Leaving Normal by Stef Holm (best ereader for graphic novels TXT) 📕

She just had a moment when she wondered if she could please him as much as he pleased her. It was a stupid and inopportune thought, but she had it just the same.

She slid her hands down his chest, lower to his navel. He had a modest amount of hair on his body, not much. She liked the smooth feel of him, the way he smelled. Musky. Masculine. She liked the sound of his voice in the room, the way his breathing echoed against the walls.

She traced a circle around his navel, then swallowed. Lower. She moved lower to the nest of hair at his groin.

He thrust out, firm and rigid. She touched him. So smooth, warm. Pulsating with heat. A bead of moisture was on the tip and she rubbed it into his flesh, slowly and with a massaging motion.

He groaned, touched her breast with his hand, then pushed her into the bed and covered her nipple with his mouth. He pulled and tugged, a light suction and just enough rough pressure to drive her crazy.

Need consumed her, the moist folds of her flesh aching for him.

She encircled him, slowly pumping and moving. His hips arched, he moved slowly with her.

His hand found where she pulsed, touched, and his fingers went to the spot that stimulated her to the edge of sexual release. She hung on, not wanting to let go. Not yet. He stroked and rubbed, sucking on her nipple at the same time.

Time ceased to be measured. It dragged and ebbed, each of them touching and exploring one another. He felt like a part of her and there was no room to breathe, to think.

Natalie tingled everywhere. The jolt of his thigh against her pelvis ignited him, evoking a tremor.

His mouth broke free of her nipple and he kissed her, a half groan that smothered her lips. Everything inside her pulsed tightly, a consuming tenseness that begged to be unwound.

Her legs spread and she wanted him now, this second.

She'd never felt so slick, so ready.

"I have something in the nightstand." The words came out in a choppy breath. "I can't reach…you'll have to get it."

She didn't need to say what it was. Tony reached over her, opened the drawer and came out with the condom. Thankfully he didn't ask her to put it on him; he did so himself, quickly.

She just wanted him back beside her, in her, next to her, on top of her.

He was there and she gripped his buttocks as he lay over her, her legs opening wide and feeling him at her entrance. She arched her hips, moved higher, wanting so badly…

And then she felt the tip of him, hot and aroused.

He moved forward a little, not all the way inside. Torture.

His arms were braced on either side of her, his facial expression in deep control and concentration. She wanted to tell him to stop it, to just be inside her. Yet at the same time, it was the slowness of it all that drove her to near frenzy.

"More," was all she could utter.

He gave her slightly more. Then a little more.

Her legs rose and she hugged his hips, urging and . pushing herself to contain him completely. Until he obliged. With one long thrust, he was inside, and the gasp that left her throat couldn't be contained.

She struggled to regulate her breathing but failed miserably. On the brink of losing all control, she focused only on the face above hers. His eyes, their color. Briefly, they caught hers, then they closed.

His lips parted. A sheen of moisture covered his forehead.

He moved with a slow and rhythmic pressure that drove her forward, to the edge. She burned and throbbed, felt incredibly filled. The rotation of her hips grew faster, harder. She met him in the middle of each thrust, her hands moving down the length of his back.

There was no place between them that didn't touch, abrade, cause a pleasurable friction. She undulated, her flesh tightened around him.

The movement became less exploratory, more steady and stronger. She was on the edge, that place where she would be able to let herself go. She didn't want to hold back any longer.

Natalie reached for it and let go.

Her entire body convulsed around him as her nails sank into his shoulders, keeping him close, her legs locked around him.

Several more thrusts, and he sought his own pleasure, pulsing within her body and releasing. She closed her eyes to the overwhelming intensity of them being together.

He collapsed on top of her. A jagged breath left his lips in a low rasp as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

A moment later, he lifted his head and kissed her fully on the mouth. He didn't move; she wasn't ready for him to leave her and he knew. He still felt hot within her; a sensation she wanted to savor.

Trembling, she lifted a hand to his face. She spoke nothing. Didn't need to.

Everything she felt, but was unable to say, was reflected in Tony's eyes.

In the flickering light, listening to the thrum of his heart beating against hers, Natalie dared to embrace a truth she had tried to keep at bay.

She feared what had started out as sex would turn to a profound and intimate connection leaving her wanting more.

A lot more.

Chapter Twenty-One

Premonitions

Natalie was late for work, missing an early-morning meeting with a vendor and forgetting her cell phone at home.

She never thought she'd oversleep with Tony next to her in bed. She hadn't slept all night with a man in so long, she figured she wouldn't doze off, much less drop off into a coma. So she hadn't set her alarm. Big mistake.

When she finally opened her eyes, the clock had read 7:45 a.m. Panic set in, then an instant awareness of the body beside her, an arm draped over her middle and a strong chest butted against her back.

She'd thrown off