The confession hung in the air, fragile and bright, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then he cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing her cheeks, and the tremor in his hands betrayed the depth of his own longing. "I do," he said, low and deliberate. "I do want you. I love you. I'm just… terrified I'll hurt you."
Her lips curved into the tiniest, almost imperceptible smile, and she leaned into his warmth. "You can never hurt me, Ren," she murmured. "Hold me."
So he did. Slowly. Carefully. And in that measured, almost fragile embrace, they discovered that love could exist in the spaces between fear, that desire could coexist with caution and that sometimes, the gentlest touch carried the most courage of all.
Ren hesitated, his hands lingering on her waist as if he were measuring the risk in every breath. Then, almost without thinking, he leaned forward, pressing the side of his face into the curve of her neck. The warmth there made his chest tighten, and a shy, almost guilty tremor ran through him.
Ren hugged her tightly but not too tightly, in fear that she would break. She was so soft and pliant. He undressed her slowly, as he revealed her teardrop shaped tits, he captured one in his mouth to taste her sweetness.
Noelle closed her eyes as she got caught up by the sensation of his warm mouth over her cold nipples.
Noelle panted as Ren's lips invaded every inch of her skin. He kept licking her ears making her feel all sorts of unknown sensation as she felt very wet somewhere else beside her ears.
She bit lightly onto his shoulder to mark him as hers, before licking the fresh wound as if to salve it.
"Ren.. you feel so hard and strong all over. You make me want you so badly." She said innocently as she admired his pectorals, running her hands over them.
Ren chuckled softly, "I'm feeling very hard too and I'll show you where I'm strong at." Noelle blushed furiously at his words.
Ren released his huge erection from the confines of his pants and Noelle looked at it with fresh, hungry eyes, biting her lower lips.
Noelle felt it and a small, quiet laugh escaped her lips, soft and encouraging, like a promise that he wouldn't be judged for needing her. She tilted her head slightly, giving him more of herself to lean on and the action made his heart pound in a way that was almost painful.
"I always wondered to myself: will it fit?" Noelle smiled bashfully at Ren. She wrapped her fingers around him, holding him as if the act alone could keep him safe.
She ran her hand languorously over his penis and started to stroke the length of him. Noelle thumbed the head as she captured a drop of his precum. She tried to give him pleasure as she fondled his balls while caressing his hard rod.
"I—" he started, slightly embarrassed, voice muffled against her skin. "I just… I can't help it." Ren shifted uncomfortably, his body betraying him with an undeniable tension he couldn't ignore.
"I like it," she whispered, letting him feel the comfort and warmth of her acceptance. "You don't have to worry about it."
Ren's hands tightened just a fraction, as if by holding on a little more firmly, he could anchor himself, and her, against the uncertainty that always lurked at the edges. He closed his eyes, letting the soft scent of her hair and the gentle rise and fall of her chest ground him. For a shy, fragile moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only her and the quiet courage of two hearts learning that love could feel tender without breaking.
Ren's face stayed buried in the hollow of her neck, each gentle exhale a quiet confession.
"Noelle, babe.. you smell so good and taste so sweet." His hands traced tentative, almost measured paths along her back and every brush of his fingers made her heart catch.
She could feel the weight of his restraint, the careful way he measured each touch as if he feared shattering her, yet, there was a hunger there, a quiet need that mirrored her own.
Noelle shifted slightly, letting her body press closer, testing the boundaries of their shared warmth. "Ren…" she whispered, the sound soft and almost breathless. "I want… I want you. Inside me."
The words were electric, unsteady and for the first time, he lifted his head, meeting her gaze with something raw, awe tangled with fear. His breath hitched, voice low and uneven, each word costing him, each second a battle against the instinct to lose control. Every muscle in him was coiled tight, every nerve alive, screaming to give in.
He dragged in a breath through his teeth, pulse hammering. "I'm trying to hold it together," he said, the words rough and ragged in his throat. "But you're making it damn near impossible."
His eyes burned into hers, desperate, hungry, pleading for control. "Tell me you want this," he whispered, voice almost a growl, raw and ragged, the strain of restraint etched into every syllable. His chest ached with the effort to stay still, to stay gentle, even as every part of him burned to move.
Her answer was a faint, deliberate nod, fingers entwining in his hair, guiding him back against her. "I… I need you, Ren."
Ren's lips hovered near hers, the air between them charged with a tender tension. His hands slid cautiously lower, brushing over the curve of her waist with a shy possessiveness, tracing the soft curve with hesitant reverence, the heat of his touch seeping through the thin fabric between them.
Noelle's breath hitched, her fingers curling lightly in his shirt. Ren gathered her close, his movements unsure but full of quiet intent with a half-embrace that turned into a careful lift. The room seemed to fade around them: the low lamplight, the muted scent of rain against the window.
Ren prepared Noelle as he put his manhood between her legs and rubbed against her clit. The huge friction made Noelle wet as she started to enjoy the sensation rushing to her from this unexpected pleasure.
"Ren.. I can't stand it... You feel so good, I want you... I need you inside me."
"Not yet." Ren replied hoarsely as he continued to swing his hips.
Noelle felt her legs growing weak as Ren clasped her butt cheeks shut to increase the abrasions, he brushed his cock continuously against her entrance. As her juice starts dripping slightly down her leg, Ren bit into her shoulder to mark her. However, Noelle didn't seem to notice as she grew delirious with pleasure that Ren is giving her.
"Hmph...HNNGG.. AH... REN!!!" Noelle pleaded with Ren for release but he held her closed flushed against him as he licked her back and ears, her erogenous areas.
Noelle felt her entire body wrapped in heat as she subconsciously rubbed herself against Ren's rod, her juices coating it thickly.
Noelle started to pant as they leaned into each other, tentative, hearts hammering, aware that what they were on the verge of complete ecstasy could break them but in that moment, they chose to trust, to let closeness become a language in itself.
Ren looked at Noelle lovingly and his lips found hers again, slower this time, deeper, pressing into her. "You drive me crazy because I want to protect you and love you at the same time."
His lips traced a languid path along her skin, grazing her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure; each shiver drawing from her a salacious melody that only he could hear.
Ren's huge body dwarfed Noelle's as he covered her in his strong embrace. As he flexed his arms around her, the taut muscles on his back glistened with a think layer of perspiration from the workout.
In each other's gaze, the need was clear. They did not have to speak; the truth of their desire was written across their faces, electric and unrestrained. He guided her down on his lap and entered her forcefully, possessively as she leaned on his chest for support. "Ren, you feel so good, I'm so full inside."