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The water poured down between us. My cock pulsed. I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to.

Noah grabbed my hand, leading it to his own erection. “And you touch me.”

Noah poured more soap into his hands, lathering both our cocks at the same time and my knees nearly buckled at the contact.

I stroked him, slowly, and he hissed with pleasure. He began to move as well, his fist making a perfect soapy froth at the tip of my cock with each pass of his hand. His fingers slid along me expertly, and I found myself leaning forward, closer to him and to the shower wall for support.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I moaned, tilting my head back and letting the water stream into my face.

Noah chuckled, but it was a low, breathy sound that was nearly lost in the background of the roaring shower. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he replied, giving my cock a firm stroke, making me feel lightheaded. “I love how hard you get for me.”

“Always,” I managed to say, my voice thick with need.

The streams of water cut into my line of vision, but it didn’t stop me from watching the movement of our hands together. I gazed back at Noah’s face, enjoying how it contorted with pleasure. More intense than when he was touching himself alone. I tightened my grip on him, twisting my wrist at the top of my stroke, the sound of soap meeting skin causing the muscles in my legs to stiffen.

Noah’s eyes fluttered closed, a guttural sound escaping him.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped. “Keep doing…that.”

We were practically pressed against one another now, my forehead bracing against his, the pace of my hand accelerating to match his own rhythm on me. My legs began to shake.

The steam clouded my sight, filling the space around me and making it difficult to breathe. But I didn’t care. None of that mattered. All that mattered was the feeling of Noah’s skin on mine, and the slick friction of our hands on each other’s cocks.

And the feeling I had within me…growing. More than any release. Just this feeling of watching him come undone. I wanted to be that for him. Always.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly. His eyes snapped open, sending a jolt right through me. “I want to watch you,” I barely made out.

Noah’s strokes against my cock became more urgent—sloppy. There was no pace anymore, just pure desperation. “Close,” he panted. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too,” I admitted, my hips thrusting into his fist. I was trying to hold on, to witness his gratification before my own.

“Come for me, Raven,” I ordered, my own words nearly sending me over the edge.

Noah’s body went rigid against mine, and I could feel his cock pulsing violently in my grip. He moaned deeply, his thumb pressing hard against my slit as he filled my fist with cum. That’s all it took. I was fucking ruined.

My body shuddered into his, and my fingers clawed at the tile behind his head—the only thing keeping me standing as I came hard against him.

I wasn’t sure how long the water poured over us in silence. We stayed locked together, panting, the shower rinsing away our aftermath.

Finally, I pulled back just enough to look at him. Noah’s hair was plastered to his forehead, his cheeks flushed from the heat and our exertion. His eyes held me captive—dark, soft, and filled with a perfect chaos that made my chest tighten.

A small, gentle smile played on his lips, and his hands reached out to brush the hair from my face. “Now…I forgive you,” he said breathlessly.

He was using my own words against me, I realized quickly. Truth be told, this kind of back-and-forth had always been one of my favorite things about us. What Noah could never understand, though, was that by him doing that, throwing my words back at me, only confirmed my feelings for him. And I prayed he felt the same—that this was more than just fucking in the shower. He was unknowingly stitching our past interactions together into the present, and that had to count for something deeper…

Didn’t it?

My heart hammered against my ribs, and words rose up in my throat. I opened my mouth to say them, to finally give voice to what I’d been feeling for weeks, for months.

Maybe it had been longer.

“I—” my words caught.

Noah stared at me, perplexed. I tried again.

“Noah, I…”

I searched his face for confirmation.