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.

Lightly brushing my fingers against the soft skin of his length, Noah let out a deep breath and blinked slowly. As I stroked my fingers gently down to the base, I felt my own body tingling at the warm feel of his skin, and the sight of his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

Wrapping my hand around him, I started to slowly move it up, the skin sliding gently under my grip as Noah's green eyes burned into mine. I had done this before a few times with George, but never like this. He had never looked at me the way Noah was looking at me. He had never been so comfortable with nakedness that he would have let me sit on him in the brightness of morning. And he had certainly would never have put my needs first, the way Noah had done the previous night.

"Abi," he groaned gently, as I continued to drag my hand slowly up and down his length.

George had also never said my name in that way.

Placing my thumb over the top of Noah's length, I began to rub the glistening tip in small circles while I pushed my grip up and down, causing him to moan softly and roll his eyes back before closing them.

The sight of his erection in my hand was making my own excitement stir again. Almost as though he could sense this, Noah reached one hand down and slipped it into the side of my pants, brushing his fingers against me lightly as I continued to massage him.

"Abi," he whispered again. "Spit in your hand."

A little taken aback by what he had asked but doing it anyway, I released him from my grip, spat quietly into my palm, then placed it back on him.

The realisation of why he had asked me to do it became instant. My now wet hand glided easily against him, pushing and pulling the soft skin back and forth as I increased my pace. His fingers continued to move rapidly against my most sensitive spot, making my body buckle forward involuntarily.

With Noah using this as a cue to roll me over, our bodies were pressed tightly against each other side-by-side as we continued to pleasure each other. As his breathing grew quicker, he gently slipped two fingers into me as his other hand gripped the back of my head.

I let out a loud moan as the feeling ran through my body, the expert movement of his fingers quelling any discomfort left over from the night before. Noah's own small groans were growing louder with each stroke up and down his length.

"Fuck, Abi," he hissed against my lips.

"Is it okay?" I whispered back.

"Incredible," he rasped. "You're incredible."

The ecstasy of not only having Noah pleasure me, but being able to do the same to him, made me feel like a completely different person; uninhibited, confident, desirable. The way he looked at me and spoke to me was unlike anyone ever had before, and the intensity of his touch made my body start to pulse as I clenched my thighs tighter around his hand.

Gripping his hand a little tighter through the back of my hair while the other continued to work between my legs, Noah murmured through panted breaths.

"Are you going to come for me again?"

"Uh-huh," I gasped, as the waves began their welcome furious rolling.

"Look at me," he continued, his voice firm yet broken by hitched breaths. "I want to watch you."

Doing as he said, I strained my eyes open as the final wave crashed down forcefully upon the shore of my climax. I moaned loudly, pushing my body hard against his hand.

"Go with it, keep looking at me," Noah coaxed as I cried out in ecstasy.

The warmth erupted from my centre into every part of my being, causing my muscles to shiver in short, sharp, bursts of release. Without thinking, I called out Noah's name.

"Shit, fuck," he gasped, barely able to form the words as he scrunched his eyelids closed and pushed his forehead against mine while biting down hard on his bottom lip. With one long, guttural groan, I felt the warmth of his release shoot against my thigh as he throbbed rhythmically in my hand.

After a few seconds, Noah sighed out a long breath and placed his lips gently on my forehead before trailing them all the way down my nose to meet mine. His kiss was tender and euphoric as he lightly caressed my mouth, gently pulling my bottom lip between his teeth before placing a soft peck over it.

Slowly gliding his fingers out from within me he traced them in sot circles across my buttocks, smiling lazily as his eyes grew heavy again.

"Abi, you are just..." he started, before his voice trailed off and he shook his head, smiling. "You are something else. I've never felt like that from a hand job, that was fucking amazing."

I didn't want to think about the fact Noah had probably been given hundreds of hand jobs before, but he had said it. He had put the thought in my mind.

"How many women have you been with, Noah?" I asked, instantly regretting it.

"Abi, please, not this again," he sighed. "The things I've done before are in the past now. I've been with a lot of women, a lot. You don't want to know any more than that, it will only hurt you."

I rolled my eyes at his response. "I'm not a child, I can deal with it," I huffed.

"Are you having a tantrum, Miss Wilson?" he shot back with a smirk.

"No," I snapped, narrowing my eyes.

"You are, aren't you?" he laughed, pulling my body against his. "You're not getting the answers you want you're going to get huffy about it?"

"No I'm not." I tried to fight back, but couldn't help collapsing into a fit of laughter as he began to tickle my waist.

Rolling onto his elbow above me, Noah's smile was soft and warm as he stopped his playful attack and moved one hand up to stroke my hair from my face.

"Abi, look," he began. "That's not a question you need to know the answer to. It won't change anything. I've been having sex since I was fifteen and I'm nearly twenty-two now. I've been with a lot of women, but that's over now. I've changed and I want to be with you. Only you."

"What does that mean?" I whispered, scared to let out the breath I was holding in case it burst the bubble surrounding us.

"I want to be with you, Abi. Officially."

"Like boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"I prefer 'partners' if I'm honest," he smiled.

"Do you mean it?" I whispered.

"Nah, I'm just taking the piss," he said, rolling his eyes. "Of course I mean it."

As I lay there, looking up at the most perfect man I'd ever seen, asking me to be his girlfriend, I could have cried.

"Alright," I said gently, smiling up at him as he continued to stroke the hair back from my face.

"Alright?" he responded, raising both eyebrows.

"Alright!" I repeated, a little louder and unable to hold back the grin from my face.

"That'll do for me," he laughed, before leaning down to kiss me softly and sweetly once again. As his hand moved down to pull my leg closer into his body, it stopped suddenly.

He pulled his head back sharply to look at me with his nose tightly scrunched up. "Yep, that'll be my own spunk I'm rubbing into your skin there," he grimaced.

"Better go grab a towel and get that cleaned up then, 'partner'," I laughed, mocking his earlier use of the word as he rolled off the bed and stood there in his bright red boxers.

"Why yes ma'am," he laughed back in an attempt at a cowboy accent, flicking his head to the side with a fake tilt of his rodeo hat.

Laughing at him as he sauntered over to the bedroom door like John Wayne, he pulled open the door and strode out into the hallway.

His footsteps stopped dead after just a couple of steps.

"Umm... morning?"

Noah's voice was awkward, rising up at the end with uncertainty. After the split second of silence that followed his greeting, the sound of Alex and Charlotte erupting into shrieks of laughter boomed from the hallway outside.