Soon, Noelle cried out in joy and release as her body quivered against her will. Ren picked up the speed and intensity with his tongue to maximise her pleasure before she cried for him to stop.
His hand cupped her cheek as he kissed her again. Not rushed, not desperate but with the slow, smoldering intensity of a man who wanted to make her feel everything he couldn't yet put into words.
Her chemise, now halfway down her arms, was silk against his fingertips as he eased it the rest of the way off her. Her skin glowed in the dim light, was soft, supple, full. He ran his hands along the swell of her hips, the curve of her belly, the dip at her waist. She turned her face away, almost bashful but he kissed her shoulder again, slower this time, letting his mouth say what she couldn't hear from anyone else: you are beautiful.
"I love the way you feel," he murmured against her skin. "All of you."
She gasped softly and got up to sprawl on all fours with her body arching toward his, no longer hiding. She guided his hand to cup her breast and ask boldly, "Do you want to enter me from behind? I feel you the most from this position." All control almost escaped Ren as his eyes turned dark with desire. He rolled the rubber over his penis as he geared himself for the roller coaster ride. Noelle laughed as she saw his enthusiasm and bit her lower lips with unadulterated desire as she watched him.
Kissing the nape of her neck, he worked his way down to her collarbone, over the soft rise of her breast, every movement filled with worship, not just want. His touch was a whisper along her spine, sending a wave of electricity cascading through her. Noelle gasped, the sensation both startling and intoxicating but before she could find her breath, his lips followed the same trail, warm and lingering. With a fluid motion, he wrapped an arm around her waist, turning her around and drew her into him, his body flush against hers. The sudden press of his strength made Noelle gasp again, a helpless sound caught between surprise and desire. He perched his cock at the entrance of her vagina while he rubbed the head up and down her lips, finding that she was already wet with lust. He tried kissing her back and nibbled her shoulder as he entered her, sending her senses into overdrive. As Ren moved his hips strongly, Noelle push her ass back to match the beat of his pounding as she griped the sheets with her knees scrapping into the mattress.
Yet in her feverish state, she cried, "Ren, ah.. please... ahh.. do me harder, don't stop... hnnnggh.."
Ren was trying to make sure he's not hurting her by pacing himself but as the tingling sensation builds, he couldn't deny his own desires. Driving the motion with a deliberate, intoxicating pace that make the bed creak in an hypnotic rhythm, Ren worked his way to satisfy Noelle and continued as she plead with him half heartedly to stop torturing her with his body.
Their bodies moving together as his mouth found hers again and again, and the heat between them rose, building like the tide. As she twisted back to clung to his arm, he took her breast into his mouth and suckled. Noelle whispered his name to tell him that she's reaching her peak and when he finally came inside her, she met him with all of it.
And when the storm of it finally passed, they stayed wrapped around each other, skin to skin, heart to heart. Her head rested against his chest, his hand lazily caressing her back.
"I've never felt like this," she whispered, her voice trembling with something between wonder and disbelief. "Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
Ren tightened his hold around her, his fingers tracing gentle patterns as he replied, "Me neither. You're everything I didn't know I was missing."
Noelle lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes shining with a mixture of vulnerability and trust. "I was so afraid before," she admitted softly. "Afraid of losing myself, of getting hurt again. But with you... it feels different."
Ren brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek. "I'll never let you go," he promised, his voice low and steady. "Not now, not ever."
She smiled, a quiet, grateful smile that lit up her whole face. But just as she settled back against his chest, the sound of a phone buzzing on the bedside table shattered the moment. Ren's hand stilled, his expression tightening as he reached for the device.
Noelle's heart sank. "Is it… important?"
Ren glanced at the screen, hesitating. "It's complicated," he said finally, his voice heavy with unspoken secrets. "But we'll talk about it. I promise."
The warmth between them flickered, replaced by a shadow of uncertainty but even then, they held onto each other, fragile yet unbroken.
Ren stared at the phone, the screen glowing with a name Noelle didn't recognise. His jaw tightened as he debated whether to answer. Finally, he silenced the call and slipped the phone face down on the table, forcing a calm he didn't feel.
"Noelle," he said quietly, "get some sleep. It's Sunday and you should sleep in. I'll be heading out and will show myself out."
I wait until you fall asleep before I leave" Ren adding gently, reassuring her as he tried to rock her to sleep.
When she finally woke up, Noelle headed to Ren's house. He'd texted her earlier, apologising for not being able to meet at their usual café. "Back-to-back meetings today. Can you come over instead? I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll send my driver to pick you up. Is that okay?"
She stared at the message for a moment, the corners of her lips curving slightly. Typical Ren. Even when he was swamped, he somehow managed to sound effortlessly composed.
Noelle: That's fine. Just text me when he's on the way.
Half an hour later, a sleek black sedan pulled up outside her apartment. The driver stepped out, polite and professional.
"Miss Noelle? Mr. Ren asked me to bring you to his residence."
The drive was quiet, the city blurring past the windows as dusk settled in. Noelle tried to read a few messages on her phone but kept catching her reflection in the glass, wondering why her heart was beating faster than usual.
His house, or his part of the estate, always struck her as a strange fusion of time. The colonial main house stood at the center like a legacy left behind by forefathers with white pillars, wide veranda, the kind of symmetry that once defined elegance. But around it, almost like satellites, were these clusters of modern extensions, steel, glass, and stone stitched seamlessly into the old foundation.
Ren's home was one of them. A modern wing branching away from history, quiet and self-contained. Even now, as the driver pulled to a stop before the glass-panelled entryway, Noelle couldn't help thinking how perfectly it suited him, someone who is connected to tradition, yet never entirely within it.
When she stepped out, the air felt still, almost too still. No voices, no footsteps, no sign of life from
inside. The other houses around the main estate were dark, their silhouettes softened by trees. Only a few windows glowed faintly in the distance, like eyes half-open.
She'd never been inside Ren's personal space before. For all the time she'd known him, his teasing, easy going nature, his calm, his charm, his controlled precision, he'd never invited her here. That alone made her curious.