Skin to skin, nothing between them but the thrum of their hearts. In the dark, Ren found her again, his lips grazing hers before trailing along the soft mounts of her bosom. Noelle's breath hitched, her fingers instinctively clutching at his back. His skin was warm under her touch, every movement alive with energy that pulsed between them.
The sheets tangled around them as their bodies drew nearer, each kiss more urgent than the last. Ren's hands traced her shape carefully, adoringly, as though every line of her was something precious to be discovered. Noelle, hidden in shadows, let herself surrender to the moment. The embarrassment she had felt earlier gave way to something deeper... a desire mingled with trust, a need to be close that overpowered her fear.
The world outside ceased to exist.
The tenderness between them began to shift, burning hotter with every kiss. What had started as hesitant touches became bolder, more demanding, as though the darkness itself urged them to let go.
Ren's hands slid along her body with growing certainty, no longer tentative but hungry to know her. Each brush of his skin against hers sent waves of fire through Noelle, making her arch toward him instinctively. She clung to him, pulling him closer, needing the weight of him, the reassurance that he was truly there with her.
Their mouths met again and again, each kiss deeper, more consuming. The air between them grew charged, thick with the sound of ragged breaths and the rustle of sheets. Ren could feel her trembling but it was no longer the trembling of hesitation. It was the shiver of wanting, of surrender to the pull between them.
The more she yielded, the more his restraint unraveled. Urgency coursed through him and every sense sharpened for the taste of her lips, the scent of her hair, the heat of her skin beneath his touch. Sight was useless but he didn't need it; in the dark, she was all he could feel, all he could breathe, all he could want.
Noelle whispered his name against his lips, her voice soft and breathless and that single sound undid him. Passion surged and the kiss that followed was fierce, consuming, the kind that left no room for doubt about the depth of their desire.
Noelle decided to be bold and took matters into her own hands. Literally. In darkness, her hands followed the trail on his thighs and sought his member. The long velvety sensation enthralled her as she wrapped both hands around him. She can hear his sharp hiss and chant as she moved her hands around his hard, throbbing need. "Noelle... hmm... Noelle... I... I... "
Noelle got curious at the smooth hard tool and put her head down to give a tentative lick on the head. This sent Ren into overdrive as he gritted his teeth in desire. Noelle proceeds to put her mouth over the head, bringing it to her lips and slowly took the entire length into her mouth. It didn't smell unpleasant, in fact, there was a creamy, buttery taste to it and at the same time, a clean shower perfume assaulted her nostrils. Her senses went awry as she gave in to her curiosity and desire to taste him.
Ren's desires went into overdrive and he was in danger of going insane from the treatment that Noelle is giving at the moment. He felt all blood rushing to his centre with his knees giving way. He has never felt like this before and swore under his breath incoherently about willpower.
As he tingles under her spell, she continued down its length, savouring his taste and the hard veiny surface as she glided it across her tongue. She moves up to its top and she tasted the droplet of salty liquid, surprising her. Her thumb rubbed around the tip of his cock as she spread the moisture around in fascination. Her hands continue to wrap around his member while she circled them clockwise and anticlockwise in a rhythmic manner with her head started bobbing up and down his entire length.
Soon, there was a layer of slightly sticky sweetness from Noelle's saliva on his cock as Ren pull her up, croaking out his protest. "Noelle, please stop before I make a mess on your bed."
Ren's hands moved over Noelle with urgency but lovingly as though he were both discovering and cherishing her at once. He lifted her and laid her on her bed. Each curve of her body under his touch sent his pulse racing faster. Noelle, hidden beneath the veil of darkness, let her defenses fall away completely. The shame she had felt melted into trust, trust that he wanted her, all of her, without reservation.
The sheets tangled around them as their bodies pressed closer, skin against skin, warmth merging until they could no longer tell where one ended and the other began. The dark sharpened every sensation: the slide of their breathless kisses, the tremble in her voice as she whispered his name, the low sound that escaped him when she clung to him tighter.
Ren moved on top of her, somehow planking without resting his full weight in her and whispered, "May I..? Can we..?"
Although Noelle blushed and nodded, he couldn't see her response so she uttered a soft "Mmm, yes."
He queried further while holding in his desire for fear of hurting her. "Is it your first time? I heard it hurts the first time, you will tell me if I hurt you, ok? We'll take it slowly."
Noelle replied with a soft yes but held in her excitement and anticipation of the unknown.
Ren positioned his cock at her entrance and rubbed it around the lips. Noelle squirmed slightly in arousal and instinctively spread her legs wider. Rem, with that sign of permission eased his way in. Noelle gasped both by the pain and pleasure of him in her. It felt like he was filling her so fully and she was getting used to the sensation despite her discomfort. Noelle subconsciously dug her fingers around his forearms as he pushed and he showered her with little kisses while saying his apologies.
"I'm sorry but you should feel better soon." Ren was grinning and enjoying this blissful pleasure.
Then he started to move by pulling out to which Noelle was caught off guard by all the new sensations rushing out form her. She moaned uncontrollably, surprising even herself as she covered her mouth to muffle her pleasure. Ren was smiling to himself and surrender to his own desires as he tries to pick up the speed, moving his strong lower back muscles while he enters her fully again.
Their passion built like a tide rising, unstoppable, sweeping them both into its pull. Urgency guided their movements, a hunger carried in every kiss, every touch, every heartbeat that pounded between them.
There was only the soft creak of the bed, the heat where their skin met, the sound of their ragged breaths and the steady rhythm of their hearts echoing the growing fire between them. The tenderness between them began to shift, burning hotter with every kiss.
Each brush of his skin against hers sent waves of fire through Noelle, making her arch toward him instinctively. She clung to him, pulling him closer, needing the weight of him, the reassurance that he was truly there with her.
Noelle whispered his name against his lips, her voice soft and breathless, and that single sound undid him. Passion surged, and the kiss that followed was fierce, consuming, the kind that left no room for doubt about the depth of their desire.