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I rolled on a condom and slicked up my cock with lube. I'd take him from behind this time. Part of me was afraid to be face-to-face with him. What would he see while looking up at me?

Trust and desire … and maybe a hint of something else.

I positioned my cockhead against his flushed and puffy hole and pushed until my glans had passed the tight ring. We both groaned. A shiver ran up Noah's spine and his skin broke out in the most glorious little bumps. I gripped his hips and slid in further.

"Fuck … yes," Noah moaned, gathering clumps of my bedding in his hands, and hanging on until the material pulled away from the pillows. I gripped Noah's hips; certain I was going to leave bruises. I caressed my cock into him until I was fully seated.

I stayed there and revelled in the velvety warmth that I had been craving for weeks, aware that it was so much better because we were becoming closer.

"Fucking move," Noah gasped. "Please. I need you to fuck me."

Right now, though … between us, it was carnal.

I withdrew and then slammed into him, jostling the bed. Judging by the way he liked his face fucked, I had taken a chance that Noah liked it rough.

"Oh, god, yes," Noah confirmed. "Just like that. Fuck me hard."

I obliged, pounding into him until he was hollering my name and a whole lot of gibberish. One hand on his hip, I used the other to pin him down, my grip around the back of his neck.

"Mine."

"Fuck, yeah," Noah spilled coherently into a pillow. "Use me. Make me yours."

I adjusted my angle and rammed into him; the room filled with the sound of two bodies colliding. Noah's body contracted around my cock, and he grunted, his hole pulsing.

He'd cum hands-free.

It sent me over the edge. I jerked my hips against him again and again, roaring, and filled the condom. I panted hard, coming back down to earth, as I lay stretched out on his back.

I didn't move until my erection softened and slipped from Noah's hole.

My hole.

I kissed the back of his neck, climbed off him, and crashed down beside him. I stripped off the condom and tossed it off the edge of the bed. I would deal with it later. Noah came off his knees and crawled up to be near my chest. The kiss he gave me was so sweet, I thought my emotions might get the better of me. He brought me so close to shedding a tear.

I stroked my fingers through his sweaty hair, unsticking it from his brow.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I'll let you know if you ever do." Then he kissed me again; a quick one.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

I grunted, accepting his assurance. Noah lay down and adjusted his body until his back was pressed against my chest. I slung my arm over him and pulled him tight to me. The scent of his sweaty skin at the base of his neck was intoxicating. I set an open-mouth kiss on the spot, peeking my tongue out to taste him. He squirmed and giggled and reached back for my hip.

"You're perfect." I knew he needed to hear it.

He lifted my hand from his chest and kissed my knuckles. We lay there until our bodies cooled, then climbed under the covers, retaking our position, entwined together.

I hummed against the back of his head not sure I'd ever felt this happy. It scared me until I remembered that Noah and I were in this together.

And that I trusted him.

Chapter Fifteen | Noah

When I woke, it was dark in the room. It took me a second to remember where I was, confirmed by the heavy arm of the man behind me holding me against him.

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