simply breathing, grinding, and focusing on the way the skin of her torso is so soft against his lips and Noah’s far enough from that ledge that he wants to start thrusting full force again. He leans down and wraps his arms around her body and she takes it as a sign that he’s going to start up again, only for him to roll them both until Rory is the one on top now. The movement is unexpected, but she is more than willing to go along with it if it means she can take control of her own pleasure.

As he situates himself under her, his hands roam up and down her sides while he takes a second to enjoy how she looks perched over him: full tits directly in his face, brown hair cascading around her cheeks as she peers down into his face, eyes rolling back in her head every time a sensitive point gets stimulated.

She is a fantasy.

“You are going to ride me for a bit,” he breathes. “Show me how good you ride it, pretty girl. Make my cock your toy.”

As long as he stays inside, she’ll do whatever the hell he wants.

Placing her hands on his hard chest for support while his hands move back to her hips, Noah moves with her up and down until she is bouncing in rhythm to match his racing heartbeat. Pushing down against him, Rory bobs up and down on her knees as best as she can. He told her to use him, but all she wants is for him to make her his living fleshlight, forced to take it all. Her movements start to get sloppy after a time as she can hardly keep herself focused anymore and Noah takes notice, though he is ready with the solution.

His hips start to strike up into her pussy, not wanting to move into a new position just yet. Harder and harder he forces her down to get as deep into her as possible until she can feel bruises rising where his hands have a hold of her, yet his cock is rendering her too fucking dumb to think of anything else other than to keep chasing that high. She whimpers and whines with her mouth hung open as each percussive hit sends shockwaves of euphoria ripping through her. This is too much for anyone to handle: her body being entirely ravaged by him until she is so desperately lost in the pleasure of it all.

Rory can only sit and take every last delectable inch that he gives her as his massive girth stretches her with every thrust of his pelvis upward. The room fills with the wet, sticky music of their bodies slapping against each other as he works her hole as if this is the last chance he will ever get to fuck her and he needs to make it count.

Minute after minute, his full attention is focused solely on watching her to make sure each stroke that drives her closer to that razor’s edge doesn’t push her over and once he reaches that threshold again his thrusting slows until he is simply grinding against her and that building pressure falls away again.

Over and over this happens, Noah edging them both closer and closer before struggling to back off and changing positions in a constant rotation, each position just as mind-numbing as the last now that Rory is fully drunk of the sensation of his cock and him on her pussy. She finds herself on her knees with her head shoved into the mattress and then next she is on her side with him pressed up against her back, she’s bouncing on top with his hand desperately cupping at her tits and then returning to where it all started on her back, all the while the constant humping during the calmer moments keeps her primed and just far enough off the edge that each new round keeps building towards that desperate end.

God damn Noah’s stamina is something of legend, but when he wants something bad enough he will make it work no matter how hard he must push himself. And right now he cannot get enough of her no matter how he tries.

Fuck, her clit is throbbing so hard she’s sure she is going to pass out, the room is so warm her hair is sticking to the sides of her face, the scent of sex pungent with each ragged breath shared between them; every single sense overstimulated to the point of barely being able to process it all as she is perched on his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck, foreheads pressed together tight with eyes shut.

Even the contact from their lips connecting makes Noah gasp from the sensitivity. Rory’s legs are shaking violently now as Noah has slowed once more, every muscle pushed to its limit as he rocks his hips into her. Both of them are sparkling from head to toe, coated with the speckled dew of perspiration to match the absolute mess that’s been made between their hips.

Smooth thighs glisten with that warm, moist, natural lubrication of her cunt as it dribbles out of her and onto the sheets beneath to leave a noticeable dark spot on the bed that’s still warm to the touch. Noah’s mouth waters as the taste buds along his tongue prick to life at the sight, begging to savor all her sweet nectar, but he tells himself to not get ahead of things.

The rest of the night she is going to be his and he will get everything he wants of it all before the end.

Just like Rory, Noah is out of his mind with pleasure. The sensation consumes everything inside him until there is nothing left; the only way he can communicate is through breathy groans and staggered grunts like an animal. He craves to be the blood in her veins, the air in her lungs, the only god damn thing she needs to survive. And that is when he knows that he cannot hold off another second.

Without warning he pulls out of Rory only briefly so that he can aggressively flip her over onto her back, getting into position by kneeling in front of her as he throws her legs onto his broad shoulders before he grips her hips and instantly re-enters her. This is it, though he can’t barely speak, it’s gonna happen whether he is ready or not so he is going to be damned sure to make it go off with a fucking bang.

Again Noah picks up his pace, his abs dripping with sweat as they contract and release after each desperate thrust. Those green eyes close off to the rest of the world, just absorbing every last second of that mind-numbing goodness that he can before he blows.

“F-fuck, Noah…mmmm…” Rory whines her plea as she can feel that warmth rising harshly in the pit of her stomach, “p-please… d-d-don’t stop.”

Her mind is all static, so lost on Noah’s cock that she cannot stand it; it’s overwhelming in its intensity that she actually isn’t entirely sure she wants to come yet. If she could just stay suspended in this moment forever, she’d die happy. All that edging has done its job just as intended though and with a few more strong thrusts of him deep in her core, that is it: like a hot flash of white light she squeals out in unsteady whimpers as her orgasm rips through her with such force she nearly bolts off the bed, her back arching and her hips bucking harshly against him.

And that sets Noah off. He releases a roar, his body writhing as he holds on to her waist for dear life while he milks his cock inside her, coating her walls in his cum until he has no more left in him to give. He sounds wild and it makes her smile; she is the one to make him come with such force he is reduced to nothing more than his basic instincts.

Rory falls back against the bed as her body shakes violently with the force of her orgasm. Never has such intense pleasure overwhelmed her so thoroughly that her limbs tremble uncontrollably before and though the exhaustion overtakes her quickly, it is euphoric. Noah slowly slips himself carefully out of her pussy as he sits back, his overstimulated cock twitching from the sensitivity.

Rory whimpers a little, instantly missing the feeling of him stretching her out and honestly wishing he would have just stayed inside even longer, but she knows if she doesn’t get a break, she isn’t going to survive.

His strong hands hold her shaking legs apart as he sits back on the mattress exhausted and a million miles away, watching as his cum dribbles out of her pussy like honey; god damn did he stuff her to the brim. All she can do is lay there with her eyes shut tight, heart thudding against her ribs as she focuses all her remaining energy on breathing. From her head to the tips of her toes she sparkles with perspiration as if she is decked out in diamonds that shimmer in the low light of the room.

“Christ Noah…gonna kill me,” Rory chuckles lightly, her mouth finally able to do something other than hang open.

Noah brushes his lips softly across her inner thigh. “Not…yet,” his low, gruff voice hits her ears from between her legs.

Why does that sound like a promise?

Her mouth is already forming the question when it instantly dies on her tongue as she feels the firm grip from those strong hands spreading her legs open further as his body slides off the edge of the mattress and onto the floor to sit on his knees with his face level with those dripping lips between her thighs.

“Noah?” she asks hastily as she struggles up onto her elbows to see those light eyes peer up at her just over the mound of her sex.

The corner of Noah’s mouth is barely visible, but she can see it upturn. He may have come, but he is nowhere near finished yet. “Still fucking hungry,” he growls before descending down into the ecstasy of the space in between her thighs.

Noah just needs to buy time until he can get it up again…good thing his tongue is always ready to go. Sharp features are instantly soaked as he dives in without hesitation, the scent of her arousal instantly clinging to his cheeks. His mouth is filled with a combination of both of their flavors as his tongue does what it does best: find her clit like a pleasure-seeking missile. He is ready to get completely lost in her all over again, this time with his first favorite activity and all Rory can do is hold on as he straps her to his face.

Let the feast on her pussy continue…it’s gonna be a long fucking while until he’s done with her.