Ren kissed a trail from her full breasts and pink, tantalising nipples down before stopping at her mold, decorating with white lace and ribbons on the sides. Ren's throat felt raw, a tight coil of need that pulsated through his cock as it throbbed.
Ren dipped his tongue into her core, savouring the soft sweetness of her. Each taste seemed to pull him deeper, as if he were losing himself in it, in the moment. Noelle's moans only amplified it; the way she watched him, the quiet rise and fall of her chest, the glint in her eyes makes it all the more intoxicating.
She arched her back and lifted her hips closer, just enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from her. "Careful," she murmured, voice low and teasing, "or you'll get addicted."
He let out a soft groan, tilting his head back slightly as he licked her, tasting it again and again. His hand moved, almost unconsciously, brushing along her waist, feeling the soft curve beneath his fingers. "I… can't stop," he admitted, voice husky, almost desperate. "It's too sweet… too good… like the rest of you."
Noelle's breath hitched, a shiver running down her spine. She pressed herself just slightly against him, the faintest laugh escaping her lips. "Is that so?" she whispered as she trembled and moaned.
Ren's eyes darkened with desire, caught in a mixture of need and wonder. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers, tasting her, teasing her with soft, slow kisses. The sweetness melted together with the heat of their closeness, each touch and caress building the tension until it was almost unbearable. He could almost hear her hum as her tension builds. As she cried in pleasure, she whimpered and sighed from the release.
But he couldn't stop. Every brush of his tongue, every gentle nibble, every whispered word from her seemed to enchant him further. He let himself fall into it, willingly, hopelessly, hooked and utterly captivated by her sounds.
He drank like a man possessed, tongue exploring all of her, swirling, savouring, as if drawing every ounce of relief into himself could quiet the hunger coiling in his chest.
Each deliberate sip, each sweep of his tongue along her pussy, felt forbidden, as if the act itself were a small indulgence in desire. He drank with a slow, consuming focus, aware of every sensation he is bringing her, the way his pulse quickened with each swallow.
"You're… enjoying that a little too much," she said lustily, voice playful but breathless.
He groaned softly, tilting his head, letting his tongue brush against her collarbone just enough to leave a faint, teasing trace. His hands roamed instinctively, freely, one skimming her waist, the other slipping just beneath the soft fabric of her panties, careful, testing, savouring. Every brush of skin against skin made him more desperate, more mesmerised.
Every soft sigh, every teasing glance, every inch of skin revealed just for him drove the tension higher, hotter. And he let himself succumb, fully, deliberately, intoxicated by the delicious mix of scent, closeness and the irresistible thrill of Noelle.
"You have to let me take a breather, Ren! I cannot... I feel..." Noelle pants as Ren brings her waves and waves of continuous ecstasy.
The air between them thickened with heat and anticipation, their breaths mingling, small sighs and gasps punctuating the quiet room.
Ren's teeth grazed her shoulder, his lips hot against the sensitive skin, his fingers gripping her as if letting go would shatter the moment. The night stretched before them, thick with the smell of their lovemaking, their bodies learning and claiming, teasing and surrendering, every second building into an inevitable, consuming fire. He teased yet another scream of wanton pleasure from her, "You have good stamina but I have better. Good girl, lift your ass for me and get ready for the ride."
His hands moved instinctively before he even realised, sliding along her waist, tracing the curve of her hips as if searing the sensation into memory for the first time. As he plunged into her, he could feel her warmth, taste the faint sweetness of her skin and his control shattered just a little more with each passing second. Each thrust, each pull was meant to torture Noelle into wanting more, to succumb into his whims.
However, every nerve in his body screamed as he was bewitched, utterly consumed by her. He couldn't stop tasting her, couldn't stop needing her. Her scent, her warmth, her daring confidence was like fire in his veins.
He turned her smoothly as he ran his lips over her collarbone and lifted her leg to drape over her shoulder. He chanted her name, as he entered her powerfully with the slapping sounds echoing the room and mirroring her sighs and moans.
Ren pressed his face into the nape of her neck and whispered, 'I love you, Noelle.'
Noelle shivered at the warmth of his breath against her skin, the words sinking deep into her heart. She turned her head just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. "I love you too," she murmured, her voice a soft blend of vulnerability and longing.
The air between them seemed to crackle with the intensity of the moment, a silent promise hanging in the space they shared. Ren's hand slid up her breast, pulling her closer, as he kissed the back of her neck, tasting her heartbeat against his lips.
"I can't live without you," he said, his voice thick with yearning.
Noelle's breath quickened, her hands sliding up to grip the back of his neck as she pulled him closer. Without hesitation, she kissed him hard and urgent, her lips finding his with a hunger that left no room for doubt. Ren groaned into the kiss, his hands tightening around her waist as he responded with equal fervor, their mouths crashing together building the same tempo in passionate rhythm as their bodies mashed in sweaty union.
They explored every possible position, exploring every angle, every nook and cranny of their bodies. They experimented with every pose they could think of, some that Noelle doesn't even know exist. Ren seemed relentless, almost obsessed, as if finally unleashed. He went round after round without pause, his desire driving him forward. Noelle willingly indulged him, unaware that each moment only deepened his hunger to claim all of her.
Noelle's lips were soft but insistent as they met Ren's, her kiss deepening with an urgency that matched the growing heat between them. She pulled him closer, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard, slick warmth of his skin beneath her fingers. His breath was ragged, his pulse quickening under her touch and as she kissed him again, she could taste the faint saltiness of his skin, a mixture of his sweat and desire.
Ren's body was taut beneath her, muscles straining with every touch, every kiss. Noelle trailed her lips lower, pressing soft kisses to his neck, her breath mingling with the heat rising from his skin. She could feel the sweat gathering on his chest, small droplets that slipped down the curve of his back, following the lines of his muscles. She kissed along his collarbone, then higher again, her hands finding his back, feeling the slickness as the sweat began to trickle down in slow rivulets.
Ren's stamina seemed endless, his energy unwavering as he continued without hesitation. His movements were fueled by an insatiable drive to satisfy both of them of the base desire to mate and copulate. With a sudden, powerful motion, he lifted her and carry her like a toy, his strength almost supernatural as though nothing could tire him. His huge erected member effortlessly slipped in and out of her, earning lusty moans from Noelle who had weakened from the constant strain of her numerous climax through the night.
"You make me feel things I never thought I could feel." Noelle whispered, clinging to him like a koala, her body swaying with his every movement. The steady rhythm of his relentless pounding filled the air, leaving no question as to what they were doing.