After heading back home to collect some of personal items, Ren arrived at Noelle's doorstep early afternoon, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "I'm not letting you out of my sight today," he declared, stepping in as if he owned the place. "After last night, I think you're responsible for me. Totally."
Noelle laughed, trying to feign indignation, but her cheeks warmed. "Responsible for you? I barely survived breakfast; I think that's enough responsibility for one weekend."
He leaned against the doorframe, stretching, eyes glinting. "Breakfast wasn't even the half of it," he teased, voice low and suggestive, sending a flutter through her chest. "Come on, let's make today count."
The morning unfolded in a cozy blur. Ren changed into a fresh t-shirt and shorts while Noelle pretended to ignore how effortlessly he filled the clothes with his tall, athletic frame. They sprawled onto the couch afterward, swapping light teasing for gentle touches, fingers brushing, hands occasionally lingering on an arm or thigh, sparks running under the surface of casual contact.
When Noelle reached for a book on the coffee table, Ren seized the opportunity to drape an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer. "You're too far away," he murmured, voice teasing yet soft, and she felt a shiver of warmth at the closeness. Noelle leaned into him, letting her head rest lightly on his chest. "You're ridiculous," she whispered, though she didn't push him away.
By late afternoon, they moved to the floor with a stack of movies and snacks. Between playful arguments over which film to watch, Ren found every chance to nudge her, brush her hair back, or hold her hand. Noelle caught herself laughing more freely than she had in months, distracted not just by his words but by the warmth of him beside her.
At one point, she caught him watching her and he didn't look away. Instead, his eyes softened, scanning her face as if memorising every detail. Noelle felt her pulse spike, realizing how easy it was to be herself around him.
Ren had slipped out briefly earlier to a nearby convenience store, returning with a small, mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm prepared this time," he teased, waving the package with a grin that made Noelle's pulse stutter. She laughed nervously, but there was a tremor of anticipation beneath it, the knowledge that today wasn't going to be like any other.
Evening came, and they prepared a simple takeout dinner together. Ren perched on the counter while she unpacked the food, slipping his hand over hers occasionally as if marking territory with a playful possessiveness. "Don't let me starve," he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over her fingers, making her chest tighten with anticipation and delight.
As the sun dipped low, they ended up back on the couch, feet tangled and blankets draped over them. Ren pulled her gently into his lap, cradling her with a tenderness that made her stomach flutter. She could feel the faint brush of his body against hers and the comforting warmth of his arms. He whispered soft, low jokes into her ear, making her laugh until she pressed herself closer, heart thundering.
When she dared to glance up, she saw his eyes catch the light in a way that made her heart skip. The teasing sparkle was there, but beneath it was an intensity, a quiet claim of affection and desire, held in check but undeniable. Noelle's fingers found his hands, interlacing, and the connection sent a thrill through both of them.
Night fell but neither wanted to move. They lingered in the quiet intimacy of the weekend, talking in whispers about everything and nothing, teasing and holding, tracing fingers along arms and hands, stealing soft kisses that left their lips tingling. It was unhurried, electric, and all-encompassing making the world shrink down to just the two of them.
By the time sleep claimed them, they were still wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth of their bodies and the rhythm of shared breaths a comfort neither had expected but couldn't imagine letting go of.
The day's closeness had woven a tight, unspoken tension between them. Every touch, every brush of fingers against skin, every teasing glance had built a quiet, simmering heat that neither could ignore. The soft warmth of their shared space, the gentle press of bodies against each other and the constant, lingering contact made it impossible to forget the longing that had been quietly mounting since morning.
What followed was an evening of electric intimacy, slow and deliberate teasing that left both of them acutely aware of the other. Each touch was charged, every accidental brush or playful nudge carrying an undercurrent of desire. Noelle felt her body respond in ways that made her both breathless and giddy, the day's lingering warmth turning into a heady tension that refused to be ignored.
Ren's hands were careful yet insistent, exploring boundaries without overstepping, reading her reactions like an open book. Her soft laughter, the way she leaned into him, the subtle shifts of her body—all of it kept him on edge, wanting more but savouring every second. By the time the night deepened, the day's pent-up energy had condensed into an almost unbearable pull between them, a mix of comfort, longing, and unspoken promise.
When they finally succumbed to the intensity, it was slow, deliberate, and all-consuming. Every kiss, every movement spoke of a mutual hunger that had been building since sunrise.
By the end, both were spent, tangled together with flushed cheeks and lingering heartbeats, the weight of shared desire pressing softly against the quiet of the room.
Ren, catching his breath, murmured with a teasing smirk, "I warned you…I came prepared." Noelle could only laugh, breathless, the warmth of their closeness and the ache of pent-up longing wrapping around her like a cocoon. However, Noelle eyes betrayed her as heavy lids fluttering shut no matter how she fought them. Ren drew her into his arms, holding her close until her breathing softened against his chest and sleep claimed her. They drifted into sleep in each other's arms, the day's intensity lingering like a quiet, heated ember, promising more as the weekend stretched on.
Ren woke to the sensation of someone rubbing against his front. Noelle had pressed her backside against his crotch, shifting her weight up and down in slow, deliberate motions. She began to rock back and forth, scratching an unreachable itch with the slow determination of an expert with his penis wedged between the crack of her ass. He grabbed the protection packet on the bedside table, clamped the stubborn packet between his teeth and pulled. He then took contents and slide it over his cock in fervent urgency.
He pushed her panties to the side and settled his cock between her inner thighs this time before slowly inserting it into the depths of her core. He continued in their spooning position and began his burning dance as Noelle starts to moan.