Chapter 40: Farewell- 2[M]
I stand at the edge of the bed, admiring my masterpiece sprawled out before me. Noelle lies there, panting, his body covered in a mosaic of hickeys, each one a mark of my claim. The red marks stand out against his flushed skin, a testament to the hours we’ve spent wrapped in each other. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, and the sight of him like this—a mixture of exhaustion and arousal—sends another surge of heat through me.
Cum—my cum—mixed with his slick drips down his thighs, creating an obscene trail that glistens in the fading light of the setting sun. The golden rays pour through the window, casting a warm glow over his body, making him look like a dream. A very erotic dream.
I reach for the cup of water on the bedside table, taking a few gulps to soothe my dry throat. My body aches, but in the best way, the kind of soreness that comes from hours of indulgence. I offer Noelle the cup, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion but still holding that glint of desire. His lips part as he drinks, but a few droplets escape, sliding down his chin, trailing down the curve of his neck and over his chest.
The sight stirs something primal in me, a fire that refuses to die out, even after everything we’ve done. Who knew I still had this much left in me, and not in a rut.
Noelle’s gaze drags over my chest, and I can see the hunger in his eyes, a look that mirrors my own.
"You think you can get it up for one more round?" he asks, his voice low and husky, that teasing lilt making him sound like the vixen he is.
I feel my cock twitch, already stirring to life. "I’m afraid only I can handle this insatiable appetite, my beloved star," I reply, my voice dark with promise.
A slow smirk curls his lips, and he shifts, positioning himself on his knees. "Hands on the headboard," I command, the words rough, leaving no room for argument. Noelle complies without hesitation, gripping the headboard as I get up on the bed behind him.
His ass is already red, flushed from the constant pounding I’ve given him throughout the day. I give it a firm slap, watching with satisfaction as it jiggles slightly, the skin reddening even further under my palm. I slide my fingers over the marks, tracing them before I press one finger into his hole.