Something about the way we began to slowly undress each other was different. More tender, more sensual, and more trusting than ever before.

As he peeled the straps of my dress down my arms, trailing his mouth along my shoulder before softly kissing my chest, Noah looked up at me as though he was silently repeating the words we had just said to each other.

Pushing my fingers through his hair, I pulled his head back up to meet mine, gently parting his lips with my tongue as I kissed him deeply.

My fingers were almost shaking as I undid the buttons of his fitted white shirt one by one, slowly revealing each beautiful piece of artwork inked on his skin. Drinking in every inch of his naked torso, I traced my fingers across the black ink designs that I had come to know so well on his skin.

Pulling my face back towards him, Noah's kiss had grown in urgency and he explored the depths of my mouth as though his life depended on it; alternating his rhythmic movements with gentle nibbles on my bottom lip and light brushes of his tongue along the outline of my mouth.

Piece by piece, we removed each other's clothes like we were unwrapping fragile gifts, each newly exposed piece of flesh deserving to be touched and kissed as much as the previous. By the time we were finally both stood completely naked in front of each other, I almost didn't know what to do next.

Luckily, Noah did.

Running his hands down my sides lightly, he stopped at my hips and pulled my body in close to his muscular, tall frame. Moving his lips down across my breasts and stomach, he knelt on the floor in front of me with his eyes raised upwards, like a sinner desperate seeking redemption.

Slowly moving his face between my legs, his hot breath on my skin made my knees weaken with the thought of what was coming next. But, to begin with, he didn't use his tongue the way I so desperately wanted him to.

Instead, he continued to tease all around my most intimate area with light brushes of his lips and warm streams of breath, making every nerve ending in my skin burst into life as his fingertips trailed all over my lower back, stomach and buttocks.

The breath was snatched from my lungs as he finally placed his tongue on me, easing my throbbing need for him by circling over my most sensitive spot.

As my body responded to his skilled movements, Noah's fingers were able to glide easily inside me as he continued to work his tongue in long, slow delicious circles. Increasing his pace little by little, my chest heaved with each breath I gasped in, and the pulsing within me grew until I was eventually balancing right on the edge of an almighty explosion.

With one last swipe of his tongue and curl of his finger, Noah succeeded in making me cry out. Shooting my hands down to grab hold of his messed up hair, I buckled as the waves burst like a tsunami through my body. Folded over him at the waist, I held his head tightly against my stomach as the feeling shook through my bones from head to toe.

Gently picking me up a couple of inches off the floor to carry me over to the bed, Noah's voice was soothing as he laid my body down gently, burying his face in my hair to whisper in my ear.

"I think you're ready now," he murmured, causing the butterflies to instantly swarm back into my stomach. "Do you want to?"

I nodded gently as I smiled up at him. I'm not sure he really understood that I'd been ready since the first time I felt the electricity of his kiss. But now, knowing how we truly felt about each other, things seemed different in some way. Like I wouldn't just be giving him all of my body, but all of my heart too.

"Are you sure? I need to hear the words," he continued.

"I'm ready," I whispered, holding his face to kiss his lips gently.

"I was hoping you would be..." he smirked, as he reached over my head to open the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

As he pulled out a square, silver packet he'd obviously placed there earlier, my stomach was pounding with anticipation. Watching him slide the condom on with wide eyes, I briefly winced at the thought of how on earth I was going to be able to fit him inside me.

Other people do it all the time, it will be fine, my subconscious soothed.

As though, yet again, he could hear my thoughts, Noah leant his body back over mine and kissed my neck lightly.

"I don't want to hurt you, but it might be a bit painful," he whispered between kisses, his fingers slowly working their way between my legs once more. "Just try to relax, okay?"

"Okay," I breathed. The blend of nerves and excitement - combined with the way his hand was moving – was causing my heart to beat so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest right there and then.

Carefully positioning his body over me, Noah rested his weight on one elbow beside my head, while his other hand lightly stroked my hair back from my face.

"Just breathe, and tell me if you want to stop," he said, earnestly holding my gaze.

"I will," I croaked, my mouth dry and my heart pumping too hard to speak properly.

"I love you, Abi," he murmured gently, placing his lips on mine as his hand left my hair to reach down between our bodies and guide his length to my entrance.

"I love you," I whispered back.

Slowly pushing into me, I gasped loudly as my body stretched to accept the tip of him.

"Fuck," he hissed, feeling the warmth of my body clenching tightly around him, before gently easing a little further in.

Inch by inch, he continued to push his way inside me, stopping every couple of seconds to give me time to relax. As the final part of his length filled me up, he let out a groan, pressing his lips against mine while looking deep into my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he breathed against my mouth.

"Mm-hmm," I winced. The feeling was deep and alien. Not unpleasant, but definitely uncomfortable.

"I knew you'd be tight but this is insane," he murmured, his buttocks clenching under my hands. "I'm going to move now, alright? I'll try to be gentle."

Nodding at him as he carefully pulled his hips back, the stinging that shot through me caused a sharp moan to escape my lips.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, pausing before easing his length back into me.

"Don't be sorry," I whispered, trying my best to relax and adapt to the sensation.

"Shall I stop?" he asked, concerned.

I shook my head as I reached up to run my fingers into the side of his hair, signalling for him to continue his slow strokes in and out.

With each movement hurting slightly less than the previous, I focused on kissing him as he quickened his pace ever so slightly.

"Abi, I'm not going to take long," he muttered, a coy smile gently creeping up the corner of his mouth. "You feel incredible."

"Keep going," I smiled back at him before closing my eyes.

After just a few more minutes, his pace had become faster as he plunged deep inside me then slid almost all the way back out. I could feel every muscle in his body tensing under my palms as I ran them over his heavenly skin, clammy and hot with desire.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," he gasped suddenly, gripping my hair firmly in his fist as he pushed deeper and harder.

"Shit," he continued, losing himself in the moment as he thrust into me a couple more times. As his whole body tensed, he grunted even more obscenities before, with one final push, I felt him begin to pulse inside me.

I had no idea what was supposed to happen next. Kissing my forehead softly, his breathing was still rapid and I could feel him, rock hard, still inside me.

After lying motionless for a couple of minutes as Noah covered my face in gentle kisses, he reached down to grip the base of the condom and slowly withdrew. The feeling of emptiness shocked me a little, and the throbbing pain deep inside me was almost as bad as a period cramp.

"That was amazing," he smiled, as he rolled off from on top of me and peeled the condom from his body. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he whispered as he shifted his body to pull me in close.

"It felt weird," I replied quietly, "But 'good' weird."

"It will get better, I promise," he smiled, showing the whole perfectly imperfect row of his teeth. "Soon you'll be able to enjoy it as much as I just did," he continued, meeting my lips in a slow and tender kiss.

"Can't wait," I whispered, pulling my head back to look at him. "I love you."

"I love you," he replied with a tired smile.

As he slowly started to drift off, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we lay with our foreheads together, I studied every detail of his beautiful features. I wanted to remember this one amazing weekend for the rest of my life, every single second of it.

I'm sure I would never have felt that way if I knew what the next day had in store.