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As it turned out, he hadn’t missed a beat with Rachel. Not that he thought he would, but the confirmation was nice. (More than nice, actually. His cock was practically aching and begging to be inside of her.) If the wetness covering his face wasn’t enough of an indication that she liked what he was doing, the way she was moaning his name certainly was. He loved going down on her. No doubt. It was honestly one of his favorite activities. But the simple fact of the matter was, it’d been almost six years since he’d been inside of her. That was starting to get to him. So, he switched it up and went from giving her slow, lazy licks that were really just meant for him and his enjoyment of tasting her, to giving her much more pointed licks to her clit to push her over the edge. Not that it took much. His face was already buried as deep in her pussy as he could go, but that didn’t stop Rachel from grinding her hips back onto his mouth, and it definitely didn’t stop him from grabbing her ass and pulling her towards him. There was a good possibility that he’d be leaving bruises from his fingers on her ass, but one thing about Rachel, was that she loved them. Either way, he wasn’t overly concerned about it. He kept up the consistent pressure and licks to her clit, circling it with his tongue, and flicking back and forth over the sensitive nub until the dam finally broke. Clearly, he was more than happy to continue licking at her, and lap up every bit of wetness that she was giving him. But he didn’t want her to get oversensitive, so once he felt Rachel’s thighs twitching and her squirming away from him underneath him, he slowly pulled away.

Naturally, he draped himself over her back and tugged on her and pulled her into another heated kiss. “I could stay down there all night. But I’m not.” He pressed kisses along the back and sides of her neck, and all along her shoulder blades. “Saving it for another night. I just really need to fuck you.” Puck moved to lay on his side and inched her over onto her side to join him. One hand went to the small of her back, and the other pushed her hair out of her face and cupped her jaw. “You already look thoroughly fucked and I’ve barely done anything to you.” One of his favorite things about Rachel, in general, was how responsive she was. In every aspect of her life. She was never afraid to let him, or anyone else, for that matter, know what she wanted or how she felt and she just…went after what she wanted. It was cool in other aspects, but it translated over very nicely into their sex life. “C’mere. I wanna kiss you some more.” He could’ve easily just pushed her over onto her back and slid inside of her, or taken his previous position behind her, with her on all fours (one of his favorite ways for her to be) and fucked her that way - but, really, he just wanted to look at her and kiss her and take in what was happening. This moment was pretty much everything he’d wanted since she walked out the door a couple of years ago. “Baby. I’ve missed you. So much. So fucking much.” He gave her a soft kiss and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Pretty much been thinking about this since we broke up. Just getting to be with you again.” He breathed in the smell of her shampoo and her soap and the lingering smell of her laundry detergent on her comforter and sheets and the scent that was just distinctly her. His favorite.

“I’m still thinking about how I’m gonna fuck you,” he mumbled, moving his hand down and squeezing her ass. “You on all fours is very tempting.” Not slapping her ass wasn’t an option at the mention of taking her from behind. “You know that’s a great look for you.” He may have been with other women, but none of them quite filled the void that Rachel leaving had left him with. One that he definitely knew only she could fill, but that hadn’t stopped him from trying to see if another woman could take her place. (Spoiler alert: they couldn’t. That’s why he was in her bed now.) “But I missed these, too,” Puck told her and cupped her breasts while stealing a quick kiss. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and he smirked against her lips at the way that she reacted. But then he pulled her leg up and tossed it over his side and the head of his cock came into contact with her pussy. “Fuck.” Now he was the one losing his shit. The instant he brushed against her wet folds he groaned out her name. “You’re so wet, baby. God, you’re gonna feel amazing.” He dipped his head down and swirled his tongue around her nipple before scraping over it with his teeth. His hips rocked into hers, his cock easily sliding through her folds, lubing himself up for the final act of him finally pushing into her. He moved her leg higher up on his side, giving him more access to her. Fuck it; teasing time was over. He could only take so much - rubbing his cock into Rachel’s pussy and feeling how wet she really was pushed him to his limits. Puck had fully intended on teasing her some more, but shit, at this point, he was teasing himself, too. That wasn’t nearly as fun. Instead of continuing on, he pushed her onto her back and settled between her legs. His cock was glistening with her juices by the time he grasped it and placed the head at her entrance. “Baby?” he asked, pressing just the head inside of her, “we still good? I can wear a condom, (he was shuddering internally at the thought, but fathering a kid had changed some things for him over the years) but you know how much I hate to pull out.”

She was thankful for the change of pace. Everything had been very hot and heavy since he got here, not that she had any problem with it. Their sex life had always been on the hotter and heavier side, but their gentle moments had a special place in her heart. Everyone knew him as the guy with the tough exterior, the guy who never let anyone in. It was easy for people to assume that that attitude carried over to the bedroom. But he had a very different side - a side that he used to specifically reserved for her. She didn’t really know if that was still the case (six years was a very long time), but she was going to take advantage of it. Especially if he was offering it. “I missed you more than you probably know,” she said softly, her arms moving to wrap around him. Having him this close again felt like an enormous weight was being lifted off of her shoulders. It was like she could finally breathe again. “Life doesn’t feel real when you’re not here. It’s been … so hard without you.” She fully intended for him to be a part of her life by this point. Six years ago, she thought that the two of them would have been married, have a house, and have a family by now. Boy, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Thoughts about what they could have been were quickly moved from her mind once he was talking about fucking her again. “Noah,” she gasped, her hand gripping his bicep tightly - which were noticeably bigger and harder. How was it possible that he had gotten even hotter!?! “I need - fuck. Please.” She knew that he was driving himself just as crazy as he was making her so … what the point?! As much as she wanted to be frustrated with him, what he was doing felt amazing.

That didn’t stop her from being thankful he decided he was done teasing her. He always knew the perfect balance between just enough and too much. Right now, however, things were a little different. It hadn’t just been six years since she’d last had sex with him. It had been six years she last had sex at all. To say she was very much ready for him to fuck her was an understatement. She was fully expecting him to just slide in like he used to, so it took her aback a little that he had even mentioned wearing a condom. That had never been a discussion in their relationship. Well, it briefly came up before their first time. She had always been on birth control, so she never really had an issue with it. It helped that she trusted him - maybe a little too much - but the two of them had never had a problem. He was the one that hadn’t had as much success with that method. Not that Jack was a problem or anything of the sort; he just threw a little bit of a wrench into their situation. That was something for another time, though. There were more important things happening. Like, you know, what was likely going to be the best sex of her life. Of course they were still good. Despite all of the time they had spent apart, he was still her Noah. That was never going to go away. She didn’t know what was going to happen after tonight. There were too many variables - her boyfriend, his son, and the six years they’d spent apart - to try to figure that one out right now. All she could really do was let herself enjoy the night with the man that she still very much loved.

Instead of answering him, she wrapped her other leg around his waist and tried to pull him in deeper. “We’re always going to be good, baby,” she whispered. If anything, him wanting to do this how they used to be gave her a little silver lining. It didn’t matter how many years they spent apart; it was always going to feel like coming home when they were together. As hard as she tried to fill the void that leaving him left, she had never been successful. She was stubborn, though, and had tried a million different things to occupy her mind. None of them worked. She still had the persistent thought in the back of her mind that she had made a huge mistake. Everything that was going on between them could have been settled with a simple conversation. Sometimes she wanted to laugh. It was fitting, if she was being honest. The two of them were the most stubborn people in the world. Of course their relationship ended because they couldn’t talk to each other! But he had found a way back into her life. That had to mean something, right? “Noah,” she whispered, one of her hands moving to cup his cheek softly. How was it possible that he still was able to make her feel all the butterflies? They had been together - well, not really for the past few years but she still thought about him every day so it counted! - for so long. He wasn’t supposed to make her feel like he did all those years ago. “Can you hold my hand? Please?”

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“Somebody’s being pushy. Don’t think you’re really in the position to tell me what to do right now,” he teased, arching his brow at her. To make his point, he blew a puff of cold air on her pussy and watched her squirm. “What do you think, baby? Hmm?” But if there was one thing Rachel knew about him, despite things being up in the air, (and there were a lot of things up for debate and in flux about them right now) his ability to please her wasn’t one of them. That much he knew for certain. “You know I’m gonna fuck you good.” He slapped her ass again for good measure, then massaged the red spot on her skin. “God, I love your ass.” Fuck. He couldn’t help it; Puck had to lean in and take a bite out of that perfect fucking peach. He loved, well, everything about Rachel, but her ass was always at the top of that list. Kneeling on the floor, with her ass in his face, it wasn’t hard to remember why. It was a fucking sight for sore eyes. (His eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to acknowledge the possibility of someone else seeing her like this, even though he’d lost all rights to be possessive over her years ago.) Still. He could’ve been there all night reveling in the marvel that was Rachel’s ass, but he had business to attend to. And by business, he meant a lot more orgasms for the both of them. Starting…now. There was zero hesitation in his actions; his face being buried in Rachel’s pussy with her ass in his face was, without a doubt, one of his favorite places to be. Puck gripped her perfect ass and mumbled, “fuck,” before leaning in and licking around her pussy at the wetness that was now coating her inner thighs and all around her pussy. “Mmm. Missed tasting you already.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration when he said he could be down there all night. He had before, and he would if she wanted him to, but it was pretty clear Rachel had other things in mind for him once he made her cum again. Thank fucking god, because six years was too long to go without being inside of her, and he wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity now that it’d been presented to him. But first thing first; he needed to eat her pussy again. That was non-negotiable. The taste of her hit his tongue again and Puck was like a shark that smelled blood in the water. He went into a frenzy and bracketed her hips with his hands and fully pulled her back onto his face until all he was surrounded by was her ass and her pussy. His eyes slammed shut. He might not have been able to see anything, but that was okay - he knew his way around Rachel’s pussy like it was the back of his hand. And, yeah, he’d admit it. Right now, he was eating her out solely for his pleasure. She was so wet it was literally fucking insane. God, he could keep his face in her pussy all night. His tongue switched from licking the length of her, just dipping his tongue inside her, up to her clit, and flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue. Rachel squirmed and ground her ass back onto his tongue under his ministrations, which did nothing but spur him on even more. All Puck did was grip her hips even harder and push his face even further into her. There was no way he could go without having her again. Ever. He couldn’t get enough. Of her, of the way she tasted, of how she reacted to him; he thoroughly fucking appreciated that she was showing him how much she loved what he was doing. There was a time when she was shy, but not anymore. Rachel was sure to get a noise complaint with the way she was moaning and grinding back on him.

He wasn’t mad. Clearly. Because all he did was lap at her even more. He wasn’t trying to make her cum, at least not with any real sense of urgency. The only urgency Puck felt at all was the need to taste her. (He doubted that’d ever go away.) Needless to say, he was taking his time with her. He angled her hips slightly upwards, so that his nose and mouth were truly buried in her pussy. It made it kind of hard to breathe, but fuck it; if this was how he went out, at least he was doing something he loved. And fuck, did he love it. “Mmm, Rachel,” Puck moaned. His breathing was heavy as he licked and sucked at her, and nudged at her clit. Once he got tired of teasing her, (well, both of them, really, because every second his tongue wasn’t inside of her, was a second wasted) he easily made the switch from licking the length of her folds to folding his tongue and pressing it inside her and fucking her with it. Rachel grinded back on his tongue until she was fucking his face. He responded by pulling away briefly. But only for a second. And mostly to let him catch his breath. He blew a puff of air onto her pussy again, and smirked when she just wiggled her hips at him. “Baby…” he mumbled, trailing off to sink his teeth into the back of her thigh, “I’m never going without this again.” He gave her ass a quick slap, then spread her cheeks open and stared. “We’ll get to that later. That’s a promise. Need to taste you.” He positioned her so her back was arched and licked a line from her entrance to her clit and circled it with his tongue with varying degrees of pressure to test the waters. He knew what Rachel liked, he hadn’t forgotten; but he also wanted to see if anything changed and if she liked anything new.

Obviously she was being pushy. At the moment, there was nothing she wanted more than for him to fuck her. There had been many nights that she’d stayed up and tried to remember exactly what it felt like to be with him. She knew that they were going to get there - no way she was letting him leave without it - but she really didn’t want to wait. If her kindergarteners were taken out of the equation, patience wasn’t something she was very good at. Bring Noah and his cock into the discussion … it was hopeless. She was putty in his hands and he knew it - which wasn’t a horrible thing in most cases. He always knew exactly what to do to make her feel good. Sometimes he even knew what she wanted and what she liked before she did. Having a man like that was something that was really rare, she knew that. It made her feel that much more stupid for doing what she did. If they would have just had a discussion, maybe things between them would have gotten better. Maybe they wouldn’t have ended up in a situation like they were in now. “I know you’re good for it,” she whispered, “I just want it. So badly.” That was that because he was back to giving some much needed attention to her ass. Yeah, she had really missed someone admiring it like he did. While she knew that it was one of her best assets, no one made her believe that more than he did. Her hands fisted in the sheets as his mouth returned to her soaked pussy. “Baby,” she moaned breathlessly. “So good. You … mm.” She didn’t know where she was going with that. All she knew was that his mouth felt insanely good against her. The strong desire she had to cum had been satisfied, so she was just letting herself enjoy his tongue on her.

She was proud of him for holding out as long as he had. He had never been all that great at controlling himself around her, especially when she was on all fours like she was now. This had to be a record for how long they went without his cock being in her. There was really nothing else she could do but moan and grind against his tongue. She wasn’t asking for more, exactly. All it was was habit and appreciation for what he was doing to her. Their relationship status may have been a little confusing - yeah, she had a boyfriend but had currently forgotten all about him - he still knew exactly what to do to her to make her moan. He was just incredible. “Noah,” she cried out, her back arching a little more as she writhed under his minstrations, “fuck, your mouth. I’m so wet for you, baby.” She didn’t really know how it was possible, but she could feel herself get even more wet for him. Despite the repeated actions against her sensitive clit, she knew he wasn’t trying to make her cum. There were distinct things he did when he was trying to make her cum versus when he was just tasting her for his own enjoyment. Not that there was anything wrong with him just aimlessly licking at her pussy. It still felt good and was still giving her what she was craving. Him. Living in an apartment meant that she did have neighbors and that she did have to be respectful of those neighbors, but she had always been shit at being quiet. Especially when it came to him. Every other night except for this one, she had been an excellent neighbor. She hardly made any noise. They were just going to have to deal with it.

“I know - fuck,” she paused to moan lowly, “I know you like going down on me but … Noah.” His name was more of a gasp at this point. It was getting a little bit hard for her to think clearly. Again. Was she really about to cum for the third time that night? Yeah, probably. His mouth was just that good. Plus, you know, the whole six years going without. “But I … I, please.” He knew exactly what she was asking for. And, if she was being honest, she didn’t know how much longer she could go without his cock being inside of her. The only thing she could do was grind her hips back against him. He’d give it to her in his own time, she knew. This was one of his favorite things and he had to get his fill. He may have not gone six years without any sexual activity, but it had been six years since he had done this with her. Call her conceited or selfish or any other adjective in the book. She still knew that she was the best thing he’s ever had. Him being with someone else wasn’t something she wanted to think about right now. As far as she was concerned, he was still hers. Was it right to think that way about someone when you were in a relationship with someone else? No but that was something she would deal with at another time. The same way she would deal with all the marks that he was leaving on her skin. She had always enjoyed a good, long-lasting reminder of their time together. The sounds she was making were directly related to varying pressure levels he was giving her. “I - Noah,” she gasped, not really knowing what she was asking for. All she wanted was him. Want wasn’t even the right word. “Keep - oh God - doing that.”

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Puck wasn’t sure why he ever thought that showing up at Rachel’s apartment in the middle of the night would end up in any other way than it currently was, but he realized now, laying between her legs, that that was a stupid idea. Real fucking stupid. Because the prospect of missing out on this? Basically criminal. He missed everything about this. Eating Rachel out had always been one of his favorite activities, but going six years without doing it was making it hard for him to get enough. Add in the way Rachel was moaning and thrashing, and pushing his face even further into her pussy? Clearly, her enthusiasm matched his. Almost. He was positive that he loved doing it more than she loved him doing it, but she was making him question that sentiment right about now. He wasn’t mad. He just wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her down the bed to get closer. Like it was even possible. His face was entirely surrounded by Rachel’s pussy. His nose, mouth, chin, and cheeks were covered in her juices. So were her thighs and the spot underneath her on the bed. Puck showed no signs of stopping. If he was eating her out like he was a starving man, it was because he was. Rachel was supplying him with more than enough of her juices to stay down there between her legs for the whole night. Every time he lapped or sucked at her and cleaned up the mess she’d made, more of her wetness would flow out onto his tongue. “Fuck,” he groaned, “baby.” His words were muffled (because, you know, his face was buried in her pussy), but he was sure she got the point. He gripped her thighs even tighter and folded his tongue to dip inside of her. Puck wasn’t gonna lie, once he’d probed her with his tongue and got to taste her straight from the source, he straight up moaned into her pussy. His nose took his tongue’s former spot on her clit, to give her some friction for a minute while he lapped up what she was giving him. But what he really wanted to do now, was make her cum. They both wanted that to happen. His tongue quickly resumed circling and swiping at her sensitive clit. Rachel tugged his hair so hard, he genuinely thought she might’ve ripped some out. Didn’t slow him down. Shit. It just made him dig into her even more.

His attention was focused solely on her clit, since he knew that’d be the fastest way to make her cum. He could tell by the way she was grinding her hips into his face and all but fucking herself on his mouth that it wouldn’t take much. She was right on the edge. So he decided to help her along and sucked her clit into his mouth and slid two of his fingers inside of her. He remembered everything about her; it was only a matter of seconds before he found her g-spot and curled his fingers and rubbed against the rough patch of muscle inside of her. The constant pressure and sucking on her clit in tandem with that, easily sent her over the edge. Puck backed off her clit and settled for slowly fucking her with his fingers and brushing her g-spot to help her prolong her orgasm but avoid oversensitivity. His cock twitched in his sweatpants. He was getting a preview of what it’d feel like to fuck her again, what with the way her pussy was clenching around his fingers. “I can’t wait until that’s my cock you’re cumming on. You’re gonna look so fucking good on my cock, babe.” It took a minute or so, but eventually she’d rode out her orgasm. He had to stop himself from diving back into her pussy again and cleaning up the mess there. Actually, he wasn’t even sure that mess covered it. “Baby…if you could see yourself right now…” he trailed off, licking his lips. “You’re wrecked.” While he was catching his own breath, he tucked his head into the inside of her thigh and got to work leaving bite marks and bruises all along her thigh. He looked up and saw Rachel in a similar state; her chest was heaving and she was clearly struggling to catch her breath. Oh well. He was about to make it harder for her. Speaking of hard…his dick was getting to be an issue. He’d deal with that later, though. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that the work he was putting in now would definitely pay off. But still, he needed to take his sweatpants off. His cock sprung free of its confines once he’d pushed them down his hips and he let out a sigh at the lack of restriction. “I’m so hard for you, baby. I’m gonna lose my fucking mind as soon as I’m inside of you.” His shirt was the next to go. His dick would’ve liked it if he just crawled between her legs and slid inside of her, but true to his word, he pushed on her side until she got the hint and rolled over onto her stomach. “You have no idea how much I missed this view.”

Rachel’s ass was always a work of art and had always been spectacular. But now, six years later, it was obvious that she’d put some more work into it. Of course he had to reach out and smack it. All natural; he did it again and watched her skin ripple under the rough treatment. Fuck. He wasn’t lying when he told her earlier that his eyes had been on it the moment she stood up during their meeting the other day. Whatever her new workout routine was, it was working. “Next time you work out, I wanna be there. So you can do squats. On my face.” Puck grabbed her legs and dragged her down to the foot of the bed, so that her knees were almost on the edge and he could kneel on the floor and pull her back onto his face. But not before he climbed over top of her and yanked her head back to meet her in a heated kiss. “You made a mess all over my face,” he mumbled, “gonna make you do it again, too.” He slowly made his way back down her body, dragging his lips along her spine, pressing wet, openmouthed kisses as he went. When he got down to her ass, he didn’t hesitate for even a second to sink his teeth into her. She was starting to rack up a collection of marks from him and he wasn’t anywhere near being done. Once he was satisfied, and there was a perfect set of teeth marks on her ass and a clear bruise blooming in his wake, he got down on his knees. “Fuck, Rachel. Baby. You’re literally fucking dripping for me. You’re a mess, babe.” He racked his brain for a second - he honestly couldn’t remember a time when she’d been this wet. And that had never been a particular issue in their relationship. He traced the outside of her pussy with his thumb, groaning as his finger was immediately coated in her juices. His mouth was practically watering. He watched her pussy twitch when he circled her clit with his now soaked thumb, and if it were even possible, she got even wetter and responded with a new wave of wetness. “I could be here all night cleaning you up, baby. Damn. I just might.”

She was thankful that he wasn’t wasting that much time. He had always enjoyed teasing her; she remembered a few nights where it had almost pushed her to her limits. Not that she was complaining. Those nights had also produced some of her most intense orgasms. Not long after he started rubbing against her g-spot, she felt the wave of her first orgasm (it was pretty obvious that there would be more than one tonight. There always was with him) wash over her. She could faintly hear him saying something but she was a little distracted by, you know, the mind blowing orgasm she was experiencing. How was it possible that he had gotten better at this? Well, there was a logical answer to that question. Just not something that she wanted to think about while his face was between her legs. It was quite the view, honestly. A view that she had really,really missed. Maybe this time she wouldn’t take it for granted. Especially when there wasn’t a guarantee that there would even be a next time. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked down at him with a lazy smile on her face. It may not have been the most appropriate reaction given the circumstances. She was just … really happy that he had decided to come over to her apartment, even if it was going to make the situation between the two of them a little more difficult. The smile quickly turned into, well, she didn’t know what to call the expression, when he started to remove his clothes. But she definitely may have drooled a little bit. He was just … very attractive. She didn’t really know how it was allowed, honestly. There wasn’t much time to take it all in because he was nudging her into a very familiar position.

It was nice to know that he was truly appreciating the work she’d put in during their time apart. It started out as her using it as a coping mechanism for the consistent sadness she was feeling. After that, she began to thoroughly enjoy her fitness regime. And maybe there was a thought in the back of her mind that they would find themselves in the very position that they were in now. She wanted to roll her eyes at his gym comment. Especially because she’d likely be riding his face at some point throughout the night. After all, it had been one of her favorite ways to wake him up. He never seemed to have that many issues with it either. There was a lot that they had to do before that, though. Six years was a long time to go without, from him especially. God, she really missed him pulling her hair. “Baby,” she whimpered, “fuck, I missed you.” If she was being honest, she missed more than just this aspect of their relationship. From the first time they met, he had always been her person. She could go to him with anything, at any time, and he would be there. Having that type of relationship with someone was rare. It just sucked that they couldn’t work it out. Now wasn’t the time for that, though. He was about to go down on her for the second time in what felt like a very short period of time. Only thoughts about that were allowed. She wasn’t sure what was going to transpire between them after this. Were they going to talk more about them and their future? If they were, things were going to get a little more complicated. She did have a boyfriend - even if she had totally forgotten about him. But only thoughts about him and what he was doing with his mouth.

She really loved him eating her out and would gladly have him continue doing it for the duration of their time together, but there was one thing she had always liked more. His cock. It was no secret that they’d get there. There wasn’t a chance that they’d be together for the first time in six years and just not have sex with each other, especially given the way things were heading right now. It didn’t help that the two of them were, as he had put it, shit at staying away from each other. And apparently even worse at not leaving marks all over each other. She hadn’t gotten her chance to leave any on him yet, but she would certainly give him just as many as he was giving her. At least he was putting them in places that were easy to hide. Her kindergarteners were very curious people; they would surely ask her some questions if she came to class with hickeys all over. That was a road she wanted to avoid at all costs. Once he sank down to his knees, her fists balled in the sheets and she looked back at him. If one thing was certain, she enjoyed the view from where she was just as much as he enjoyed the view from where he was. And he wasn’t wrong. She was practically dripping for him. Six years with only your right hand and a vibrator could do that to a girl. And he was Noah Puckerman. That was just how it went with him. He knew it too. “Then get to work,” she smirked. After all, part of it was his fault. If he didn’t just make her cum, she wouldn’t be nearly as wet. Well … probably not but he didn’t need to know that. He certainly didn’t disappoint either. His finger circled her clit, causing her back to arch and a soft moan to escape her lips. “I love your tongue but you better fuck me. You know I missed your cock.”

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You’re adorable.

I know!!

fuckermannoahh‌:

It is true. It’s not my thing.

Whatever you say.

fuckermannoahh‌:

Maybe Jack. But I don’t do adorable.

That’s not true.

fuckermannoahh‌:

We’re Puckerman’s. We’re not adorable.

Yes, you are.

fuckermannoahh

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So, boundaries? Not really a thing. Never really had been for them. Sure, Puck respected them just fine, but once Rachel had slowly started to let him do more and more dirty shit to her, her shyness had gone straight out the window. Seemed like that was still a thing. He’d never been more appreciative of that than he was right now. Fuck being away from her. Seriously. No more of that. Ever. He decided right then and there, that whatever their issues were, they were gonna fix them. Right now. (Well, maybe not right now. He definitely needed to get her naked and get inside of her as soon as possible.) “You telling me what I think you’re telling me?” he asked, going in for another kiss. He pulled her in by the back of her neck and sucked on her bottom lip. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea how much I want this.” Her hand on his dick wasn’t anywhere close to being enough for what he wanted. He wanted…everything. To kiss her, and fuck her, and touch her in every way possible. So that’s what he planned on doing. His cock was currently poking her in the thigh, and now that he knew she was okay with it, Puck pulled her in closer so that his dick was nestled between her legs and started grinding her down against his cock. The only thing separating her from him, was the thin scrap of fabric she called panties. His dick responded at once and rose to full mast. “That’s all for you, baby. All yours,” Puck told her between kisses. “You know I’m gonna taste you, right? Can’t fucking believe how much I missed tasting you and making you cum.” Slowly, his hand crept down her side until it hit the top of her thigh. He looked for any signs of hesitation or Rachel wanting to stop; there were none. He was definitely in the clear.

“I wanna see you. I need to see you. Off. Take all of this off.” He practically barked the order out to her. Shit. He couldn’t help it. She was…driving him crazy. Rachel still hadn’t really done anything, but fuck. He’d missed her and he knew just how good sex with her could be. Puck dipped his fingers inside her panties and groaned at the wet heat that greeted him. “Fuck.” He ran his fingers through her folds, dipping inside of her, and gathering up her wetness before he tapped her clit with his thumb and pulled his hand away and replaced it with his thigh. He had to give her something to give her a little bit of friction. “I’m never gonna have enough of you,” he mumbled, laying kisses all over her neck. Instead of letting Rachel listen to his earlier request, he took things into his hands and just went ahead and pulled her shirt up and over her head. “Wow. I really missed those.” He didn’t bother to hide the way he licked his lips and stared at the perfect set of tits waiting for his attention. No point in dragging it out. He leaned in and circled one of her nipples with his tongue, the other getting teased and plucked between his fingertips. The little buds immediately hardened under his touch. Rachel always did love to have her tits played with, and fuck if he wasn’t all about pleasing her. He switched nipples after a minute, but not before biting into the side of her breast and leaving a teeth shaped bruise on her skin there. (She always did love that, too.) He scraped his teeth over her pebbled nipple and blew a puff of cool air onto it. He watched them harden even more until he was pretty sure they could practically cut diamonds. “Remember that time I made you cum just from sucking on your tits? Let’s have a repeat.” He gave her a hungry kiss. “Later, though. Much, much later. I need to taste you first.”

Puck knew she was ready for it. Not only could he feel the heat of her and the wetness seeping through her (now ruined) panties, but she was actively grinding against his thigh. He didn’t waste any time in hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugging them down her legs. He threw them somewhere on the floor; he didn’t really care where. He was still fully clothed, but that was a problem for later. Right now was all about her. And maybe him. Just a little bit. Not his fault he loved eating his girl out so much. “Spread your legs some more for me, baby,” he requested, moving between them. Of course, she did, and he responded with another hickey, this time to the inside of her thigh. When he was done, he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and held them open for him. “Shit, baby,” he groaned, shamelessly leering at her pussy, all wet and swollen and gleaming with her juices. “Forgot what a pretty pussy you had. Your pictures don’t do you any justice.” He swiped his tongue over her clit and smirked at the reaction it got out of her. “Baby. You know I’m just getting started.” He ran his tongue through her heat, licking her from top to bottom. God, he’d missed that. As soon as the taste of her hit his tongue again, Puck knew he wasn’t moving away from her until she physically had to pull him away from his task at hand. He moaned into her pussy as he sucked on her lips and cleaned up the mess she’d made for him. Once he was done sucking on her and cleaned her up that way, he circled her entrance with his tongue and dipped inside her. “Baby. Rachel. Shit. You taste so fucking good. I could eat your pussy all fucking night.” He gave her a quick lick through her folds. “In fact, I just might. Gonna make you cum this way, then turn you over and eat you from the back. You want that, baby?” It was over from there for him. His hands gripped her ass and he dug his fingers in, holding her in place so she couldn’t squirm away from him once he picked back up where he left off.

She knew he was just going to take her clothes off himself. She was surprised that her t-shirt and barely there panties had lasted as long as they did. If it was six years ago, she could have guaranteed that being in his shit and a thong would have lasted about three minutes. Now, she had stayed clothed long enough to make it all the way back to her bedroom. By this point, her panties were completely soaked through. If she was with anyone else, she may have been a little embarrassed. He had barely touched her and she was already falling apart. But it was Noah Puckerman. There was nothing left to feel insecure or embarrassed about. He had been with her though every single first there was; there was nothing left for her to be embarrassed about - including getting wet at the drop of a hat. A soft moan escaped her lips when he moved his thigh between her legs. It wasn’t his mouth, but it would get the job done for the time being. She continued to grind her hips up against him, small moans slipping past her lips every time the fabric of his sweatpants moved against her clit. The only time she adjusted was to let him pull her shirt up over her head. Again, she was surprised it took as long as it did for him to rid her of her shirt. Once her nipples hit the cooler air of the room, they hardened. They were practically begging for the touch that he offered them, earning a moan in appreciation when his mouth finally got to work. “I do,” she whispered. Before him, she didn’t even know that getting off from nipple play alone was enough to cum. But it was and he had done it. “Baby, I can’t wait for later.” Later meant his cock and his hands all over her. It was certainly worth waiting for. What wasn’t worth waiting for, though, was his tongue against her. Her hips had absently used his thigh as a method for getting the friction that she needed, but it simply wasn’t enough. She needed his mouth on her aching center.

And he was finally ready to give it to her. At his request, she parted her legs wide for him, her feet resting flat on the mattress. “I’ll have to give you some new ones. I know you need them.” As soon as his tongue touched her swollen clit, she was unable to hold back anymore. A loud, high pitched moan ripped from the back of her throat as her hand flew to tug at the back of his hair. “Fuck,” she whimpered as her head thrashed to the side. She didn’t even know why she was trying to hold it together in the first place. It was a hopeless effort when he didn’t have his face between his thighs and he knew it. It may have been six years since they were last together like this, but he still seemed to know exactly what she liked. It didn’t take that much with him - all she really needed with his mouth on her. “I know.” And he was right. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she had used the memories of him going down on her to help her through quite a few sleepless nights. She knew exactly what she was in for, when it came to what he was going to do with his mouth and what came after that. It was clear that all tension and apprehension about touching one another was gone. Hell, his head was already between her thighs. And they were never the couple that was able to stop at that. Not that she was complaining. His tongue was great and all, but she hadn’t forgotten how good him fucking her was. Despite that, she still let herself get lost in the feeling of his tongue against her. After all, it was hard not to. “Noah,” she gasped, her free hand tightly wrapping in her sheets, “fuck.” It was really all she could get out when his mouth was all over her pussy, especially when she hadn’t had it in years. Literal years. It was the worst case scenario when someone had a mouth like his. Which was still the only mouth she’s ever felt against her sensitive center. She moved her hips up against his tongue at the mention of him flipped her over and eating her out. There was no question of if she would want it. It was one of her most favorite things that he could do to her. “Please,” she gasped, her fingers tightening their grip on her hair. “Fuck, baby. Please.”

She didn’t really know what she was asking for. Mostly, it was anything that he would be willing to give her. She was helpless undering his tongue and touch. “It’s yours,” she whimpered, “my pussy. All yours. I’m so wet for you, baby.” And she was. It was amazing that someone she broke up with over six years ago still had the ability to bring her straight down to her knees. Not like she had any control over it. Her body was really all his, whether she liked it or not. Her grip tightening on his hair, she pulled him closer to her. If that was even possible. Noah had always been someone that enjoyed going down on her. From her experience in college, it wasn’t a sentiment that was shared across the board. It was a shame, honestly, because everyone deserved what she was getting from him. She continued to thrash underneath his mouth, her head thrashing from side to side. “Noah,” she gasped. She could only imagine what he was thinking. Each time he seemed to clean up the mess she was making, she would just get even more wet. It was a hopeless cause, really. But she knew he couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted. “Baby, your mouth.” He obviously knew how good his mouth was. Her consistent flow of her juices was enough for him to know. Plus, he was Noah Puckerman. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Fuck, I missed this.” And she really did. Not that she knew for certain, but she was positive that no one could beat this. This was only the beginning of them for tonight. All it was going to do was complicate things for them later, she knew. Things between them weren’t nearly stable enough to be doing this. In the beginning, it had taken her so long to be comfortable enough to give herself over to him like this. “Noah,” she moaned loudly, moving her hips up against his tongue, “please. Make me cum. I want to cum for you.” It wasn’t going to take that much. It had been six years, after all

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