Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Noelle wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not. She was a twenty-seven years old business owner with an agreeable disposition and she worked very hard.
Love was something she never thought she’d have. As for sex, well, she’d always been open to the idea, but let’s face it, she was mousy. Not just her looks, but her personality as well.
She wasn’t particularly tall. Her body had some padding, but it wasn’t enough to be called curvy like her best friend, Joss. Her hair was brown, her skin pale, well, she had nice blue eyes. But nothing like the teal of Sander’s eyes.
Sander who was owning her mouth like he’d die if he didn’t have a taste of her. Holy crap. This was the most intense kiss of Noelle’s life. She clung to his broad shoulders like some whimpering maiden in a fairytale, but damn it if, if she let go, she just might slide to the floor in a puddle of lust.
He growled against her lips, his tongue probing the inside of her mouth, sending shivers of desire through her body. Noelle almost groaned in frustration when he broke the kiss and started tugging on her top.
“I guess my panty and bra sets aren’t a total waste of money after all,” she murmured as he pulled her sweater over her head.
“What?” Sander’s head cocked to the side as if he was trying to make sense of her words.
“Nothing,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his head back down to her. he was so tall, and incredibly sexy.
She kissed him without restraint. Noelle didn’t know enough about sex to play coy games or sophisticated flirtations. She only knew she wanted him and hoped he wanted her enough to overlook any clumsiness. The thought of her red and white striped bikini briefs with her white lace demi bra gave her confidence.
Her hair might be flat, but Noelle had no such problem in the chest department. His growl of appreciation as his hands found her full breasts sent zaps of pleasure straight through her core.
No, no more thoughts or second-guessing. He was the only thing that existed in that moment. Chills shot through her body as he squeezed and tugged. Their kisses grew hotter and deeper with each passing second.
His big body seemed to swallow hers as he enveloped her with his warmth. His skilled lips and tongue were positively sinful as he stroked and tasted her slightly damp skin. She was putty in his arms.
Noelle had been kissed before, but never like this. Electric currents sparked from his fingertips as they circled the base of her spine, down over her hips, and around her full buttocks. He ground his hips against her soft belly and groaned into her mouth, a sound she echoed.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a freight train. Noelle’s skin seemed to scream out for his touch, and when he did trace the fingertips of his right hand over her body, oh, sheer pleasure hummed through her from the center of her being to every nerve-ending.
He held her against him with his left hand, the one that was missing a few fingers. Not that she cared, he was perfect in her eyes. It was the way he held her tight against him that gave her pause. As if he feared she would run away given the chance.
I’m not going anywhere, she thought. She chose this, chose to be there with him. Yes, she thought, I am staying here with you.
She reached up with her hands, forgetting all her clumsy shyness. She wrapped them firmly around his neck and pressed herself fully against his chest kissing him back with everything she had.
It was true, she didn’t know anything about him. Only that he was probably a Werewolf and that she had never felt so alive as when he was kissing her. More than that, an overwhelming sense of rightness filled her. As if she belonged there, with him. Yes.
All her life she wished for a happily ever after. She’d thought she was blessed being born on Christmas Day, and yet she’d always felt so alone. Till now.
Sander made her feel alive. True, he had a sort of sadness about him. She didn’t quite understand it. After all, how could someone so beautiful be sad? Maybe if she kept kissing him, that look would vanish.
Noelle ran her hands through his thick, wavy hair, down his muscled back and, finally to his perfectly formed ass. Before she knew it, she was the aggressor. Kissing and tasting, putting his hands where she wanted them and ignoring his flinch when she brushed against the left one. She held his wrist firm when he would have pulled away and opened her eyes.
“Maybe we should stop,” his whisper was more grunt than words.
“No, Sander, I don’t want to stop.”
Noelle felt his hesitation. She took his left hand and brought it to her lips, never breaking eye contact. She kissed his fingertips and the scar where the rest of his fingers should be.
Then, she lifted it to her lace-covered breast. He hissed out a breath as Noelle’s head sagged backwards. She sighed and fit herself more fully into his hand. Using his long fingers to caress her exposed flesh and, finally, after tugging one breast free, she held him tight against her, using his fingertips to tease her sensitive nipple. She groaned at the sensation.
“Noelle,” he breathed her name, making it sound more like a wish than a statement, “Noelle,” once more against her throat and she shuddered under his lips and tongue as he kissed his way from her neck to her mouth.
Before she knew it, they were both almost nude. Clothing littered the floor, hers and his both. He reached down and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. She swallowed his grunt of approval as she wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to kiss him.
When she opened her eyes again, they were in a bedroom decorated in soft grays. She leaned back as he placed her on the massive bed and loomed over her with his big body. His body tensed as he took her in with his eyes.
She appreciated his beauty in that moment. His muscular frame was perfection itself. Never having done this before, she exhaled as anxiety threatened to take over.
Before she had time to freak out, he kissed her. His lips travelled down her neck, exposing the soft side of her throat to his tongue and teeth. Next, he found the tops of her breasts. She nearly leapt out of her skin when his hot mouth closed over one lace covered nipple. She groaned out his name as he tugged on her tight little bud with his teeth. Her eyes flew open at the tide of pleasure and landed on the most beautiful piece of artwork she’d ever seen hanging on his wall.
“That’s beautiful,” she gasped, and he looked up to see what she was staring at.
A tapestry, she thought, but it was entirely unique. It glistened and glittered in the white light coming from the enormous window. It was a scene of a snow-covered field with huge, snow-frosted trees and a frozen creek running down the middle.
A perfect picture of winter beauty, still and serene. The one bit of color came from a single red cardinal that sat perched on a silvery branch. The only bit of warmth in that glittery gray world. Noelle loved it.
“Like it?”
“Oh, yes. Where did you get it? It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“I made it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I weave tapestries, it’s how I process my life’s experiences, I guess. I just feel the desire in me to create and I must,” he talked for a moment more about his art while she listened underneath him, clad in nothing but her panties and yet it seemed right. She realized these were things he’d never shared with anyone, and it warmed her.
“Well, you should never stop, it’s so beautiful, Sander.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” he seemed to ask a question with his eyes, and she nodded.
He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to hers, then he gently and reverently relieved her of her underthings. All the while, he kissed and nipped her skin, leaving trails of fire in his wake.
Noelle wasn’t uncomfortable with her body, but this was the first time she’d been entirely naked with someone else in the room as an adult. She sucked in air, but still she couldn’t seem to breathe.
Her heart hammered in her chest. Sander’s eyes seemed to glow as his mouth latched onto hers. Desperation, desire, and so much more burned into her soul from that single kiss.
Her body hummed, and she grasped his hair, his shoulders, the smooth lines of his back as pressed her down into the mattress. She was mindless with need.
Noelle bucked under his touch as he slid his hands up her legs to the insides of her thighs. He took a moment to caress the soft skin there before pressing her legs open. She sucked in a breath, his eyes delving into her as he reached up and touched her, where no man ever had. She gasped as he parted her lips, and pressed one long finger into the hot, wetness there.
“You are untouched,” he looked shocked and pleased at the same time. Heat flared in his teal eyes.
“Does that bother you?” She was grateful for some reason that she’d saved herself for now, for him.
“Bother me? No, quite the opposite. Your first time is a gift, are you certain you want me? I’m maimed,” he said the word as if he hated it.
“You mean your hand?” Noelle was angry. Not at him, but for him. At whoever made him feel less than what he was, magnificent.
“Aye. Yes. My burden.”
“You listen to me, Sander Falk, that doesn’t make one bit of difference to me. It doesn’t change the man you are.”
“You don’t know me, Noelle.”
“Look at me, I know it’s fast, and it seems impossible, but I swear to you this feels more right than anything else in the world to me. I know you, Sander,” and she believed her words.
He was her very own Christmas wish, finally coming true.