Page 49 of Coming Home

Noah’s hands crisscrossed her slick skin, rubbing the cucumber-melon scent over her body. With each cleansing swipe, her body hummed, nerves stretching taut. The steam coiled around them as their hands explored one another.

Every muscle in her body contracted with need and then calmed under his caresses. It was the most tantalizing, tension-filled, and relaxing experience of her life.

The shower’s glass door was steamed over as they stepped out. Nat grabbed a fluffy blue towel from the rack and patted himdry. Grinning, he reached behind her to grab a second towel and followed her action.

Once both were dry, she took both towels and placed them on the counter. Taking Noah’s hand, she led him out the door. Moonlight streamed in through the open blinds, illuminating their way across the living room and up the stairs. With each step, her pulse roared. The anticipation of what was about to happen dripped fire along her veins.

“Noah,” she said, breaking the silence as they reached the sleeping loft. The still-unmade bed dared them to mess up the sheets even more. “I am on birth control. My last sexual partner was a year ago. I’ve been tested, and I’m safe.”

He cradled her face. “I’m good.”

“I have condoms if you want, but…” She bit her lower lip.

The wise thing to do would be to use a condom. The medical provider in her wagged a cautionary finger. However, the idea of anything between them at this moment felt wrong. She’d never not used protection with someone. Not with any of her boyfriends. Even if they said they had been tested and she was on birth control, a nibbling concern was always there, warning her subconsciously that they couldn’t be trusted. With Noah, her heart only knew trust.

“Which would you prefer?” He skated his thumb against her cheek, the rough pad soothed over her smooth skin.

“I don’t want anything between us.”

“Me either,” he murmured, dipping his head to capture her lips.

Noah’s hands slid down to her waist, lifted her, and laid her atop the bed. Crawling onto the bed, he hovered above her, caging her between his muscular arms. His strong hands moved down her body to her thighs, the massage slow and erotic. Meeting her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, their tongues danced like long-lost lovers.

Nat’s hands moved up his arms and along his chest. A tingling sensation zinged through every inch of her with the lick of his tongue down her throat, to her collarbone, and, at last, at the hard pink peak of her right breast. Covering her nipple with the heat of his mouth, his tongue rolled and flicked.

She moaned as his teeth grazed the taut nub.

“You like that?” he murmured, soothing the sting with a soft kiss.

She arched into the heat of his mouth. “Yes.”

Shifting his attention, he repeated the sensual caress on her other nipple. A building tension tightened in her core. As Noah worshipped her breasts, she guided his right hand between her legs, where she was already slick with arousal.

He looked up, eyes smoldering. “You want me to touch you…” he slid his finger, finding her clit “…here.”

Melting into his touch, she dug her nails into his shoulder. “Right there.” Her hips moved against his ministrations. The almost torturous slowness of his stroking fingers ignited a pleasurable inferno.

Lowering her hand between them, she wrapped her fingers around his impressive length, beads of precum formed at the tip.

“Oh, god…” A pleasure-filled groan burst from him with her slow strokes of his arousal.

As they moved against each other’s working hands, the room filled with their panting moans. A familiar contraction of her pelvic muscles announced her coming climax. Closing her eyes, she let the orgasm take her.

“Noah,” she whimpered. “I want you inside me.”

Releasing him, she opened her legs wider to ready herself for him. Kneeling between her thighs, he raised her hips and placed a pillow beneath her.

“Is this okay?” he asked, positioning himself at her entrance.

Nat’s blood pulsed as his penis grazed her entrance. “Yes. Please.”

As he slid into her, she bit her lower lip allowing the sensation of stretching to subside.

“So good…nothing has felt so good as you,” he rasped.

“Oh!” she gasped.

The sensation of him pushing deeper inside her overwhelmed her other senses. She was both hungry for more and sated at the same time as her body stretched with the fullness.

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