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So close. So fucking close.I was coiled tight, just waiting for that release.
I put my hand on Noah’s chest. Right over his heart. His thrusts were in time with the beat, each taking me closer. Closer.Closer.
My vision whited out as I came. Spurts of cum filled the space between us as I roared his name.Fuck.
Noah’s hips slammed home. Once. Twice. And then they stayed. His eyes closed as he filled me, the veins in his neck standing out as his release rushed through him.
He let my legs fall from his shoulders and collapsed on my chest. I stretched my legs out and winced a little. Nothing was broken, but the muscles weren’t happy about being hammered in such a position.
No matter. My healing would take care of it in a few minutes. Besides, it was totally worth it. Partially for the orgasm, but mostly to see that look on Noah’s face as he came. Pure ecstasy.
He’d found that with me. He’d felt safe enough to fuck me exactly the way we both wanted.
I’d take sore muscles any day of the week if this was the result.
“I think we need another bath,” Noah mumbled against my chest.
I kissed the top of his head, gathering his hair so it wasn’t sticking to his neck. “That or a shower. I imagine you’re going to regret collapsing in the mess in approximately thirty seconds.”
“Maybe less.” Noah laughed, lifting his head. His attention caught on the silver gleaming in my nipples and he pouted. “How did I forget to play with these?” He flicked one lightly and I hissed. His responding grin was slow and sleepy. “Oh, I definitely need to play.”
“Maybe in the shower?” I suggested, stroking his back. “After some food though.”
Noah’s eyes narrowed. “Hmm. Are you actually hungry or are you trying to take care of me again?”
“Can’t it be both?”
He sighed happily. “Both is good. I want us both to be happy.”
I didn’t say anything, just kissed him. Being together would make us both happy. I’d never been more certain of anything. Nothing else mattered. Not his ex. Not my fears.
So long as we had each other, we’d be golden.
After devouring the contents of Noah’s thankfully well-stocked mini fridge, we’d taken a thorough shower.
And by thorough, I meant us slowly frotting to completion as we made out against the wall.
All in all, it was a good day. Not the date we’d had planned by any stretch of the imagination, but in terms of progress in our relationship?
Yeah. It was a fucking great day.
Well, technically, by the time we were done in the shower, it was two in the morning. I’d made some unconvincing noises about leaving, but Noah had seen it for the ruse that it was.
“You’ve pretty much stayed all night as it is. There’s no point going home now. Unless you want to.”
I didn’t miss the flash of vulnerability in his words. Kissing the end of his nose, I smiled. “I don’t want to go anywhere other than to bed with you.”
After helping him change the sheets, something I’d had to insist upon before he relented, we snuggled up together. Skin to skin, we whispered through the next few hours. We caught each other up on our pasts. Not all of it, of course. When you lived as long as we did, there was a lot of ground to cover.
But it was a start. We had centuries, possibly millennia to cover the rest.
Noah finally lost the battle with his eyelids at around five, falling asleep mid-sentence. His fingers curled aroundone of my nipple piercings while his breath gently blew over the other. Thanks to the fun he’d had with them in the shower, just his proximity to them had my cock filling, but I ignored it. I was perfectly content doing nothing more than holding Noah as he slept.
Through the crack in the curtain, I watched another day dawn. My second of many sunrises with Noah. I’d been right in what I’d said. It was a promise that there were better things to come. Each of them would involve this man in my arms.
This was real freedom. The freedom to love who I wanted. To choose the life I lived. To appreciate every damned moment. To never take a single second for granted.
I knew how easily it could all be ripped from you, but that wasn’t going to happen here. I’d lived through literal Hell, and this was my reward.
