That night, Noah finally gave me what I wanted and though he was still as big as ever, he didn't go out of control or go rough on me.
He held me gently and whispered softly in my ears, asking if he was going too fast or if he was too rough, something the Noah in heat did not do. Or rather could not do.
I liked that he was being considerate and all but I wasn't satisfied with his calm and gentle thrusts. His consideration touched me but what my body needed was something similar to the rough time I had with him when he was in heat.
"Noah," I called, grabbing his face and making him look me in the eye.
His eyes were dark, as usual, but what would happen if he had that golden spark like he had when he was in heat?
It might be too much to ask but I could at least get him to go a little deeper and harder, hitting the spots I never knew existed.
