Forbidden Fantasies

Chapter Thirteen

Noah finished cooking dinner and we sat down to eat. I must admit that Noah really knows his way around the kitchen. His stir-fry was absolutely amazing and it melted in my mouth. I scarfed down my food far too quickly and was left with a slight protrusion of my stomach as I couldn't eat another bite. I leaned back in my chair and groaned as I rubbed my stomach.

"Get enough to eat, baby? Looks like you're going to explode." He laughed. 

"Hey, shut up. It's your fault I'm so full." I played.

"Oh really? Just because I'm a master in the kitchen?" He said as he started cleaning up after us.

"Well, that. And you pumped me so full of cum, I barely had room for actual food." I heard a plate crash into the sink and I couldn't help but smile a devilish grin, knowing full well what kind of effect my words had on him.

The next thing I know, he's behind me, enveloping me in his strong arms, kissing my neck. I tilt my head to allow him access and moan at the sensation.

"I don't know about you, Abigail. But I love filling you with my cum." I turned my head to face him.

"You're cum is my new favorite food, especially when you cum like that."

I reached my hand over my shoulder and grabbed onto the back of his neck, pulling his lips back into mine. He moaned into my mouth, as I moaned into his as we continued to consume each other. Reluctantly, Noah pulled away from me and readjusted himself.

"I believe, per your agenda, a movie is next." I stood and walked over to him, placing my hands on his chest.

"Or we could skip the movie and go straight to the fucking me however you'd like." Noah's breath hitched and he groaned at my words.

"As much as I'd love to do that, I promised you the perfect weekend and that's what I plan on giving you." His eyes were soft yet filled with compassion. He was really trying to make this weekend special for me after making me feel the way he did earlier.

"But, Noah, this weekend has been perfect. I can't explain to you enough how wonderful you've been all day."

"I just don't want you to think that sex is all that I want from you because it's not. I want everything about you. I want to spend time with you. To laugh with you. To spoil you. All I want, Abigail, is you. And to make you happy."

"Oh, Noah. I want all that with you. And I know that this isn't just about sex anymore. You've more than proved that to me."

"But I don't think I've shown you what you actually are to me, Abigail."

"What do you mean?" I stared at Noah, puzzled as he took a deep breath.

"Abigail. I have never really been a relationship kind of guy. I have never been a one-woman kind of guy either. But ever since you walked into my life, you're all that I can think about. Ever since our first night together, you are all that I've wanted, and the day you tried to walk away, it made me realize that I'm not ready to lose you. Abigail, you have this strange hold on me, and I can't shake it no matter how hard I try."

He took a deep breath, wrapping his arms around me.

"Abigail, I want you in my life. I want to fall asleep next to you at night and I want to wake up next to you in the mornings. I want you here with me, all the time. This is so unusual for me because I have never once thought of bringing a woman to my home, ever. And yet, now, I can't imagine you leaving."

My eyes water with each word that comes out of his mouth because I know that I feel the exact same way he does. My heart swells as he continues.

"Obviously I'm not asking you to move in or anything like that, but I am asking you to be mine. All mine. Because I can't stand the thought of anyone else touching you, or kissing you. I, selfishly, want you all to myself and in return, I'm giving you all of me. I'm yours. All yours. If you'll have me." I smile warmly at him.