Love in Gotham

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"Noelle? I heard that you were still at Wayne Manor. This is Oswald; I wanted you to know that I've come back home to stay now. Mother's been laid to rest at her family plot in Metropolis; it didn't seem right to keep her here. I'll miss her, though."

Oswald Cobblepot stood straight as an arrow for the length of the conversation. He tried to be on his best behavior around Noelle, he always had. She was something special, and now she was probably the most important person left in his life.

He stood five foot three in his dress shoes. He was still wearing what he had been wearing on the flight home, the same three-piece black suit he'd worn to the funeral. He favored black in his clothing, he always had, but not for this reason.

"I hear tell that you're looking for work as a domestic," Oswald went on, his chin rising slightly as he chewed on his lip nervously; he would rarely do that around anyone, but he was all alone here. "I couldn't pay you much, but you know the place, and you know what you're getting into with me. And I hope that you still consider me good company."

It had been four years since they'd seen one another regularly. He'd gone off to college, and she had stayed at home, where she'd grown up. With her father and Bruce. He'd been scarcely sixteen years old then, and girls frightened him; not so much any more. But he had thought that there had been something special between him and Noelle then just the same, and here he was hanging on her every word, hoping that she had felt that way too.

"So -- what do you say? Will you come and live with me?" Put that way, it was much closer to what he really wanted to ask her.

 

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Normally, Noelle would have left the phone answering to her father, Alfred Pennyworth. He dealt with everything domestic having to do with Wayne Manor - she certainly helped out where and when she could, enjoyed doing it, and her presence in the house was and had been a delight to the owner of the large estate for years.

At first, she waited to see if her father would indeed pick it up. After four rings, she hurried to pick it up herself, there was no reason Bruce had to miss an important call just because Alfred was busy.

"Wayne Manor, Noelle Pennyworth speaking."

She had just gotten the words out when she heard a voice on the other end she hadn't heard in four years. Well, hadn't heard outside of memories, and a few dreams right after he left. It startled her, surprised her, but she smiled, glad to hear the voice again.

"Noelle? I heard that you were still at Wayne Manor. This is Oswald; I wanted you to know that I've come back home to stay now."

"It's good to hear from you, Oswald, it's been a long time. Is everything okay?"

"Mother's been laid to rest at her family plot in Metropolis; it didn't seem right to keep her here. I'll miss her, though."

She made a sympathetic noise on the other end - she had always been sympathetic towards him. Not like most other women. She had always been compassionate, and her voice was warm and gentle even through the phone. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry... at least she's not in pain anymore."

As he continued to talk, she thought about when she had last seen him. Right before he had left Gotham for college - he had been accepted so early, but that wasn't really a surprise. She had told him often enough that he'd go places, even if in a secret little part of her heart, she had wanted him to always stay right there, where she could see him.

Had he changed at all, she wondered? Four years wasn't exactly a very long time, but anything could change a person. From sixteen to twenty hadn't been a big leap for Noelle Pennyworth - she had matured in looks and ideas a bit, but was still the warm soul she had always been. She still kept her brunette hair trimmed past her shoulders, still favored keeping it down or in a long French braid. She still had big, expressive green eyes with long eyelashes, still favored square-framed glasses rather than contacts. At sixteen, she had been no taller than Oswald himself, and that still held true. She had grown into her body a bit more - her narrow hips had rounded out a bit, her legs were more defined. She was better at applying her slight dusting of make-up than she had been at sixteen.

All in all though, she hadn't changed too much.

"So -- what do you say? Will you come and live with me?"

Noelle's answer was almost immediate. "Friends are always there for each other, aren't they? I can be there tomorrow if that's not too early."

When they had settled on a time for her to arrive at the Cobblepot estate, she started to say goodbye, then changed her mind. "It'll be really nice to see you -- I did miss you. Goodbye, Oswald." She gently set the phone back in it's cradle and stood there for a moment, simply thinking - about the years that had passed, about her old friend, about their time together and some feelings she had never felt brave enough to voice.

But there were things to be done - clothes and a few items to be packed, but before that, she'd have to tell her father and Bruce about her new job.

 

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No sooner had Oswald Cobblepot hung up the ohone than he did a little dance. She was glad to hear from him -- she was coming to move in tomorrow! All the gloom from the funeral was washed away by the glorious dawn that Noelle Pennyworth created in Oswald's mind.

He fairly ran up the stairs and got out of his suit, hanging it up even though he would be taking it to the cleaners. Almost always, Oswald took good care of his clothes. The shoes went into their places on the rack on the floor of his closet, the socks into the hamper along with the a-shirt and finally his boxers.

He'd been elated even more by the tenderness in her voice than anything else, by the way she called him Honey. But he walked back over to the big monitor he'd had up all day displaying the face of Noelle Pennyworth; he didn't have a good body shot of her.

He picked up the bottle of baby oil he kept there, and began applying it to his cock, his eyes on the monitor. He'd have to clean up the mess he was about to make before she arrived here tomorrow.

 

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Noelle had wanted to tell her father and Bruce Wayne the news first. Instead, she found herself heading for her room, shutting the door quietly behind her as she sat on the bed and pulled out the top drawer of her nightstand table. There were a few things inside - some small pieces of jewelry, she didn't have enough to keep in a box; small tins and bottles of lotions; a hairbrush and comb; her sewing box.

She opened the sewing box and pawed through the piles of thread and a pillowcase she had started to embroider, until she came across a four year old photo she had put there to keep it safe. She cupped it in one hand, and with the other gently ran a finger against the nervously smiling face in the photograph. She had always thought him handsome, and he had always been a gentleman towards her, even when they were younger. Not to say Bruce hadn't been, but he had always been able to get the girl, any girl he wanted. Besides from the fact that she would never want to distress her father, she had honestly never felt good enough for Bruce. He was the handsome wealthy playboy, intelligent and suave.

Not to say she couldn't hold her own - she might not have had a college degree, but their numerous games of chess were heated, hard-won affairs. She wasn't some country bumpkin, she had been raised by her very literate father after all, and could quote Shakespeare with him all day. But she had always felt rather plain next to many of the glamorous girlfriends Bruce gravitated towards. But Oswald... Oswald had never made her feel plain.

She leaned down and softly kissed the picture - something she hadn't done for three years, something that she had never worked up the courage to really do. Not in real life anyway. In the few dreams she had had of him, she had always had the courage - had been rather insistent, in fact, grabbing him and planting one right where it had counted. The first time she dreamed it had seemed silly. The second time she could have sworn she felt a heat on her lips when she woke up. The third time there had been tongue. And then there had been the last dream, the fourth one...

Her cheeks still managed to heat up to an apple red flush when she remembered that dream. It hadn't been her first sex dream by any means, but it had been the first that she had woken up from, gasping for breath and panties wet. It had seemed so real, the way she took him in hand, she remembered how it had throbbed and stiffened and she had given it a kiss too.

It wasn't only her cheeks that heated up either - she could feel a warmth, starting between her generous thighs. She stood up hastily and put the picture back in the sewing box, closing it and the drawer. She had to start getting ready, but first thing's first: she had to seek out Father and Bruce and tell them the news.

Taking a few deep breaths, she felt herself slowly cooling down and hurried out of her room and through the manor. The quicker she told them, the quicker she could get to the business of packing. She felt her heart give a great big thump at the idea of seeing Oswald after so long.

 

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Oswald pulled his desk chair over a few inches so he could sit directly in front of the monitor, and clearly pronounced the word slideshow. The screen began slowly going through the collection of photographs he had collected while in college -- the collection of photographs of Noelle, that is.

Most of them were from the Internet. A few had been taken by a private detective of his acquaintance, mostly while Noelle had been shopping or otherwise out on the town. There was no way to get pictures of her at Wayne Manor, where she spent almost all of her time. The closest thing he had to a nude shot was Noelle in a small bikini, at a swimming pool.

Oswald didn't need cheesecake, though. The fact that this was Noelle was really all he needed; he could have done this nearly as well in total darkness with just his memories and his imagination.

His hand was busy all the time. Once in a while he had to apply a little more of the baby oil, which gave off a light, pleasant scent.

It didn't take all that long before he could no longer look at the pictures, anyway. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, as his hand raced back and forth up and down the length of his cock. People said that he had a big nose, and so he did; well, he had a big cock, too.

The jism began to roil back in the area of his prostate, or at least that was whet it felt like to Oswald. Someday he might actually take the trouble to learn how the anatomy there really worked. But then the glorious event happened, and he felt the hot liquid shoot up and through the length of his cock, bringing exquisite pleasure every micron of its way, shooting out of the tip so far that it splattered against the surface of the monitor.

The one word played over and over again in his mind. "Honey." he heard, in Noelle's beloved voice.

 

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Noelle knew the manor well enough - after all, she had lived here for as long as she could remember - and found Alfred up on a ladder in the humongous Wayne Manor library, putting a few books up. The ladder was sturdy enough, and it wasn't as if the stalwart butler was really old, but she still shook her head at the idea of him being up on such a high ladder.

"Daddy, you really should let me -"

Her father chuckled and finished putting the books up quickly, then came down the ladder to give her a hug. She smiled and pressed her face into his neck, taking a whiff of the pleasant aftershave he wore.

"I've got some good news, Daddy. You remember Oswald? Oswald Cobblepot? He called today - he wants to hire me."

Alfred remembered the Cobblepot boy well enough. Not a bad young man, a bit nervous but Noelle had liked him and that was enough for him. He smiled down at her and led her out of the library with his arm around her waist.

"I had to say yes... and I know it's a little fast, but I'll be going over there tomorrow."

"That does seem quite fast dear - are you sure?"

"Yes, Daddy. I... I really want to do this. Besides, the Cobblepot Esates aren't that far off."

Alfred loved his daughter and only wanted what was best for her. She seemed excited about the job, but still - he would miss her. He kissed her forehead. "Just don't forget about your poor old father."

"Oh, Daddy... now, where's Bruce? I need to tell him."

Alfred had pointed her in the right direction to find Bruce in the Manor - the place was so huge, it was like a treasure hunt finding one person - but had let her go to tell him alone. She wondered what Bruce's reaction would be, as she walked through the halls of the mansion - there had always been some attraction between them, no one could deny that, but besides some heavy petting once in a while, it had never escalated into anything serious.

"Bruce? You in here? I wanted to talk to you."

 

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Noelle Pennyworth was intelligent and perceptive. She knew most of Wayne Manor as well as anyone, and she was alert and actively looking for him. Short of someone with special training or super powers, Bruce Wayne could not ask for a better challenge to his skills at stealth.

"Right here," came the answer from about a yard behind her. "As I always will be, whenever you need me." He closed the distance as she turned, walking up to take her hands. "What did you want to talk about?"

While there was that playful glint in his eyes that told her that Bruce was feeling flirty and probably outright randy, she could see that he sensed that she had something important to say, too. He was very, very good at reading people, and he had grown up with Noelle, whom he probably knew better than he knew anyone else in the world. Yes, he wanted sex, but he also loved her, more in a brotherly way than any other.

There was a lift to his voice as he studied her face and body language. "Something has made you extrremely happy, hasn't it?"

 

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Noelle jumped a bit in surprise when she heard his voice. He always managed to surprise her, and when she turned to look at him, her lips were pooched out in a rather cute pout.

"We're not twelve anymore, Bruce - you're ninja act isn't cute, you know." But her pout had turned into a teasing smile as she said it, as she squeezed his hands. Before she could even tell him the good news, he had read it in her smile, her excitedly tense body, her gleaming eyes.

"Am I that easy to read?" she laughed. "Do you remember Oswald Cobblepot? Little smart guy, he got accepted into college at sixteen? Well... he just called. He's back in Gotham and he wants to hire me." She paused, thinking about what to say next. "He sounded like he could really use a friend as well, so... I know it's a little fast, but I'll be heading over there tomorrow."

The fact was, she didn't know how Bruce would take this news. She didn't think he'd be angry, but she did know he'd likely worry about her just like her father would. She stepped a bit closer to him, squeezing his hands again. "It's not too far away, you know. I'll still come and visit you and Daddy a lot." She never wanted him to think that she would be gone from his life forever. She cared about Bruce deeply, and wanted to always be there for him like he was there for her.

"Looks like you're pretty happy yourself, though..." Her voice lowered a bit into a teasing purr. "Or pretty horny, I can never tell the difference with you..."

 

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"Of course I remember Oswald!" Bruce grinned. "First kid I ever met who was smarter than me. And even in prep schools, there are always bullies, and I looked out for him. I understand that he has a bright future as a computer programmer. And I remember most of all how gloomy you were affter he went away."

The grin became a simple, uncomplicated smile. "If you were going to work for anybody else, I'd say that it was too slow. And if it doesn't work out, there or anyplace else you ever go, this will always be your home and your refuge if you want it to be. But I'm very, very happy for you."

That made a good segue. "And whenever I'm happy, I'm horny. You know that. I can be horny without being happy, but right now I'm both. I have some very selfish reasons for wanting to see you remain in the neighborhood, you know."

That teasing purr in her voice always got Bruce where he lived. Had he been thinking about something else entirely, Noelle could have him hot in ready in ten seconds of that tone of voice. Selina could do that to him, too.

She had a hold of his hands, so Bruce just leaned forward and kissed her, lips apart, his tongue invading her mouth.

 

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Pleased at his reaction, her smile became even more open, as she did a sort of dance, shifting her hips from side to side, the fabric of her pencil skirt rustling, still holding onto his hands. "You're wonderful Bruce, you know that?"

She knew using that tone of voice would get to him - it always did, and it was a specialty of hers, making a guy feel like he was the only one she wanted with just a few words. As he leaned in, her eyelids dropped a bit and her lips parted, ready for the kiss - she accepted it with a soft moan, her toes curling in her sheer stockings and flats.

She let go of his hands, sliding her arms up to wrap around his neck, her own tongue wrapping around and wrestling with his. His kisses always made her breathless, and she quickly felt a warmth blooming in her stomach and between her strong, thick thighs, no doubt helped along by the memory of her dreams of kissing Oswald.

When the kiss broke, she smiled and pressed close to him, her soft, round breasts - covered in nothing but a silky bra and a white dress shirt - moving against his chest.

"Private?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. It had become their simple way of saying that Alfred could be just around the corner, and it would be wiser to find somewhere more private to conduct any "physical business".

 

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Bruce took a deep breath, drawing in her scent, before he let her go for the moment. "Private," he agreed. "My room is closer than yours."

He took a step back and composed himself. The one good thing about Noelle moving out would be that he could see her without the risk that her father would find out. Neither one of them knew how Alfred would really react to that -- he might be fine with it, but he might not. Better not to take the chance.

They walked side by side up the steps and down the hallway, and into the master bedroom. When Bruce locked those doors, even Alfred did not enter, unless it was for more than 24 hours -- and even then he would try calling on the phone first.

Bruce locked those doors.

Pivoting, he walked right back over to Noelle, and gave her the sly, knowing smile he rarely used with anyone else. This was the one person in the world who knew him the best. The one person in the world, save only her father, whom he most trusted and loved. He always knew that she would go away, but it was still painful; no matter how happy she was, and how happy he was for her, things would inevitably change between them. Especially since it was Oswald, the one man with whom Bruce could never successfully compete. He had realized early on that Noelle's heart would never be his, and he had accepted that and begun to look elsewhere; but she was still when all was said and done, to this day the most important woman in his life.

"You may need to buy a new shirt," he said quietly, and ripped the one she had on open, sending the buttons flying in all directions, bouncing off of his chest. He was astonishingly fast, and before she had time to react, he had her really very lovely silk bra, which deserved more attention, off of her too, and his mouth was covering the first breast he could bare.

 

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If anyone had spotted them when they started to walk towards his bedroom, they would have thought nothing of it. They didn't move in a hurry, and it wouldn't be uncommon for Bruce to be showing Noelle something in a part of the house, or for her to tidy up in his bedroom. But her hips did have a more pronounced swish to them as she followed him, a little secret smile on her face.

Despite their years at the manor together - growing up, hitting puberty at almost the exact same time, almost always being in close contact with one another, and being two very passionate souls - and despite many clandestine meetings in a locked bedroom (and sometimes the living room when Alfred was out and they were assured a few hours of privacy), Noelle had yet to give herself entirely to Bruce. Not to say he hadn't tried, but he always respected her decision. And she had always been willing with her soft, gentle hands and her warm mouth. In fact, she had grown quite adept at getting Bruce off with a simple, loving blowjob, and enjoyed it.

She wasn't adverse to the fact of him being her first at all, either. She had thought about it many times - about finally letting go, letting him take her - and the thought excited her. But in the back of her mind, there had always been one thing - the memory of a person - that had stopped her. She knew that if she could really pick anyone in the whole world to be her first, that it wouldn't have been Bruce. Ask her to pick fifty times, and every time she would have picked the same person - Oswald Cobblepot.

Noelle knew it was likely silly to hold out just because he had returned to Gotham. Four years wasn't long, but it was long enough - he could have a girlfriend, a fiance, maybe to him she was just a friend and could never be anything more. But there was a chance, and to Noelle, a chance was good enough.

Seeing that sly smile, she offered him one right back, a twinkle in her eyes. She let just the tip of her tongue slip out and wet her plush pink lips and reached up to tuck some hair behind her ear.

Before she could do more than that however, Bruce was on her, ripping her shirt off her. She gasped, but the gasp quickly turned into a delighted moan as she felt his warm lips sealing over a rosy nipple. With one hand she reached up, stroking it through his hair, the other went to her other breast, gently squeezing it and lightly, teasingly bouncing the flesh against his face.

"I did like that shirt you know - at the very least, you could - a-aah, ooh - mmm, let me ruin one of yours, you have a thousand..." She couldn't help but tease him, even during such a passionate moment - she'd keep at him until she had her mouth too full for talking.

"C-careful Brucey, you know how sensitive those are..."

 

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Bruce had liked that shirt too, actually. He just had his priorities straight.

"I didn't rip anything other than the buttons," Bruce said, looking up at her for a brief moment. "We can hunt them down later. In between."

Yes, he did know how sensitive her breasts were. He went back to oversensitizing the one on which he had already begun.

His hands ran up and down her sides. He hoped that Noelle would let him truly take her today, but while he would always ask, he had even less expectation of success today than usually. Oswald was back. If Noelle was saving herself for anybody, it was for him; Bruce hoped that the little guy appreciated what he had. If Cobblepot ever mistreated Noelle, God help him. Bruce would beat him within an inch of his life.

Ah, there was the fastening to that lovely pencil skirt. Bruce was very deft with his hands, and off it came.

 

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Noelle wanted to reply back to him, with something cheeky and teasing, but her mind was beginning to fog, as she started to simply focus on his mouth and tongue tasting her, the way he kissed and licked her skin. She had never been a hard to please girl, her body sensitive in all the right places. A simple look could make her legs tremble, a hot breath on the back of her neck or cheek would make her start to burn - just like the way her legs were trembling now, just like the way her skin felt like hot fire was running right underneath it instead of blood.

Gracefully, she stepped out of the skirt as he pulled it down, now left in just her black sheer stockings, her flats, and a snug black thong. Her neck and shoulders were slim, her breasts round and a good handful for most men. Her waist slid inwards, then rounded back out at her hips, with strong, elegant legs and small, sweet feet holding her up. She could have easily modeled for Bouguereau's Birth of Venus.

"Your turn," she said - purred it in that tone of voice she knew drove him wild, as she reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up and over his arms and head before dropping it carelessly to the floor. Then her fingers went to the fly of his pants, idly brushing against the material covering his crotch.

 

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Bruce could sense the trembling in her legs. Giving Noelle the time to undress him would let her recover enough that he could do all of that to her over again, and then some. He cooperated as she took off his shirt and stood still for her when she began to deal with his trousers.

Of course he was hard for her. He was hung like the hero he was, not really fitting in those tight pants. He was more than eager for her to let him out of that prison.

"I hope I've taught you well," he said, at the risk of breaking the tone. He wasn't at all sure that she'd ever been with anyone else besides him, and Bruce had been by no means faithful to her. Ror the first time, he realized that that may have been a mistake.

 

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Her slim fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, but didn't pull them down, not yet. She had always rather liked the look of a man springing from his pants, and she slid her hand down his muscled stomach, down, down... until she felt him and squeezed softly.

She turned her gaze up to him when he spoke, one of her eyebrows raising slightly. Then she merely smiled, a little exasperated grin. With her free hand, she reached up, softly running a finger down his lips before leaning up to kiss him, a gentle kiss rather than the passionate one they had shared before.

"I love you, Bruce." She looked into his eyes to make sure he knew she really meant it, then kissed his neck, his broad shoulders, and began to make her way down his chest, gracefully sliding down until she was on her knees, looking up at him as she brushed her smooth cheek against his length, up and down a few times before she started to peck light kisses on his skin, working herself from the base to his tip, and then back down again. She liked to tease, take things slow, make the fire and passion last.

He had been the only one she had ever been with in any fashion. She didn't begrudge him his girlfriends - there had been times she had been jealous, when she was younger, but those feelings had settled. After all, it would have been hypocritical for her to be jealous - didn't her heart belong to Oswald? Noelle had a feeling Bruce knew that.

This time, she slowly licked her way up, her tongue flattening out to sweep against as much sensitive skin as she could, before she gently took his tip between her lips, sucking and flicking her tongue against him. One hand curled around his base, gently stroking and jerking as her mouth began to move lower on him, taking him deeper.

 

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"I love you, too, Noelle," he replied, in a gentle tone of voice almost at odds with the heat of the moment, which he certainly felt. His smile as she slid her cheek against his manhood was also incongruosly sentimental.

Bruce Wayne was just used to being in control of a situation, even one where he was at a disadvantage. He knew, whether he was battling in a boardroom or a back alley, how to turn the advantages of a foeman against him.

This just wasn't that sort of a sitation. No matter what he did, Noelle was leaving. The best he could do was let it happen, to acquiesce gracefully. He had that acceptance in him, it was not an impossible thing for him to compass, but he had to reach deep down to do it; it went profoundly against the grain.

Thankfully, Noelle thoroughly distracted him from all of this. The course of her tongue against him, of her hands and her lips, her very posture -- he loved the feeling of towering over her -- he could never not be swept up by all these things, and he would never want not to. The fact that she could do this, that he had shared more intimate moments with her than any other two or three women -- it was all part, if a small part, of the reasons that he did love her so.

He let his head drift a little bit backwards, and his eyes went up to the ceiling for a moment before he closed them. By cutting off his sight, he could concentrate more on what he was feeling.

 

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Noelle smiled to herself as she watched him tip his head back, a lot of the pleasure she felt was from being able to make him feel so good. Her free hand, which had been on his hip, slid down and between her legs, easily shifting her thong to the side to work her fingers against her slick, hot pussy. The hand that was around him squeezed tenderly, a pleased but muffled moan leaving her as she got her lips halfway down his cock.

It had taken her a long time to work her way past that point, to overcome the almost suffocating feeling of having more of him sliding down her mouth, into her throat. Now she could do it easily enough, and as she gently pinched her clit between her fingers, she let go of him so she could finally work her way down all the way, until her bottom lip was pressing up against his sac. She choked once, then swallowed - her throat squeezing around him pleasantly before she pulled back, taking in a deep breath as she massaged her saliva into his skin with her hand, giving his tip a loud kiss.

"You taste so good, you always do," she murmured appreciatively, beginning to swirl her tongue around his tip like he was a piece of candy. She had been between his legs many a time before, but the weight of him on her tongue and his taste still got to her, made her quiver with pleasure. Still jerking and stroking his dick, she leaned in, gently sucking some of the loose and sensitive skin of his sac between her lips. This would be the last time she would get to do this - at least for a while - and she wanted to drive him wild.

 

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Having long since learned always to think tactically, Bruce had positioned the two of them where he would have a dresser he could lean against, bracing himself with one of his arms. Noelle could always get him to the point where if he did not have such a prop he could feel his legs going out from under him.

She had tasted his precum, and soon enough she would suck the jism right out of him. Once again, the sound of her brought him greater excitement, this time through her moans. The way her lower lip moved against the front of his cock was exquisite; maybe because she limited herself to oral sex, she was the very best at it.

He shook; if he hadn't been using the one arm for balance, he would have fallen. His other hand was alongside her head, caressing her, and now it clenched around her hair. He groaned, he choked, and the inevitable came to pass as the sperm spasmed out of him.

 

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Her one hand worked faster between her legs as she tasted his precum. She could feel a pleasant tightening sensation, in her stomach and lower, as her tongue seemed to take on an excited life of it's own. No more slow teasing, now she wrapped her lips around him, jerking him off into her mouth while her tongue wrapped around and bucked against him, soft and wet and hot, wonderfully exquisite.

Her sounds of pleasure weren't just for his benefit either - she really did love seeing him so excited, really did love the taste of him. As her moans became louder - almost whimpers now - she could feel him twitching, getting ready, and she worked her mouth back down halfway.

She felt her pussy hot and throbbing, quivering and clenching. Her body tensed and shook with his, and as he came in her mouth and she tasted his hot, sticky jism, she reached her peak as well, reaching up with her other hand to clutch at his hip as her body arched forward and she let out a soft, trembling cry.

It took her a long moment for her to regain her composure, before she looked up and smiled slyly at him, though the smile was still a bit shaky, her eyes slightly glazed over. "Feel better, handsome?"

 

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"Never in my life have I felt better," he replied, lowering himself down to sit briefly on his haunches. "It's your turn now, Beautiful." Bruce was still reeling a little from his orgasm, but he would not dream of delaying giving her the same sort of pleasure which she had just given to him.

Carefully, he lifted her into his arms, rising as he did so, and carried her over to his bed; he sould still feel her trembling. Laying her out atop it, he kissed her lightly on the lips. Lingering there for a moment, he finally went around to the foot of the bed, where he could kneel between her legs.

Sliding one hand along the inside of her calf, he smiled yet again, asking, "Are you ready again yet, darling?"

 

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Noelle smiled at his action, gently squeezing his hips before he kneeled down. Leaning up, she kissed him softly just as he picked her up, which made her giggle quietly and wrap her arms around him.

"What a gentleman," she cooed, getting comfortable as he lay her on the bed, feeling the silk sheets underneath her. She stretched out on them, watching as he got between her legs.

"I don't think I'm ever ready for what you do to me, but let's pretend I am..." She could feel her body reacting, heating up again, her muscles tensed and quivering in expectation.

 

[tcost]

"You do bring out the gentleman in me, you know." It was true; Bruce was not so civilized when bedding some of his other lovers. "You're a good influence on me. Downright benign."

Settling into place as she replied, he regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, and said, "Then perhaps I should be more careful about foreplay. We aren't in any kind of a hurry, after all."

He reached down with his right hand and picked up her left foot. He leaned forward long enough to plant a brief kiss on the top of her big toe, and then began massaging the foot fairly gently, but deeply enough to do some good. It was one more way to give her pleasure, and one more way to make this time last a little longer for them both.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

"Who knows what you'd be doing out there if it wasn't for me? Pillaging and setting fire to the village, no doubt," she teased. Again she stretched, enjoying the feeling of his sheets rubbing up against her bare back. She wasn't tired - in fact, she was feeling quite energetic - but she was in such a comfortable place and position, she could have easily fallen asleep right there.

However, when he took hold of her foot, she jolted upwards a bit, onto her elbows, watching him almost suspiciously for a moment. When she saw him kiss her big toe and then simply begin to massage her foot, she slowly relaxed back. Her feet were well taken care of, just like the rest of her, and extremely soft.

They were another thing too... "Don't go tickling my feet now. You're being so sweet and I wouldn't want to ruin the moment by accidentally kicking you in the teeth." She liked that they could tease one another even when they were being intimate - she liked that they could have fun with it and still be passionate.

 

[tcost]

"You vixen you, you're such a temptress sometimes, I swear," Bruce retorted, running the tip of his index finger along the muscle that ran from the ball of her big toe back to her heel. "If not for you, I'd be crossing streets away from intersections and taking books out of the library without checking them out. I would be a menace to society, and it would all be due to your neglect."

Leaning forward, he swiped the tip of his tongue along the convex part of her inner ankle. "Tell me, then, where should I particularly avoid tickling you? I mean, I wouldn't want to tickle you in the worst possible place if I accidentally tickled you at all. Accidentally."

He set aside her left foot, supplying another kiss, and set to work on the other one. First, though, he leaned forward and gnawed on her knee with his upper teeth for a moment, making a comical sound.