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Noah has been tense lately.
Something is going on with Chelsea and Damien, and he's taken it upon himself to get involved and try to fix it. I've decided to wait until Chelsea comes to me, but Noah thinks he could sway Damien away from her with the right words.
He's working on one of Damien's cars again, the one that keeps coming in with bullet holes in it, and has been at work for the last twelves hours.
Due home any minute, I cross my legs and lean back against our headboard.
The trip to Victoria Secret was a success. Being tall, it's difficult to find flattering sets for my body type, but I shopped for hours today, made sure that I could find something that would really set him at ease.
He deserves to relax.
I pull the stockings up my thighs and press my breasts together, eyeing my reflection in the mirror next to the wardrobe. Yeah, I look hot.
Red suits me. Matches the hair.
Matt has a date tonight, perfect timing for me, not so perfect for whatever girl he's seeing.
I stay well away from his love life and even further away from his one night stands - the less I know, the better.
Ignorance truly is bliss, even if I do feel guilt at the way he acts around women.
One day I'll take on the challenge of setting him straight, but for now, I'm just glad he's happy about Noah and I.
Speaking of Noah and I, the door downstairs opens.
"Maddie?" He calls, voice deep, tired.
"Upstairs!" I yell back, readjusting my breasts once more. I cross my legs, open them, cross them again. He drops some stuff in the hallway and pads slowly up the stairs.
I briefly worry that he's too tired, but then realise he'd tell me if he was, and that would be that. Communication; easy.
"Why aren't you running out here to kiss me right now?" He asks at the top of the stairs. "It's suspicious."
Smiling down at bed, I pull my hair forwards and stretch out my legs. Lingerie, lipstick, and a freshly shaved body - I'm definitely ready. Matt should leave the house for the night more often. It's been weeks since we had time for ourselves.
The door opens, as does Noah's mouth as soon as he steps into the room.
He carefully leans back against the wall next to the door, dropping his work bag and letting his eyes run over my body.
"Long day?" I ask.
Even my voice sounds seductive. Score.
Noah runs a hand through his curly hair - it's grown a lot lately, he's been too busy to get it cut. My hands twitch, as if wanting to be threaded through the strands already.
"Fuck me," he murmurs, practically drooling.
I'm trying.
"When's the last time I've been able to fuck you without prying ears, huh?" He asks, pulling his t-shirt over in head in one quick swoop. Heat sweeps through my entire body.
My legs spread further apart of their own accord and I watch as Noah's eyes drop to the movement, wide and wanting.
"You've had a long day," I coo. "How about coming to bed?"
He undoes the button on his jeans and I roll up onto my knees, holding out my arms. In two steps, he's stood in front of me, breathing unusually and already at full mast. I take the zip down for him and then push the fabric down his legs slowly, leisurely, bending over so that he gets a nice view of my ass.
"Do you even realise how perfect you are?" He breathes. "How gorgeous you look in... this."
Two fingers grasp a little bit of the fabric attached to the bra of this lingerie.
I thread my fingers through his and pull him onto the bed.
Immediately he goes for the kiss, which I side-step. Tease. I can see the word on his lips, but he's refraining from saying them.
"A very long day," I continue to speak softly, rearranging him into a sitting position and then slipping onto his lap. His head tilts to the left as I rub the knots out of his shoulders and start lazily grinding against his cock, still in the lingerie, still with our underwear separating us.
It's not usually this slow. We don't have the time or privacy, living with Matt. Usually fast and dirty and filled with heated kissing, against whatever surface possible, wherever possible when we get a shred of alone time.
It feels nice to be able to tease him again. To take our time.
He moans when I kiss his neck, just like he moans when I massage the muscles at the top of his back, and against when my breasts push against his chest, nipples peaked.
"Working so hard for me," I whisper. The double meaning is not lost on either of us. "Want you to know how grateful I am."
"Mads, sweetheart-"
He's going to say you don't need to, I already know, but I catch the words in a kiss and swallow them down. I know I don't need to do anything. I want to.
I trail kisses down his neck, down his chest, and then over his naval.
He's so hard you'd think it was our first time, but he's always this hard, always this ready.
After a year, I thought the passion would've simmered off a little but it never did.
I don't see it simmering off any time soon at all.
Pulling his boxers down, I throw one more sultry look at him - he's looking at my breasts and biting his lip, good - before swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock. Fingers thread into my hair as Noah releases a long sigh that mixes with a moan when I wrap my lips around his tip.
"So, so perfect," he murmurs. "Lingerie was made for you."
I shake my ass playfully, winking, and then take him fully into my mouth. Hot and hard and pulsing. He whines like he can't control himself, bucking up his hips. Drool runs down the side of my mouth as I try to taste as much of his cock as I possibly can. You're perfect.
My head pulls to one side as the grip on my hair tightens.
I do the best I can. Suck it like a lollipop, like I can't live without it (I can't, hearing Noah whine while I give him head lives in my mind rent free, twenty four seven.) Trace every vein with my tongue and revel in my own skill when I glance up and see that his eyes have rolled back into his head.
My mouth is warm and wet and held as tightly around his cock as possible when he starts jutting up into it. Gripping my head, stroking the side of my face with his thumb, I dig my nails into his naked hip and take as much of him as I can.
"I love how into this you always are," he moans, breathless. "Pretty, pretty girl. Always taking me so good."
When I moan around him, I feel his cock twitch against my tongue. There's a specific way he hardens when he's about to come, and sometimes I swallow down every last drop I can get. Other times though, like today, I pull away and push him back down to the bed.
No time to undress. My mind is focused, desperate.
This lingerie was expensive, anyway.
As if expecting it, Noah shuffles further down the sheets and holds my hips as I swing a leg over his body and push my underwear to the right. I jerk him once, twice, and then press the tip of his cock against my entrance.
"Fucking-" he hisses, watching our bodies with narrowed, sultry eyes, biting his bottom lip. As if in a daze. I slip down onto him in one smooth movement. "Jesus Christ," he hisses, eyes shutting. I moan as he says the words.
Then I'm bouncing.
Like I'm starved.
Like it's the first time we've ever been able to fuck, the first time I've felt him filling me up, the first time he's hit that spot inside of me that's making me see stars. Despite the confines of the tight lingerie, my breasts bounce with each movement I make.
It's as if my mind is taken over, and I suddenly can think of nothing but make him come. Get him off. Absolutely ruin him.
I forget about my own pleasure entirely until I feel one of his hands slipping down my stomach and between us, one finger pressing against the bundle of nerves that completely undoes me.
I open my mouth but not a single sound leaves.
"There's nobody here," Noah pants. "And if I don't hear your pretty moans right now then I'm going to be really upset. Especially because I've worked so hard."
He grabs my hip with his free hand and pulls me down to his body every time I lift myself up, so that it's rougher between us. Hotter. Sweatier. I push my hair out of my face and try not to dribble onto his chest as I fall forward with each of his movements.
"You feel..."
I can't even finish my sentence.
"I know, baby," he coos, hands still all over my body. Still fucking me upwards.
"This was meant to be... for you."
He licks a drop of sweat from my neck and then bites down so suddenly that I can't help but cry out and squeeze my walls around his cock.
"Yeah," he grunts. "It is. So be a good girl and put your mouth right by my ear so you're all I can hear, alright?"
"Fuck," I whine, my head dropping next to his.
Noah always knows just what to say. It's like he reads erotic novels just to steal their good lines, and then feeds them back to me so he can undo me in an instant. He doesn't (to my knowledge) but wherever he pulls those lines from works like a charm. Every time.
"All dressed up for me," the words seem blurry, but that's probably because I can't even open my eyes, never mind think about anything but the waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body. "So thoughtful and lovely. I love you so much."
"I love you," I gasp, despite feeling like I can't even breathe.
I grasp each of his biceps, flexed, and bite gently on the lobe of his ear as he slows down slightly, rolling his hips up to feel everything - and I feel everything too, every ridge, each nudge of the tip against my walls.
Fuck, I'm so fucking close. This was meant to be a treat.
Blowjob, riding; maybe I should've started out with a back massage or something to elongate the process.
I just can't control myself around Noah.
"I'm so-" his mouth is on my neck again.
Suckling. Teasing. He smiles against my skin as I whine into his ear, squeezing my eyes shut so tightly that tears begin to build in the corners.
And then everything fades. I'm floating on clouds, tasting sugar in the air, smelling that lovely aftershave he wears that I adore. Like I'm in heaven. Like nothing bad has ever happened or will ever happen again. Everything is perfect. Life is incredible.
Noah's hips are stuttering when I start to gasp, coming out of my orgasm. I'm clutching him so tight that I feel his cock pulse inside of me, and I can barely catch my breath as he buries his head into my neck and comes too.
Our bodies collapse into one. I'm not sure where he starts and I end, but I know that my legs are jelly and I couldn't move if I tried.
I just want to kiss every visible patch of skin on his body for the rest of time, so that's what I start to do, dragging my lips over his skin lazily so that I don't have to move my head too much.
Minutes pass like this. Lazy minutes that smell like sweat and sex and passion.
"You're... you," I say, through shaky breaths and whilst drawing lazy circles into his skin.
Noah squeezes me into his arms.
"You," he says in response, just as out of breath. "I never want you to be quiet again."
That drags a laugh out of me, despite the exertion.
"Me neither."
"Good, so it's settled."
"What is?"
He smiles up at the ceiling and then at me.
"I think we should live together," he says gently, eyes sparkling. "In our own place. Without third parties... So, will you move in with me?"
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A year and a half of hard work.
My eyes swell with tears and my cheeks hurt from the amount I'm smiling.
Noah and I scrimped and saved and searched for the last year and a half, all for this moment. Granted, Paul offered us some help to start us off, and we wouldn't have been able to do this so quickly without him.
But still, this feels earned.
"What do you think?" Noah murmurs. "Still love it?"
He wipes a tear from my cheek and then kisses the track it left.
"I'm going to take that as a yes," he grins. Killer.
The keys to our new house are pressed into my palm, cold as steel.
The estate agent we used has put two key rings on them, a black N and a green M; our initials.
I squeal as I look at the freshly painted front door and the empty porch space around it.
Noah's car fits perfectly in the driveway too, with room to spare for my own car eventually.
I passed my driving test three months ago. There were tears all around, then, too.
Matt still refuses to get into a car that I'm driving.
(But he has his own car now, so there's absolutely no need for me to drive him anywhere anyway.)
The bay window is just as beautiful as I remember, and even though the lights are off, the house looks calm and inviting, friendly. Good neighbourhood, close to local schools, a great halfway point between both of our workplaces. The perfect fit.
"Come on," Noah urges. "I'll let you unlock the door and everything."
I stumble forward still in his arms and try not to bounce up and down as I press the key into the lock and twist it. Perfect, perfect-
"You're perfect," Noah says against my cheek.
I didn't realise I was speaking aloud.
"That's you, actually."
"Definitely you."
The door opens and reveals the bare innards.
Our moving van isn't due for another hour, and even though Matt promised he would help get all our stuff in, he couldn't get the time off work.
His new fancy finance job doesn't allow him a lot of leave, especially because they continuously promote him. He's apparently very good at his job.
Good for him, not so good for his work-life balance.
I don't think about him for long though.
Instead, I run into the empty living room and look at the built in fireplace. I tell Noah where I'd like him to put bookshelves, our TV, the couch, and he nods along and writes things down on his phone.
Walking into the kitchen, I squeal again.
"What?" Noah asks, still typing on his phone in the living room. "The truck should be here early. In about half an hour, they say."
Storing that information for later, I pick up the large gift basket and haul it through the doorway.
"Gift basket!" I practically shout.
"Jeez, love, be careful."
I spin through the door and drop it back on the kitchen counter, Noah's arms wrap around me from behind to lift the card from the top.
"It's a move-in gift from the estate agent," he says, "I think they like us."
"We're cute," I say. "Everyone likes us."
He kisses the side of my face, my forehead, and then my lips.
We dig through the gift basket together and eat the breakfast pastries whilst sat on the living room floor. We're both just procrastinating; there's a pile of stuff in the boot of Noah's car we need to bring in that was too fragile to put in the moving van.
But I don't want to leave this floor, this entire house. We own this house!
"Can you believe this is ours?"
"No," he snorts. "I still can't believe we're even dating, most of the time."
I bump my shoulder again his.
"Shut up, you're a catch. Definitely more a catch than me."
We begin making out on the floor. This happens a lot.
Between pastries, kissing, and dragging a few things in from the car, half an hour goes by in a blip.
The moving company arrives and begins unloading with Noah's help.
I point at various corners of different rooms, telling them where to put things, wondering which colours we'll paint which walls.
Noah and I have planned to do a big shop later to get some items to decorate, and then this weekend his parents will be taking us to get the bigger items; sofa, bed, washing machine.
Our parents have been absolute God-sends throughout this entire process.
The word mortgage feels scary, and yet with all the support we've had, this entire process has felt like a breeze. It's probably why this move in day feels so easy.
Less breezy when three hours of moving goes by, but still breezy nonetheless.
When the company leaves, we stand in our box-filled living room and make eye contact.
"We actually live together," I say.
Noah glances at his watch.
"Matt is still going to be here in half an hour, though, so not that much has changed."
"We own this house."
Have I said that countless times already? Definitely. It still doesn't feel real.
Noah sweeps me up in his arms and twirls me around the living room. I wrap my legs around his waist and wish we had a couch to collapse on, but until the weekend we have boxes and a blowout bed. I wouldn't ask for it to be any other way.
"We're homeowners," I whisper into his ear, still grinning as widely as humanly possible.
"Damn right we are, baby."
"With a mortgage."
Noah captures my lips in a kiss, and I try and squeeze the entirety of his six foot three body into my arms.