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I groan at the feel of him between my legs. “I don’t need foreplay right now.”

He chuckles, sliding off the couch. “Let me grab a condom.”

“Hurry up.”

Noah ducks to grab a packet from a drawer in the kitchen and re-enters the living room, rolling it on himself. I restlessly shift as I watch him stalk towards me, his hooded eyes lingering on the space between my legs. “You’re greedy tonight.”

“I can’t help it.”

“I don’t want you to help it.” Noah reaches for my calf muscles and yanks me so I’m closer to the edge of the sofa, guiding my feet over his shoulders. “I love when you tell me what you want.”

Noah’s brought that out of me in such a short time.

Whilst I might still get a bit embarrassed talking about sex so openly, my actions speak volumes.

I grinded against him first. I kissed him first. I was a woman possessed when we went camping, and when we have sex?

Noah makes me feel like I’m not only safe, but sexy and wanted.

And I love being able to make his eyes flare with heat.

“I want to be on top,” I tell him.

Noah’s sexy smile curls as he leans down, my legs still over his shoulders. “Whatever you want, Maelstrom.”

He scoops me up and plops me on my feet before sitting on the couch. His hands wrap around the back of my thighs, and he looks up at me through his lashes.

“I’m all yours, baby,” he purrs.

I place my hands on his shoulders and straddle his thighs, rubbing myself on his hard length. We groan simultaneously as I slowly lower myself onto him, air getting trapped in my throat as he fills me deeper and deeper. “Oh, Jesus,” I pant, as I take him to the hilt.

Noah looks at me like he’s drunk, kissing my breasts and leaning in to take a nipple in his mouth. His hands are everywhere, setting my entire body alight. The way he gazes at me, like I’m someone to be worshipped, is more of a turn-on than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I slowly rock my hips, and he groans in pleasurable pain, tilting his head back as he meets my movements. His hands find my butt cheeks and he guides me back and forth, guttural sounds growling from his throat with every thrust.

It’s empowering seeing the awestruck look on Noah’s face.

The slightly parted lips as he grips my hips rolling against him.

My clit continues to rub his pubic bone and the intensity builds, my back arching in response.

I increase my tempo, relishing the mild pain of Noah’s fingertips sinking into my flesh.

“You look so good riding me,” Noah pants.

“Keep talking,” I groan.

“No one takes my cock as well as you,” he rasps. “Your pussy is so tight.”

White hot flames lick at my core, and I let out another moan, my hands gripping into Noah’s chest for support. “Oh, god.”

The sounds in the room intensify the experience. Noah’s grunts, my uninhibited moans, the sounds of our bodies connecting. As I climb towards exploding, Noah’s hands dig into my ass as he thrusts up into me with abandon.

“Fuck, Millie. I’m going to come.”

Seconds later, Noah’s body tightens with his release, the sexiest moan in the world echoing from his throat.

“I’m coming too,” I say desperately, riding him.

“Yeah?” Noah looks up at me. “You going to come on my cock?”

“Oh god.”

“Come for me, baby girl.”

Noah lightly spanks one of my butt cheeks and I see stars, throwing my head back as I wail my release. “Holy shit!”

I shudder with euphoria as my orgasm takes over my entire body, clutching Noah’s head to my body as I ride it out. Noah rests his head at my chest, panting heavily, and the two of us remain there as we silently coming back down to the same planet.

When we finally look at each other again, Noah looks blissful. “I love doing this with you.”

“Me too.” I plant a swift kiss on his lips. “I told you I didn’t need foreplay.”

I slowly rise to my knees and Noah makes quick work of removing the condom, tying it off and casting it onto the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. When I try to move off him, he holds me in place, guiding me to rest back on his lap.

Noah reaches up to tuck my untameable hair behind my ear. “For someone who gets shy and squeamish when talking about sex, you’re a rocket in the sack.”

“We’re in sync in sex, remember?”

Noah chuckles, his gaze falling to my wristband. “I have another theory as to why we bought each other the same gifts.”

“Oh? You don’t think we’re sexually in sync anymore?”

“No, that’s definitely still true.” He kisses me affectionately on the neck. “I can’t believe how quickly I came.”

I laugh softly. “So, what’s your theory?”

“We’ve become best friends,” he says simply. “We get each other even when we’re arguing that we don’t get each other. Actually, I have an idea.”

I blink at him wordlessly as he delicately removes my bracelet and then his own, and swaps them over, adjusting the one engraved with ‘King’ around my wrist. “Best friend charms are underrated as adults. As long as we wear these, we’re in it for the long haul, Maelstrom.

” He tightens the one with ‘Maelstrom’ around his own wrist and smiles, holding it up to me.

My heart thunders with something unfamiliar, a beating that escalates to the point where my heart is going to split and explode out of my chest. It’s warm and comforting and so terrifying that my throat dries.

Noah’s gaze settles on my face, recognising something in my expression that makes him lean in and gently kiss me. His hand scrapes my chin as he deepens the kiss. The feel of his still-hard dick beneath me makes me shudder, and I sink into his embrace.

I have no idea how long we make out for, me lying on top of Noah, the two of us still naked. The kisses are slow and sensual, with Noah’s hands tracing every inch of my skin.

I can’t speak for Noah, but I know in my heart there’s nothing fake about the way I feel about him.

Best New Years’ Eve ever.