A shiver of pleasure rippled through her when his mouth found the tiny, swollen bud. He nipped, sucked, and licked until her chest felt like it would explode. She could do this forever, but what’s fair is fair. “My turn,” she said.
He ripped off his T-shirt and threw it onto the blue hydrangeas. She arched her brow and wondered if they were Gram-worthy now. His strong, capable body led her onto the porch. There, he removed his shoes with an intensity in his eyes that felt like laser beams straight to the soul. He pushed the hair from her cheek, igniting something powerful between them.
The moonlight illuminated his muscles, and she ogled every curve. She still couldn’t understand why he chose her. Dahlia felt like the luckiest girl alive. There was a never-ending tingle low in her belly and a compulsive need to be his. Closing the space between them, she ran her hands down his washboard abs, feeling every divot beneath her palms.
Noah brought her hand to his chest. It felt like a plea. “I want it to always feel like this.”
“Like what?” Her gaze was unyielding.
“Like if I took my last breath tomorrow, this is what I’d remember. A cosmic collision of madness, desire, and lust and …” He stopped himself, leaving Dahlia to fill in the blanks in her head. Joy, happiness, or maybe love?
Noah was opening Dahlia’s eyes to a whole other world. One where she was the leading lady in her own story and could own her sexuality. But it was also so much more than sex, and Dahlia no longer wanted to be twentysomething again. She wanted to be the age she was because it meant freedom. And she wanted to own it with every fiber of her being. She was all in for a nighttime romp on the porch and whatever it was that tethered them by an invisible but strong string.
Dahlia’s fingers slipped inside his pants, feeling his hard length partially fill her small palm. It was thick, veiny, and apparently ready. “I want to taste you,” she whispered in his ear as she squeezed.
“D.” He shuddered against her, then quickly released the bulge that pressed against his zipper. His shorts dropped to the floor, and to her surprise, he was commando. She raised her eyebrow, then dropped to her knees.
“Wait,” he said, pushing his shorts under her knees. “I don’t want you to get splinters.”
If he didn’t deserve this before, he certainly did now. She should have been nervous; this wasn’t something she typically did. But anticipation and desire overthrew every other feeling. There it was, standing at attention right before her eyes.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
No response was needed. She wanted this; there was no stopping her. She opened her mouth and ran her hot tongue against his silky skin. He tasted like soap, leather, and a touch of salt. She hollowed her cheeks, determined to make Noah see stars.
“Oh, baby,” he grunted, gripping her hair. “Your mouth … it’s fucking amazing.”
She sucked and licked, running her hand up and down his thick shaft in tandem until she felt his legs quiver. A cool breeze from the bay blew, making her tight, sensitive nipples ache, and the bundle of nerves between her legs throb recklessly. Once he hit the back of her throat, an ungodly sound spilled from his lips, filling the twilight air with moans of his pleasure.
“Baby, I’m going to …”
And with that, she swallowed his release. It was briny, sweet, and a little bitter. It was also his. This was her first time swallowing, and she knew it wouldn’t be her last. She may have found her new favorite pastime. Not only was he addicted, but she was too. Dahlia 2.0 was here to stay.
“Let’s go inside.” He pulled her from the hard surface and to her feet.
Her hands shook with anticipation as she flung open the front door, meeting Harry in the hallway. “Hi, boy,” she said as he eagerly greeted them, wagging his tail.
Noah gave him a long scratch before he retired to the kitchen. “Now, where were we?” He pinned her against the wall, and as inconceivable as it was, he was still hard. The benefits of dating a younger guy. His velvety lips roamed her skin, trailing a line from her breasts to the crook of her neck. “I want you,” he whispered.
“Me too Noah. More than anything.”
He led her into the living room, where she shed her last piece of clothing. He gently lowered her onto the sofa and just stared in awe. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Dahlia’s smile widened as she tried to cover her face.
“Don’t do that. Look at me. I want you to see me.”
She looked up, meeting his bright eyes.
“I want you to feel what I feel when I look at you,” he said, pressing her palm to his swift beating heart. “Your honey-flecked hair feels like sunshine on a cloudy day. The tiny freckles that arch over your nose when you smile make me smile, even when I don’t want to.” He traced his finger over the bridge of her nose, tickling her already sensitive skin. Her smile grew somehow bigger. “Your hazel eyes with flecks of gold in the center warm me like cognac on a wintry night. And those adorable dimples make me want to open my eyes first thing in the morning just to see them. I am so drunk on you, D. And it scares me.”
His words altered her body chemistry, and she suddenly felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. “Noah …” She tugged him closer, and in one smooth, slick thrust, they were one. Dahlia was weightless, like a balloon lifting off into the cloudless sky. A tingling surge spread to every molecule in her body as he made love to her. Their unyielding rhythm felt expansive and free. Time stood still, and she branded the unhurried, euphoric feeling on her heart and her soul.
Their bodies tangled in a slow, building tempo that quickened after she said, “Harder, Noah.” With one deep, torturous thrust, he hit that spot and she soared over the edge, giving her a toe-curling orgasm of historic magnitude. And he followed right behind her with a long, breathy groan, shuddering into her neck.
“Noah. That was …” She was breathless, not being able to put into words what exactly had just happened to her body.
He lifted his head with a look of yearning, as if he wanted to say something important. “What we have may not make sense to the rest of the world, but I don’t care,” he said softly. “When I’m with you, my life feels right, and the world is as it should be.” He rested his forehead on hers. “You’re like a tool I didn’t know I was missing that magically fixed me and put me back together again.”
