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Part 11- Glimpses

Author's notes-
I know it has been a while since I updated this story. I apologize. Thanks for hanging in there. 

Because the next parts are very detailed and erotic and I  don't want to censor them, I am not including them here. You can go to my site www.venisnyteswrites.blogspot.com and read parts 6, 7, and 8 in their entirety. Here I will try to give you glimpses of things that happened in between the mind-blowing sex.  The next update part 12 will basically be picking up after part 8 on the blog.

From part 6-

 His apartment home was minimally decorated and spacious. There were no unnecessary knickknacks. It was almost cold. Stairs were ahead leading off to the right. I assumed that is where we were heading.

A light came on to the left and he guided me to a stainless steel gourmet kitchen. Impressive. Releasing my hand. Noel got the kettle and went to the sink and filled it with water and turned on the gas burner. 

click whoosh. 

 Hmm, He chose a vintage kitchen. Interesting. Most people of means in this century had fully automated electric ones powered primarily by solar or nu-clear energy, a safe derivative from the long-ago dangerous days of nuclear power. Basically, everything was touch and voice-activated. Certainly, no fossil fuels are being used due to their sparsity and cost.

"You have a gas stove," I said a bit incredulously
"I know, I'm a bit of a relic" He answered in an unapologetic tone

I sat in one of the high back chairs at the granite top island. The flames licked the bottom of the kettle. He reached into a canister to his right and removed a teabag.
"I hope green tea is okay," Noel said, finally turning around to face me and removing his jacket. His erection, while not as pronounced as it was earlier, was still quite visible. He walked over and put his jacket on the back of the chair I was not occupying and walked back to the stove. "Turn off the kettle," I said "What?" He said "I thought...'' "Turn....off ...the ...kettle," I said slowly, more purposeful, climbing off the barstool and sauntering over to him. He reached behind him not bothering to turn around or break eye contact and clicked off the burner. He leaned back, resting against the stove. "Lissa" he started. I reached out to him pulling him forward and walked behind him rubbing against him almost like a cat as I went. I pressed my breasts into his back.

I kissed Noel lightly on the back of his neck just above his collar and unhooked his tie. I breathed lightly on the back of his ear. Goosebumps rose down the length of his neck. A deep flush speckled his skin. I pulled his bow tie free and dropped it on the floor "Come with me..." I said

(go here to finish this part https://venisnyteswrites.blogspot.com/2021/04/the-ties-that-bind-part-6.html )

From part 7-

 It started as he kissed me. A soft drumming sound. Was that his pulse again? It was beating strong and loud almost drowning out the music. I immediately tried to turn down the sound. The hunger cramps in my stomach I felt in the diner the other day, returned with a vengeance, causing my abdomen and center to clench uncontrollably and hard. Noel swore as the sensation rolled mercilessly through him...

 He was trying to show me with his body that this was more than a chance encounter. For him, it was so much more, meant so much more. His mind was awash in waves of bright red, pink, and brown. White, blue, and yellow swirled along the outside. His innermost character, laid bare for me to see. This was not just sex to him. He was truly making love to me.

 "Oh!" I exclaimed just as he swirled his hips once again. Noel took my gasp as a hint to keep doing that move and honestly it felt so good, I was more than happy to let him. I could hear the quickening of his heart and his pulse throbbed under my lips which were now moving back and forth over his neck in the same rhythmic motion his thrusting hips were making. I fed his mind our combined pleasure in a wave of overwhelming sensation. His body was molded to mine in heat and sweat. His muscles burning, constricting in the act of giving and receiving pleasure.

My gums ached again and as I opened my mouth in a gasp of pleasure my tongue touched the tip of something sharp in my mouth.