Noelle turned her face away, pretending to fuss with her hair. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "It's just… I don't look like those pretty girls you see everywhere. And you... you make me feel so seen, it's kind of scary."
Ren propped himself up on one elbow, still tracing gentle patterns along her side. "That's because I see you," he said simply. "Every part of you. Even the parts you try to hide."
He leaned down again, kissing her tummy once more, slower this time. "And I happen to like this part very much."
Noelle squirmed again, half embarrassed, half melting. "Ren…" she whispered, caught between laughter and something deeper.
He only smiled against her skin, murmuring, "You're beautiful, Noelle. Stop trying to argue with me."
Ren couldn't stop looking at her.
Noelle lying in the bed, bathed in dim lamplight, her chemise hanging delicately from her shoulders. The soft fabric clung in places, hinting at the generous curves she usually kept hidden beneath loose dresses. She had always dressed modestly, even shyly as if trying to disappear into the background. But here, now, in front of him, she was impossible to look away from.
Not slim, not angular, not the "type" most guys at school claimed to want but Ren wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone. She was soft where he was hard, plush where he was lean. Her body, full and warm, had haunted his imagination for weeks. And now, finally, she was letting him in again.
She looked up at him, uncertain, her breath catching as his gaze wandered down her form. He edged closer, close enough to feel the heat coming off her skin. He reached for her slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn't. Her hands reached for him too, tentatively at first, then with growing need.
"I need you," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the quiet thrum of their shared heartbeat.
Her lips parted, and her eyes met his, wide and vulnerable. "I've been… thinking about this all day," she admitted softly, her cheeks flushed. "About you."
That was all he needed.
He pulled her into him, their bodies pressing together in a rush of warmth and skin and breath. Her softness melted against his chest and he let his hands roam along her lower back, the curve of her hip, the underside of her knees, leading to her supple thighs. He kissed her like he was starved for her, like he'd been holding back for too long and he had.
His mouth brushed her collarbone, then the side of her neck. She shivered and tilted her head, giving him more. He let the straps of her chemise slide down her arms, baring more of her skin inch by inch, kissing every bit that was revealed.
She gasped quietly, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He felt the way she responded to him: hesitant at first, then bolder. Her hands moved across his back, his chest, like she was exploring something precious. Her body welcomed his, arching into him, craving more of his touch.
She tried to pull at his top and Ren tugged it over his head with one clean motion, ruffling his hair in the process. The muscles in his arms flexed, veins visible beneath tanned skin and when he looked up, there was something raw in his eyes, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
He stood up by the bed and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, eyes locked on hers. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed them down over his hips. The fabric clung for a moment, then gave way, sliding past the curve of his thighs before pooling at his feet. He stepped out of them without breaking eye contact.
Noelle looked at him with hungry eyes. She had seen and felt his manhood many times but seeing it in full glory is still a sight to behold. Ren is just perfectly built everywhere but especially his cock which stirred Noelle's inner desires as she felt damp between her legs.
The mattress creaked slightly as he joined her back in the bed and he kissed down her curves with fervent worship. Every reaction she gave him, every tremble, every sigh, only pulled him deeper into her.
Her body shifted under him, inviting, warm. He could feel the tension in her, not from fear but from anticipation. From restraint. She'd been holding back for so long. He could feel it in the way her fingers gripped his back, the way her lips trembled against his, the way her thighs brushed his hips, almost shyly.
"Noelle," he breathed, brushing his nose against hers, "don't hold back."
"I don't know how," she whispered, voice almost broken by the vulnerability in it.
Ren pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "Then let me show you how."
He peppered his kisses on her tummy before trailing lower and lower. Noelle's eyes flew open when she sensed where he is heading for as he peeled off her panties.
Noelle's hands tried to grip his face as her eyes searching his like she needed to be sure.
He kissed her again, slower this time. "You're beautiful, I want to taste you." he whispered. "You don't have to hide. Not from me."
Tears pricked her eyes but she smiled, her hands threading through his hair and sank back on her pillows as she watched him kissing his way around her inner thighs where he reached her core.
Noelle locked eyes with Ren as he breathed into her warmth before drinking her juice. Noelle raised her hand to hide her face from the pleasure and embarrassment as Ren continues to pleasure her with his tongue.
Noelle lay beneath him, wringing from pleasure, as her breath grew soft and uneven, her eyes wide with something between wonder and hunger. Ren could hardly believe she was here, in his arms, looking up at him like he was someone worth surrendering to. She started moaning uncontrollably as he lifted her hips and started licking her swollen lips. His mouth parted just enough to suck gently on her juicy flesh, earning yet another moan from her. Sweet juice pooled on his lower lip as he continues to suck and lick it with the tip of his tongue, unhurried and deliberate. His gaze held hers again, this time, calm and confident while his fingers, slick with sticky sweetness, brushed against his mouth, leaving no doubt this was more than just eating. It was a quiet, delicious invitation.