The warmth between them seemed to intensify with every passing second. She kissed him deeper, her mouth moving against his as the tension between them grew unbearable. Sweat coated Ren's back now, trickling down like rivulets, glistening against the dim light. Noelle's fingers grazed over his spine, tracing the trail of moisture as her lips pressed to his skin again, tasting the heat of him.
Without warning, he slipped a finger in and out of her most private sanctuary below as Noelle's each moan muffled by Ren's kisses. Her eyes flew open in surprise and alarm before giving way to pleasure and arousal. Ren drank in the sight of her as he felt her muscles clenching and squeezing around his finger.
"It is dirty, Ren!" Noelle cried and sulked as she give in to her sensations. "What are you doing to me.. I feel so weird cos I'm coming again." Ren smiled at her unsatiable, wild, debauched look despite her protests.
She kissed him again, deeper this time, her fingers tangling in his hair as she lost herself in the feeling of him. Their lips moved with a frantic intensity, tasting, exploring, as though they couldn't get enough.
"I ache for you, Noelle… you are so beautiful, every touch, every glance, I want it all." Ren gasped, heart racing with every inhale.
She tried to wrap her legs around him for balance and intimacy but he had held her eagle spread with both legs hanging on the crook of each elbow. She called his name, trying to reason with him but Ren shut her out, because every fiber of him ached to be closer, to feel her, be inside her. Intent on his own course, he drove his cock into her over and over again, determined and unyielding.
She tilted her head back in ecstasy, her breath catching as Ren's lips trailed along her neck, a quiet shudder running through her at the unexpected heat of his touch.
Ren pushed himself into her with unwavering intensity, his muscles straining under the effort, beads of sweat glistening on his skin. Noelle watched, her eyes following every movement, her throat tightening as she swallowed visibly, unable to tear her gaze away from the raw strength on display.
Ren watched Noelle with his heart swelling with love. He couldn't deny that, for a brief moment, he'd been distracted by the relentless pursuit of a certain barista. Her easy charm, curvaceous body and the way she seemed to effortlessly approach him only added to the temptation, making it harder to ignore. Though he loved Noelle deeply, Ren wasn't sure how much longer he could resist, afraid he might eventually succumb to temptation. The thought of being transferred to the restaurants for expansion, however, brought him some relief and perhaps would distance him from the pull of temptation before it got the best of him.
But as he looked at her now, stripped bare, trusting him with the fragile fragments of her heart, something crystallised within him. This love, real and steady, wasn't something he could gamble with. It wasn't the fleeting thrill of desire or a passing infatuation that could be tossed aside on a whim. It was deeper, stronger, something that had taken root in the very core of him.
He realised then, with a clarity that surprised him, that to act carelessly, to entertain the allure of anything else, would be foolish. Stupid, even. He had something rare, something worth guarding, worth fighting for. Every reckless thought of temptation was no match for the gravity of what he has with Noelle.
Ren's jaw tightened, a sense of resolve settling over him like armor. He loved her, fully, unreservedly and that love demanded loyalty, patience and restraint. To risk it for a momentary spark would be a betrayal to both of them and he wasn't willing to do that.
A slow, steady calm replaced the restless tension in his chest. The pull of temptation hadn't vanished but it no longer frightened him. He could handle it. He would handle it. Because what he had with Noelle wasn't just desire. It was the kind of love that demanded everything from him and he was more than willing to give it.
With that thought, Ren let out a long, deep roar, the sound heavy with release of his orgasm. All the pent-up frustration, the tension that had been building inside him for the past weeks, seemed to escape with that single breath, leaving him momentarily weightless.
The room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of their breathing. A faint glow filtered through the curtains, tracing the curve of her shoulder where his fingers rested. Ren held Noelle tightly, his arms locked around her as if the world might tear her away if he loosened his grip. His breath was unsteady against her shoulder, his heartbeat wild beneath her ear. It wasn't just affection that drove him but something deeper, almost primal, the kind of need that comes when you realise how fragile closeness really is.
Noelle's cheek rested against his chest, damp with the remnant of their long lovemaking between them. Noelle didn't resist. She melted into his hold, every muscle heavy, her body still humming with the echoes of what they'd just shared. Her skin ached where his hands had been, a tender soreness that felt almost sacred. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the faint tremor still running through him and it made her own breath falter. Neither of them spoke; words would have only broken the fragile honesty of that moment.
She wanted to say something, something that would steady him, reassure him but the words refused to come. Instead, she pressed her face against his neck, breathing him in, as if memorising the scent, the warmth, the quiet after the storm.
Ren finally exhaled, his breath trembling against her hair. "You undo me," he said, voice raw, barely audible. He felt it: the kind of unraveling that comes when you've given too much of yourself to someone and know, without a second thought, that you would do it all over again.
Noelle closed her eyes. There was no reply that could match that truth. Instead, she reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his and holding on tight as if by doing so, she could keep them from drifting apart when the world came rushing back.
Ren pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as though he could shield her from the world. His grip was firm, almost desperate, not because he was possessive but pleading in silence for just a little more time like this. Noelle let out a small sigh, her body melting into his warmth, fitting perfectly against him.
"We're dirty and sweaty, Ren." Noelle commented sleepily.
"Sleep," he murmured, voice low and rough against her temple. "Let's shower together tomorrow"
But even as he said it, he held her tighter, unwilling to loosen his embrace. His hand found its way into her hair, stroking slow, soothing strokes as if each touch could keep her anchored to him. Her breathing began to steady, soft and rhythmic and he felt the weight of her slowly surrender to sleep.