"I-I....." She looks away self-consciously, covering her eyes with herhands, "I want to keeping feeling the way you're making me feel now, and....I want you to be the person to make me feel that way. Is that too selfish?" She peaks at him from behind her hands.
He gently pulls her hands away from her face, interlacing their fingers together and pinning them lightly beside her head on the couch cushions. His expression is surprisingly tender despite the hunger in his eyes.
"Selfish?"He lets out a breathless laugh."Noa, that's probably the least selfish thing you could say right now. You're asking me if it's okay that you want me specifically to be the one touching you, making you feel good? That's... fuck, that's exactly what I want to hear."
He leans down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, then her nose, lastly capturing her lips again—this kiss slower, more deliberate, like he's savoring it."I want to be the one who shows you how good this can feel. I want to be the first person to touch you the right way, to make you feel safe while also making you feel wanted."
His hips press more firmly against hers, letting her feel exactly how much he means those words."So let's do this—I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to touch you, taste you, figure out exactly what makes you fall apart. And you're going to tell me if anything feels wrong, if you need me to slow down or stop. Sound good?"
Without waiting for an answer, he releases one of her hands to slide his palm down her body, over her breast, her stomach, until his fingers are resting on the waistband of the shorts."Can I take these off? I want to touch you properly."
She shyly shakes her head yes at him, nervous but at the same time excited.
Gojo's eyes flash with something dark and hungry at the permission, and he slowly hooks his fingers into the waistband of the shorts, dragging them down her legs along with the underwear in one smooth motion. He tosses them aside without looking, his gaze fixed on Noa.
"Fuck,"he breathes out, his eyes roaming over the newly exposed skin."You're beautiful, Noa. So damn beautiful."
He settles between her thighs, pushing them apart gently but firmly, his large hands splayed across her inner thighs. The oversized shirt has ridden up to her waist, leaving the skin there completely exposed to him. His thumb traces patterns on her lower abdomen idly and so close to her center, not quite touching there yet.
"I want to taste you,"he says, his voice rough with desire."I want to make you cum on my tongue first, before anything else. Will you let me do that?"
He leans down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, working his way higher, his breath ghosting over her most sensitive areas but not quite making contact yet. He's waiting for explicit permission before going further, despite how obvious he wants to.
"Tell me yes, Noa. Tell me I can put my mouth on you."His blue eyes look up at her from between her thighs, intense and focused entirely on the woman in front of him.
Her hands had found their place back over her eyes, the grey coloring peaking through as the sight of him between her thighs a bit overwhelming for someone experiencing it the first time, "Y-You can put your mouth on my body."
He gently pulls one of her hands away from her face, bringing it down to tangle in his white hair.
"Eyes on me, Noa," His voice is commanding but not harsh."I want you to watch what I'm doing to you. Don't hide from this—there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Once their eyes finally met again, he gives her a devastating smile before lowering his head between her thighs. His first touch is gentle—just his tongue sliding through her folds in one long, slow stroke that makes his eyes flutter closed at the taste.
"God, you taste good." He groans against her, the vibration sending shivers through her body.
Then he gets serious about it. His tongue finds her clit, circling it with deliberate precision as his hands grip around her thighs, holding them open when they instinctively try to close. He alternates between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and focused attention on that sensitive bundle of nerves, paying attention to what makes her gasp or arch against him.
One hand slides from Noa's thigh to tease her entrance, his finger circling but not entering yet, just building the anticipation."So responsive,"he murmurs against her before sucking gently on her clit, his blue eyes never leaving her face—watching every expression, every reaction.
His finger finally pushes inside slowly, just one at first, and he curls it in a way that makes her back arch off the couch.
She's breathing heavy, her body arching on it's own as she feels his finger curl inside her. The one hand is still clutching his white hair while the other grips his blanket. Tears slide down her face as she gets overwhelmed with emotions. "I-I didn't ever think it was going to feel this good, haha." She murmurs softly betweenbreathes,"I-I didn't think I was ever going to be able to enjoy things like this with anyone."
Gojo immediately stops what he's doing and sits up, his expression shifting from hungry to concerned in an instant. His hand comes up to gently cupher face, his thumb brushing away the tears.
"Hey, hey—Noa, look at me."His voice is soft now, protective."Are these good tears or do I need to stop? Talk to me."
He stays still, waiting for her answer, the concern warring with restraint in his expression. His other hand rubs soothing circles on her thigh, the feeling meant to be grounding rather than sexual.
"I need to know you're okay. That this is what you want and not just—"He pauses, seeming to choose his wordscarefully."Not just you trying to prove something to yourself or overcome your past. Because we can stop right now, no questions asked, no judgment."
Despite the feeling of his own arousal and how much he was enjoying what he was doing, his focus is centered on her emotional state now. His eyes search her face intently, and there's something almost vulnerable in his expression—like he's sincerely worried he might have pushed too far too fast despite her earlier permission.
"Tell me what you need. Do we keep going? Do we stop? Do you just need a minute?"His hand continues those gentle, soothing strokes against her thigh. "Whatever you need, Noa. I'm right here."
She slowly calms down, her breathing evening out as she wipes away the tear tracks, "No, we can keep going, I'm sorry. I'm just happy. Just really happy that my past isn't ruining this, especially with you."
His expression softens at her words, and he leans down to press a tender kiss to her forehead, then her lips—gentle and reassuring rather than heated.
"Don't apologize for having feelings," He murmurs against her mouth."And definitely don't apologize for being happy. That's exactly what I want—for you to feel good, to feel safe, to know that this can be something beautiful instead of something traumatic."
He pulls back a bit to gaze down at her, brushing away the remaining tears with histhumbs."Your past didn't ruin anything, Noa. You're still here, still capable of feeling pleasure, still brave enough to trust me with this. That's not ruined—that's fucking resilient."
His hand slides back down her body, fingers tracing gentle patterns on her inner thighs again."Now, I'm going to make you feel so good you'll forget everything except my name. And these better be the only tears you shed tonight—the good kind, from pleasure so intense you can't help it."
He settles back between her legs, his blue gaze locking with her greyone."Keep your eyes on me. I want to see your face when you come apart."
Then his mouth is on her again, but this time with renewed purpose. His tongue works her clit with expert precision while he slides two fingers inside, curling them to hit the spot that makes her vision blur. The wet sounds of his mouth on her mix with her soft gasps, and he groans against her folds like he's the one receiving pleasure.
His free hand grips her hip, holding her body steady as it starts to writhe with sensation.
"Gojo," Shewhines softly, shifting her hips a bit, "Is it suppose to feel really tight in my abdomen when we do this? It's feels like something's going happen."
He lifts his head just enough to speak, his lips glistening, a wicked smile crossing his face.
"That's exactly what's supposed to happen," His voice is rough, pleased. "That tight feeling means you're close to cumming, Noa. And I'm gonna get you there."
His fingers continue their deliberate curling motion inside her, hitting that spot over and over while his thumb comes up to circle her clit now that his mouth is free to speak.
"Don't fight it. Let it build, let yourself feel it."His eyes lock onto her face with an intensity that's almostoverwhelming,"When it gets too much, when you feel like you're about to break apart—that's when you let go. I've got you."
Gojo lowers his mouth back to her, sealing his lips around her clit and sucking while his fingers pump faster, more precise. His other hand presses down gently on her lower abdomen, somehow intensifying every sensation.
She can feel him groaning against her, the vibrations adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure building in her core. The coil in her abdomen winds tighter and tighter, that pressure building to an almost unbearable peak.
"Come for me, Noa," He commands against her between strokes of his tongue."Let me feel you fall apart. I want to taste it."
And finally she breaks, cumming in his mouth as her back arches hard & she grips the couch, her fingers turning white.
He doesn't stop—if anything, he intensifies his efforts as she comes apart beneath him. His tongue works her through every wave of the orgasm, his fingers continuing their curling motion inside, drawing out the pleasure until she's trembling and oversensitive.
Only when her body starts to come down does he slow, pressing gentle kisses to her inner thighs as she catches her breath. When he finally lifts his head, his lips are glistening and there's pure satisfaction in his expression—like watching her fall apart was its own reward.
"Fuck, that was beautiful," His voice is rough, strained. "You're beautiful. The way you look when you come, the sounds you make—"He shakes his head, crawling back up her body to capture her lips in a deep kiss, letting Noa taste herself on his tongue.
He's still fully clothed while she's partially exposed, and she can feel how hard he is when he presses against her—the evidence of his own desperate need prominent through his pants. His hand comes up to cup her face as he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against hers.
"How are you feeling?"he asks, though his breathing is ragged."Still okay? Because I really, really want to be inside you, but I need to know you're still with me. That you still want this."
His hips roll slightly against hers, seeking friction, and he lets out a low groan."Tell me what you want, Noa. Do we stop here, or do you want more?"
She holds his face in her hands, biting her bottom lip slightly as she stares at him with a heated gaze, "I really, really want you." She exhales heavily, nervous about what she's going to ask him, "In more ways than I can probably come up with. So...Gojo Saturo, will you please be my first?"