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Chapter Thirty-Three

With the bright spring sunshine creeping through the half-closed curtains, Noah looked almost angelic sleeping soundly next to me, our bodies squashed tightly together in the skinny, single bed.

After watching him for at least ten minutes, his heavy breaths steadily rising and falling as he slept peacefully, I needed to pee too badly to lie there any longer.

Gently lifting his arm from around my waist and rolling silently out of bed, I grabbed his worn white T-shirt from the floor and put it on, before tiptoeing out towards the bathroom.

The sharp stinging took me by surprise. Noah had been true to his word and had lavished attention solely on my pleasure until we eventually fell asleep. At one point, he had asked to use two fingers inside me. The stretching sensation had been odd, but even more fulfilling as he massaged the same deep spot he'd first introduced me to. Although, I wasn't enjoying the after effects of it as I sat wincing on the toilet.

As I snuck back into the bedroom with two mugs of coffee in my hands, he was still fast asleep, his arms stretched up under the pillow and one of his long, muscular legs dangling off the end of the bed. He had stripped down to his boxers to sleep and I paused for a second to admire his almost naked shape, barely covered by the duvet.

Placing the mugs on the bedside table, I pulled back the tiny bit of material covering him and crawled over his body. Gently running my lips down his neck, he groaned sleepily as he reached his hands down to grab my thighs and pull my hips down onto him.

As I sat straddling him, his morning erection pressed firm and proud between my legs. Squinting his eyes open just a little, he licked his sleep-dry lips and smiled lazily.

"That looks better on you than me," he said huskily, admiring his T-shirt clinging to the curves of my body. His voice was still raspy, his eyelids were heavy and his hair was sticking up in all directions. In that moment, as I smiled down at him and trailed my fingers lightly across the black tattoos adorning his chest, he was perfect.

Still smiling, I trailed my fingers further down his body, across the ripples of his abs to the waistband of his red Calvins.

He quickly placed one hand around my wrist. "What are you doing?"

"It's your turn," I whispered.

Slipping my fingers under the elastic waistband, I pulled his underwear down slightly, revealing more of the trail of hair that led towards the part of his body I had yet to see.

"Abi," he muttered, not finishing his sentence.

Unsure of whether it was a warning or an invitation, I shuffled my body further down his legs and continued to tug the material of his boxers.

"You don't have to do this," he whispered, tightening his grip on my wrist ever so slightly.

"I want to touch you," I said, softly. "It's not fair that you're doing these things to me while I'm not allowed to repay the favour."

A flash of irritation sparked behind his eyes. "Don't ever say I'm not allowing you to do something," he snapped. "I am not your ex. I would never stop you doing anything, I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm more than okay," I whispered as I leaned down to gently lay a kiss on his lips. "I'm with you."

As he started to kiss me back, slowly and tenderly, I tugged his boxers again, finally freeing him from their tight restraint. Sitting back up onto my knees, I trailed my fingertips over his hips, noticing how his breath hitched when they reached his pubic area. Slowly moving my eyes down his muscular torso, they came to rest on the part of him I'd been waiting to see. I couldn't stop my mouth dropping open slightly as I took my first look at Noah in all his glory; long, thick and solid, waiting for my touch.