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“Yay,” she gave a quiet cheer as she set the vibrator next to us. “I knew tonight was going to be fun.”

I hummed in agreement, pleased she said as much out loud. I’d been with enough partners to know sex didn’t always feel like something fun and exploratory. Sometimes, it felt downright daunting. Doing this with Noah felt right; not easy —work was still involved in reading body language and getting into position—but right.

“I’m glad I’m doing this with you,” I whispered as I readjusted myself so our bodies aligned better. Since she was a few inches taller, that height appearing more in her torso, I was able to tuck my neck underneath her chin. I enjoyed the feeling of security there, and she made it feel even safer when she hugged me close and kissed my temple.

I loved the ebbs and flows of being in bed with her. It matched our moments out of bed: one minute, we were hot and relentlessly on each other and then the next, calm and understanding with soft affection.

Noah continued to kiss my temple as she poured oil on her hands, rubbing her fingers over my nipples, just the tips of them first, before lowering her hand until her palm covered me.

“Your breasts are gorgeous.” She laughed a little. “Is that cheesy to say?”

“I like the compliment when it comes from someone like you,” I assured. “It’s nice to be reminded that some people like them, especially when I grew up thinking they looked weird.”

“What?” Noah nudged the back of my ear with her nose, providing comfort as she asked. “Why?”

“The areolas are large and a bit misshapen.” I shrugged. My insecurity about them rarely popped up these days; I only thought deeply about it when I was topless in front of someone for the first time. Even then, it wasn’t as distracting as it used to be when I was younger.

“They’re gorgeous,” she said a final time before moving her hands down my stomach. It was my turn for my breath to hitch as she got closer to touching my pussy.

Noah’s fingers lingered at my waistband, coming through on her promise, teasing me, tugging on the fabric. My clit strained against it, and as I grew wetter, the dark circle on the cotton spread. Noah moaned in my ear at the sight; she used three fingers to circle me through the underwear while kissing a sensitive spot behind my ear.

I reached up to hold the back of her head close to me as my other hand found its way down to join hers. She let me cover hers and set the pace of her circles.

“Fuck,” I whispered when she brought her free hand to my neck, squeezing gently.

“Is that okay?” she asked.

“Mmhm.” I couldn’t use words anymore. Everything was jumbled, my body ultra-stimulated. I tried to process her hand rubbing my clit and her nipples hard against my back.

“There you go,” she encouraged softly when I moaned. “Ready for the toy?”

I nodded, nearly in tears at how turned on I was. She squeezed my breast as I yanked my panties to the side.

“Hold them,” Noah instructed. “Keep your legs wide for me.”

With my breast in one hand and the vibrator in the other, Noah was prepared to make me lose the little self-control I had left. I watched the toy circle my clit, vibrations already making my back arch—and then she changed the speed after a few seconds.

“Getting a feel for it,” she explained with a smile in her voice. “Is that okay?”

I could barely think straight, so I didn’t know how I responded with a clear, “Yeah, that’s fine. I never go past the first speed.”

“Me either,” she said. “Tonight feels like the kind of night to try, though. Who knows when we’ll get another chance?”

Her words gave me pause. As long as she was willing to put up with my bullshit, every day was when we’d get another chance. I was hers…if she wanted me. She had to know that. I'd let her know that.

The tension in my clit briefly distracted my pending worry, and I melted into the feeling, letting it take over and leaving the more difficult stuff for a clearer-headed version of myself.

“I’m getting close,” I whispered as she switched the vibrator to a quick rhythm that made my toes curl. My clit didn’t stand a chance with this setting.

“You like this one, don't you?” she asked. "Kind of wish you were grinding against my face instead."

“It's perfect.” I nodded quickly as I rocked my hips and nearly came at the thought of her face between my thighs right now. “Don’t change the setting. Please, don’t change it, Noah.”

“I won’t.” She pressed her lips to my temple, kissing me while circling the vibrator faster.

I moaned and squeezed her thigh in the hopes she’d tighten her grip on me. “I need you to make me come. Please, I can’t take it.”

“I will.” She squeezed her arm around my waist and held me as steady as she could. “Trust me. I can make you feel so good if you trust me. I’m going to take care of you, Sage. Make you come on all your toys and then my tongue.”

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