The next couple of days flew by. I was so busy catching up on coursework and squeezing in rehearsals that I hadn't seen Noah, although having his number meant we'd been sending each other the occasional text. And, in keeping with the gentlemanly alter ego that I'd invented for him in my head, he'd called me every night before bed.

Talking to him on the phone was strange at first. Without being able to see his facial expressions, his dry sense of humour had come off a bit blunt a couple of times, until I'd pictured him with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes.

"Can I come to watch your performance tomorrow?" he'd asked on Thursday night.

"Umm, I'm not sure they'd let you. Haven't you all officially left now?" I replied, squeezing a pimple in the mirror as I held the phone tucked under my chin.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he replied, sounding a little dejected. "It's just you're going to be away all weekend and I haven't seen much of you."

"Well I'm here now, you know where I live," I laughed.

"It's too late though, no?"

"Not really, I don't start until twelve tomorrow, remember?"

"I'll be there in half an hour," he replied, quickly hanging up and leaving me to giggling to myself.

True to his word, it wasn't even a full thirty minutes before my phone flashed with a text message.

'Look down x'

As I pulled open my curtains to see him stood leaning against his car on the street outside, I felt like a kid at Christmas. It had only been a couple of days since I'd last seen him, but knowing that Noah was downstairs made my heart flutter with excitement and I ran to the door to buzz him up.

Charlotte was still awake - it was only just past ten, after all - and she screamed when I burst out of my room and straight to the door.

"Christ, Abi, where's the fire?" she shrieked.

"Noah's here," I replied breathlessly, without offering any further explanation before I flung open the door and practically jumped into his arms.

I heard her laugh softly to herself, as she switched off the TV and got up to head to her bedroom.

"Nice to see you, Noah," she smiled as she passed us.

"You too, catch you in the morning," he quickly grinned back at her, as he scooped me up and began to carry me towards my bedroom.

Throwing me down onto the bed, Noah pulled off his jacket and boots then crashed down on top of me with his arms resting on each side of my head.

"How am I going to do a whole weekend without seeing you?" he smiled.

Lightly rubbing his lips across mine, I exhaled deeply, releasing the tension that had been building inside me since he'd first said he was coming over.

As his lips closed over mine I allowed myself to become consumed in his taste, his smell, the heat of his body over mine. When his tongue parted my lips gently, I moaned at the feeling of his warm mouth opening up for my exploration. Running my tongue lightly against his, the goose pimples that only Noah could cause began to rise on my skin. I could have ripped his clothes off there and then.

"Slow down," he laughed gently as he moved his mouth to my neck, at the same time as I pushed my hips harder against him. "We've got all night."

"I want you, now," I whispered, allowing my normal guard to drop as the desire for him built between my legs.

"Yeah?" he replied, pulling away slightly to give me that wicked half-smile that drove me crazy. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to touch me," I panted, as the pushing of his pelvis against mine lit up every nerve ending within me.

"Like this?" he teased, stroking his fingers lightly down my bare arm, pulling the sleeve of my vest down as he went.

"Mm-hmm," I breathed in response.

"Or did you mean like this?" he continued, dragging his fingertips from my arm to my waist and creeping them lightly up under the silky material onto my stomach.

"Mmm," I replied, as my eyes closed to shield myself from the electricity of his touch.

"I think I know what you meant, really," he whispered against my mouth, as his hand moved downwards to lightly rub over my pyjama shorts.

"Yes, there," I sighed, pushing my body against his hand.

Suddenly, he sat up, leaving me to groan at the emptiness of no longer having his body weight on me.

"Take it all off," he instructed, staring deep into my eyes as he began to undo his belt buckle.

My eyes widened at his commanding presence and I did as he told me to. I slowly lifted my pyjama vest over my head, before slipping my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and underwear, pulling them down slightly before allowing Noah to finish the job.

Just a few weeks before, being so exposed in front of Noah would have made me cringe. But now, knowing that whatever he had planned was going to feel amazing, I felt more confident in my own skin. I was ready for him, no matter what he was about to do.

As he stood up and dropped his jeans to the floor, taking his socks off with them, I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge already straining within his multicoloured striped boxers. Until he grabbed the back of his T-shirt and pulled it roughly over his head. The sight of his tall, muscular body in just his pants was still enough to take my breath away.

Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, I pulled him towards me and lightly kissed a line across his washboard stomach, almost feeling the tattoos come to life under the touch of my lips.

As I looked up at him through my eyelashes, he was already staring down at me. With one hand running through my hair and his eyes hooded with desire, I slowly pulled the elastic of his boxers down until his length was freed, just millimetres from my face.

"Abi, you don't have to..." he began.

But, before he could even finish his sentence, I had placed my hand around him and started to lightly stroke the soft skin.

As my hand stretched to fit around him, I began to gently stroke, watching in fascination at the way his body throbbed and pulsed in response. Glancing upwards, I could see his eyes were still burning into me. He looked just as captivated as I was, watching each soft stroke as I sat there in front of him; naked as the day I was born.

Without thinking, I kept my gaze on his as I leant forward. Opening my mouth, I ran my tongue slowly up the underside of his length, all the way from the base to the tip, before lightly circling my tongue around the tip.

Noah's knees buckled slightly as he let out a groan.

"Fuck, Abi, let me do you first," he hissed.

Completely ignoring him, I repeated the move, keeping my eyes fixed on his the whole time.

"I can't look at you like that," he breathed. "You look so filthy, but so innocent."

As he rolled his eyes back in his head and closed them, I repeated the move once again. This time, though, when I reached the tip I licked my lips and gently took him into my mouth. I don't know what I'd been expecting him to taste like, but the warmth of his groin had blended with his freshly laundered boxers and he tasted divine. Pushing my mouth further down his length, I glanced up again as I took another inch.

He flicked his eyes down, before his knees buckled yet again and he let out a loud, guttural groan. As he gripped his fingers into my hair, I gently swirled my tongue around the tip again. Still holding the base in my hand, I pushed my mouth down, as far as I could go, sucking gently as my tongue tingled with the delicious taste of him.

Slowly, I began to move my head back and forth as his fingers massaged my scalp. The saliva that had built in my mouth enabled my lips to move freely, while I gently started to push my hand up and down at the same time.

"Fuck," he hissed, as I increased my pace.

Pulling back, I held him in my hand as I licked around the tip, before placing my mouth fully over him and continuing back and forth, a blend of soft and firm.

Groaning, he lightly thrust his hips back and forth to match my movements. "I'm going to come in a minute," he panted. "I don't want to do it in your mouth unless you want?"

Shit. I hadn't actually thought about that. The decision of how I planned to finish him never even crossed my mind.

"Umm," I responded, without realising the vibration of my voice while he was still in my mouth would cause him to jerk so strongly.

"Abi," he panted, "Pull away, I'm going to come."

I felt in control. Powerful. I continued to move my mouth up and down, increasing the pace as I swirled my tongue around his throbbing head and massaged with my hand.

"Abi, now," he groaned, as he grit his teeth together.

Suddenly, it dawned on me what was about to happen if I didn't take my mouth off him and I panicked a little.

As I slid my lips away, he placed his hand over mine and continued to move it up and down in a hypnotic rhythm. Keeping his other hand tangled in my hair, he bent to rest his forehead on mine; his breath falling across my face thick and fast as his body tensed.

Letting out a deep groan, his fingers gripped my head tightly as his stomach muscles began to contort and he pushed his length against my chest. The warm fluid shot against the skin of my chest before slowly trickling down my body as he rested his head on mine, sighing heavily as his muscles relaxed.

"Fuck," he whispered eventually, placing a firm kiss on my forehead. "That was insane."

"Are you sure?" I questioned, looking up at him as he stood back up straight.

"Look at you," he murmured. "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen just gave me head and is now sat naked, dripping in my cum."

He laughed gently as he shook his head to himself. "This is proper fantasy shit, Abi."

"Was it okay? Did I do it right?" I asked, smiling back at him as I tried to ignore the warm liquid creeping down into my belly button.

"Was that the first time you've done that?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Uh-huh," I responded, suddenly feeling ashamed of my inexperience.

"Jesus, if I'd known that I'd have been finished in about two seconds flat," he laughed.

Reaching down to pick his boxers up off the floor, he began to gently wipe me clean. "How did you know what to do?" he asked softly. "That was amazing."

"It just feels natural with you, like I don't need to think about what to do or not do," I replied, grimacing awkwardly as he cleaned away the pool that had collected in my navel.

"Good," he smiled, bending over to kiss me softly on the lips; something I'd always imagined guys wouldn't want to do after receiving oral sex.

This is Noah. The Gentleman lover, remember? My subconscious teased.

"Anyway, it's your turn now," Noah whispered, flashing me a wicked smile as he pushed my legs apart then knelt down by the bed in front of me.

As I watched him run his tongue up my inner thigh, I almost came undone on the spot. When he finally reached the most sensitive part and placed one long, slow lick against me, I fell backwards onto the bed, my legs still hanging down onto the floor as he began to work his magic between my legs.

While his tongue continued to circle and probe, his fingers began to move steadily against my aching nerve endings. The waves of pleasure intensified as he pushed his tongue inside me, swirling it deeply while his fingers danced against my clitoris. Replacing his tongue with one long, strong finger, his mouth began to suck gently over me once more. It wasn't long before I felt a second finger slowly being inserted.

Without meaning to, I moaned loudly at the satisfying fullness. Combined with the fast, flicking movements of his tongue, the overwhelming feeling of pleasure almost turned into pain as my moans came thick and fast, and my legs stiffened suddenly as I cried out his name.

As we lay next to each other afterwards, curled up tightly in my single bed, neither of us said a word as we basked in the glow of each other.

Gently tracing his fingers through my hair, Noah dipped his chin to look at me as I rested my head on his strong, inked chest.

"I need to take you out when you get back from your mum's," he said.

Laughing gently, I looked up at him. "What, like a date?"

"Yeah, a proper date," he smiled. "If we're going to do this properly we can't spend all our time in each other's rooms doing the deed."

"Why not?" I teased.

"As much I could spend all day and night with your legs wrapped around my head," he smirked, "I want to treat you properly. Take you out and show you a good time."

"Sounds nice," I smiled.

"Next week?" he continued. "How about next Friday?"

"Friday it is," I smiled. "Friday I'm all yours."

"Not quite yet," he chuckled gently as his lips rested against the top of my hair. "But I can't wait until you are."