Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her possessively, his lips pressing firmly against hers as if staking his claim, letting her feel in every breath and touch that she belonged to him completely.
Ren pulled back just enough to let his lips brush hers, his voice low and husky. "Stop squeezing me so hard. I need to love you more," he murmured, each word heavy with desire.
Gently but firmly, he turned her onto her tummy, keeping her close. His lips found the curve of her neck, nuzzling and kissing her with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, his hands holding her in a possessive, protective embrace as he entered her from behind. Noelle cried out in pleasure. Her entire body still tingling from when she just came, making each sensation bordering on orgasmic pleasure with each thrust. Ren knew what he was doing and increased his pace as he grinned to himself. Noelle cried in protest, "I'm dying. Please..." She wasn't sure if it was the pleasure or the overwhelming feeling of him that was pushing her to the edge but she couldn't stop herself from pleading.
Ren's hands, restless, explored her with a careful intensity, roaming over her, teasing and tracing, pushing the boundaries between control and chaos. He felt the way her body responded, the tension in every curve, every gasp. He cupped her breasts roughly as he kneaded and squeezed them. His voice was low, a command wrapped in heat, eyes dark with want. "Please what?" His tone was cool, controlled but the edge of hunger still threaded through it. "Please stop or please go on? Tell me exactly."
Then with eyes closed, his lips hovered over the delicate curve of her back, just between the shoulder blades, the tender space where the spine gently dips, as he continued his pounding, chanting, "Noelle, I want you so much. Please don't ask me to stop."
Noelle's tousled hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to the sides of her face, damp with the heat of the moment. Her skin, glistening with a sheen of sweat, caught the dim light, every curve and dip of her body reflecting the intensity of what they shared. The air around them felt thick, charged with the energy of their closeness as Noelle's breath came in shallow, uneven gasps.
She lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes dark with something wild and unfettered. A faint, trembling smile danced on her lips as she whispered, her voice low and urgent, "Don't stop."
Her words were like a spark to the flame, her body pressing just a little closer, the soft glow of her skin like the quiet intensity of a dream you never want to wake from. The combination of her disheveled hair, the glistening sheen of sweat and the rawness in her voice only heightened the desire in Ren to conquer her.
As her body surrendered to the moment yet again, Ren quickened his pace to reach the deepest part in her. Not sure if she's imagined it but Noelle felt the incredible hardness of his rod and felt like he had grown longer as if touching her most sensitive spot.
Sensing her exhaustion, Ren's face softened, filled with both understanding and a quiet intensity. He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his hands gently cupping her face. "Leave it to me," he murmured, his voice low but certain. "I'll do all the work. You just have to trust me."
Before she could respond, he leaned in, his breath mingling with hers and used the subtle pressure of his face to guide her, pulling her lips toward his with a quiet, commanding urgency. The kiss was deep, all-consuming, as if it swallowed every thought, every breath and every ounce of control they had left.
His hips moved with a firm yet tender rhythm, coaxing lusty groans as he entered her womanhood yet again. Guiding her to spread wider, Ren pulled back just enough to look into Noelle's eyes, his breath still heavy from the kiss, his voice low and filled with something more serious. "Would you like to try something new?" he asked, his hand gently brushing against her, a flicker of anticipation in his gaze.
His touch was tentative at first, the gesture slow, almost questioning, as he sought her response, not just with words but with the subtle shift of her body.
As his finger slowly pressed forward into her anus, it was a tentative exploration, not a demand. His eyes never left hers, searching for the trust they had built, ready to stop at any sign that she wasn't ready. He felt her hole tightening around his finger, squeezing as a flash of fear crossed her eyes. She looked at him, uncertain and embarrassed, as if silently questioning herself.
Noelle closed her eyes, the hesitation flickering across her face with a quick frown forming but it was quickly replaced by something deeper like an unspoken plea for guidance, as if her body was surrendering to the moment, allowing herself to be led. Her breath hitched, her pulse racing and in that stillness, she whispered, barely above a breath, "Yes."
It was a soft, trembling affirmation, filled with a mix of anticipation and trust and as she spoke, she felt the weight of his gaze on her, steady and reassuring. Ren's fingers, gentle and deliberate, moved in response, as though he was both asking for permission and honoring her willingness all at once. The space between them tightened with a quiet intensity and as she opened her eyes, she saw in him the same desire to make this moment something shared, something intimate beyond the physical.
Noelle sigh in disappointment as he removed his finger but it was quickly replaced by surprise as she realised it was replaced by his huge manhood. As he poised his cock at her entrance, he whispered for permission and assurance before nipping her ears as he pushed his way into her anus.
There was also an initial pain and discomfort from accommodating his huge cock in her anus. Ren held her firmly in place as he lodged himself into her tight hole. Ren almost came from the tightness of Noelle and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself before he started moving his hips.
Slowly, Ren's touch deepened but this time it wasn't just the familiar rhythm of passion they were accustomed to. There was a spark in the air, something electric and unfamiliar. As his hands explored, guiding Noelle into something entirely new, she felt a jolt of anticipation course through her like the first time you feel the rush of wind before a leap. There was uncertainty, yes, but it was paired with an undeniable thrill, a hunger to push past boundaries and discover something they hadn't yet tasted.
Noelle groaned uncontrollably as her legs gave out under the pleasure and new sensations she's feeling.