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You feel a hand rubbing gentle circles on your stomach, and your mind instantly recognizes those calloused fingertips. You pretend to still be asleep, just to see how long Noel will keep this up. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, repeating it over and over. Is he trying to get a rise out of you so early in the morning? You wonder…
His gentle kisses trail up to the bottom of your ear. With every breath he takes, you feel its warmth against your skin. Slowly, you flutter your eyes open, gaining more awareness with each passing second. As he continues to kiss your neck, his hand lays flat on your stomach, his thumb tracing light circles around your belly button. That simple touch draws a soft whimper from you. Noel smiles against your neck, reacting to your shaky exhale and the way your body squirms.
"Good morning, darling," he whispers into your ear, his other hand playing with your hair. You turn onto your back, blinking up at him through half-closed eyes. It takes a moment for your vision to fully focus.
Noel looks down at you with a boyish grin, stroking the top of your head. Your hands slide up and down his arms, craving to be closer to him, though your closeness somehow feels just shy of enough.
“Morning,” you reply, your voice breathy, biting your lip as you catch that familiar glint in his eyes. “How long have you been up, love?” you ask, curious, hoping it hasn’t been too long, considering all the restless nights he’s spent in the studio.
He looks up, as if calculating, and says, “About ten minutes. I wanted to make sure you woke up in a good mood.”
“Well, you almost succeeded,” you tease with a cocky tone. He raises his eyebrows and pinches your hip playfully, making you squeal. You squeeze his biceps in retaliation, and he tugs lightly at your hair, muttering your name in a breathy tone.
You worry he might notice the dampness in your panties; it’s almost embarrassing how easily he riles you up. He spoils you rotten, always making sure you feel good. You want to repay him, but he’s so insistent on putting your pleasure first.
You exchange soft, goofy smiles, both savoring this rare moment together. The sunlight slips through the blinds, making his eyes appear even more vividly blue—like an ocean pulling you in deeper with every glance. Your heart races as he looks down at you with so much love.
He leans in and gives you a tender kiss. You both moan softly, taking each other in with everything you have. You keep your eyes shut, trying to savor every sensory detail. He lingers on your bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth, and you let out a sharp exhale. One hand rests on your hip while the other cradles your jaw. He treats you like you’re made of delicate china, so gentle in his touch.
“I just love waking up to you every morning,” he murmurs between kisses, his hand moving up and down your side, his thumb leaving gentle circles that almost burn from their sweetness. “I don’t want to be without you,” he whispers into your skin, pressing kisses along your lips, chin, and jaw. A blush spreads from your cheeks to your chest, heat flooding through you. You grip his arms tighter, sinking into each kiss.
“Don’t get all soft on me now,” you tease as you pull apart to catch your breaths. His hand caresses your cheek, and he studies your face as if memorizing every pore, wrinkle, and imperfection, committing it to memory for safekeeping.
“What can I say? I adore you,” he replies with conviction. You never tire of his pillow talk. People always assume his brash honesty is a shield, but beneath it lies a vulnerability he only shares with you. His thumb traces your cheek as he gazes into your eyes with such tenderness that it makes you dizzy.
He leans down, kissing along your jaw again, and you tilt your head back, giving him better access to your neck. Soft moans escape you, fueling his desire. He presses a hickey right at the spot where your jaw meets your ear.
“Oh, Noel…” you murmur breathlessly, your hands tangling in his hair. He lifts his head, his pupils dilated, his lips red. The intensity between you is electric, his piercing blue eyes could very well turn you to stone.
You glance down and notice him hardening in his boxers, relieved that you’re not the only one craving more. You press your knee against his growing arousal, making him groan.
“God, you drive me mad,” he murmurs with a smirk as your knee continues to teases him. His quiet moans and whimpers make you ache. He loves it when you’re vocal, though he doesn’t quite understand why you crave hearing him so much. Noel’s fingers find the hem of your shirt, eyebrows raised in silent question.
He always gets turned on seeing you in his clothes, and this morning is no exception. You’re wearing one of his oversized concert tees with his boxers. “You look so good in my clothes, but they’d look even better off you,” he grins. In sync, you lift your arms as he pulls the shirt over your head, tossing it aside. Gently, he pushes you down onto the bed, climbing over you and kissing along your collarbone.
Your breaths deepen in unison, the air between you thickening. You let out a few quiet moans as Noel’s kisses trail down to your chest, taking his time as he kisses the space between your breasts, making you squirm. “You’re such a tease,” you whine, craving more.
“Well, if you keep being a brat, I won’t kiss you at all,” he retorts, before sucking a hickey right below your left breast, his other hand tenderly massaging the right. You moan, helpless under his touch as his tongue swirls around your nipple.
Being with Noel, you’ve learned what drives him wild, like the way he absolutely loves it when you pull his hair just enough for a slight sting. So you do just that, and he groans into your skin, eyes rolling as he savors the sensation. He continues his gentle assault down your lower stomach, leaving bruised kisses along the way. Each touch makes your body clench and relax with anticipation.
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs, his nose nuzzling your belly. His hands slide down to your thighs, parting them as he moves lower.
The sensation is overwhelming. You’re already soaked, and he hasn’t truly touched you yet. Raising your head to watch him between your thighs, you see his lips red and his cheeks flushed, his eyes hungry and dark. He looks stunning, every mark he left on your chest and stomach a testament to his desire.
Your hand ruffles his hair as his hands caress your thighs, moving towards the hem of your underwear. You lift your hips, and he eagerly pulls them down. Now completely naked and exposed, you feel the room's coldness, and a chill crawls up your spine. Noel notices this and begins marking up the insides of your thighs. "Been dying to get another taste of you," he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath fanning closer and closer to your core.
Then, suddenly, he swipes his tongue over your vulva. You cry out in immense pleasure, your grip on his hair tightening. His hand holds your hip, pulling you closer to his face. With each lick, his other hand presses down on your stomach with just the right amount of pressure to drive you crazy. With every breath, it feels like you can’t get enough oxygen. You arch your back as Noel starts to suck on your clit, crying out another moan. His lips and tongue feel so warm, setting your body on fire. You already feel so close.
His nose, lips, and tongue are buried inside of you, making your insides feel like they’re being turned inside out. From between your legs, he looks up and holds your gaze. “You taste so fucking good. Can’t believe you’re mine,” he moans, as if he's the one gaining pleasure. You feel emotional at the amount of attention he’s giving you; you’ve never had a lover quite like him.
"Don't stop, please. Fuck, I'm so close," you cry out as he starts to finger you. Your chest heaves, and you throw your head back onto the pillow as his tongue works your clit. He finds a steady rhythm, hitting your G-spot effortlessly every now and then. The sounds of his fingers, your moans, and his praises echo in your bedroom, making you feel dirty with how loud you’re being. "That's it, you're doing so good for me. Good job, darling," he repeats over and over as your hips start rutting forward.
One hand grips his hair while the other clutches the bedsheets. His name escapes your lips like a prayer, repeated in different variations. Noel absolutely loves eating you out, and he looks so good doing it.
His eyebrows are furrowed, deep in focus, as his mouth kisses you all over your vulva... but you need his cock now. Memories of him flash through your mind—Noel filling you up, taking you forcefully. Just the thought of him groaning in your ear as he bottoms out has you vibrating with anticipation.
“I need to cum with you inside me,” you beg, knowing that will drive him wild. He lifts his head from your thighs, his lips red and glossy, his eyes dilated as he holds your gaze, processing your request.
"Fuck, you don’t have to tell me twice," Noel says, leaving a trail of spit as he parts his mouth from your core. He hovers over you and pulls you into a heated kiss. You taste yourself with every touch of his lips. You moan into it, your hands gripping his shoulders and arms. Everything feels like it’s not enough—you need more of him.
Noel eagerly pulls down his boxers, kicking them off and tossing them toward your other discarded clothes. "So, where were we?" he teases, his hand pumping himself. You reach out, holding his hand as he strokes himself, and he moans at the contact, rutting his hips forward as your thumb caresses his tip.
"Need to feel you, Noel," you say breathlessly. He nods and gently pushes you flat on your back. His left hand grazes your clit as his right aligns himself. The moment he moves inside you, you both cry out. His head falls into the crook of your neck, groaning in your ear.
Your hands grip his shoulders, feeling the way his muscles flex under your touch. There are no words to describe how he feels; it's an all-consuming sensation, this need to devour him wholly. He fills you up, soothing your needs and wants with just a stroke. You both moan as he thrusts deeply again. Your legs wrap around his torso, allowing him to take you even deeper. You cry out his name, loving the way his skin feels against yours, and how he's still so tender and delicate with you.
He lifts his head from your neck, finally getting a good look at you. His thumb continues to rub gentle circles around your clit as his other hand cups your head. He strokes your hair lovingly, his eyes crinkling with devotion. "You are so beautiful, I don't think I can ever get over it." He adores the way your hair falls around your face, the way your lips part every time you try to take a breath, and how he can hear your heartbeat, knowing his beats the same way. Noel swears to himself that you’re an angel, meant to protect him from himself.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, kissing him gently as he starts to thrust into you again. Your lips vibrate as you moan into each other. You cling to him tighter, and his thumb rubs your clit harder. You feel that familiar knot tightening in your stomach and know he's close, too. His cock twitches as he hits your G-spot, your core throbbing and pulsing with him. You pull away from his lips to let out another moan, this one loud and high-pitched. You tell him how good he's making you feel, blabbering incoherently as your climax approaches.
Noel cups your jaw, whispering how much he loves you as he makes love to you so tenderly. The pleasure builds quickly, your nails lightly scratching down his back as he picks up the pace. He makes sure each thrust goes deeper, hitting your G-spot perfectly.
"I'm so close," you manage to croak out as Noel continues, knowing exactly what you need and how you need it.
"Wait for me," he orders, "I wanna cum with you."
You wrap your arms around each other, kissing deeply as your climaxes near. You repeatedly tell each other how much you love one another, your voices growing louder with each thrust. Noel cups your face with both hands, his mouth capturing your moans. You pull away from his lips, his thumb brushing your cheek, and he nods, telling you it’s okay to let go. Your head falls into the crook of his neck as you cry out his name.
"I got you, darling," Noel whispers in your ear, feeling you tighten and release around him. Your legs shake, your hands cling to his back, your mouth closed around his shoulder to silence your cries. Your core spasms around him as you finally let yourself go, and Noel follows suit, releasing inside you. You finally pull apart, lying flat on your backs as you catch your breath. Your entire body feels sensitive and warm, your head light as you stare up at the ceiling.
Noel wraps a lazy arm around your waist, kissing your head as he smiles. "What are you thinkin' about, birdie?" he asks, playing with your hair. You turn on your side and return his smile.
"Just how much I love you," you say softly, your hand caressing his face. He pulls you closer, and you bask in your post-intimacy glow, waiting for your heartbeats to settle. Moments like these remind you why you fell in love with him and how deeply he loves you too.