Kate had initially intended to tease Noah, yet she found herself unexpectedly caught up in the moment. She rested her chin on his shoulder, her hand moving deftly over his abdomen, mesmerized by the taut muscles beneath her fingers.

“Abs?” she inquired, her voice playful.

“Yeah,” he responded with a slight nod.

“Next time, I want to see them,” she teased, giving his stomach a gentle squeeze when he hesitated, “Okay?”

“...Alright,” he relented, knowing full well that even a refusal wouldn't deter her.

Noah had never experienced such an enticing form of torment and found himself yielding to her persistent curiosity.

With his agreement secured, Kate turned her hand toward the source of his heat.

Her touch was soft, boneless; when she grasped him, it was like sinking into a cloud of cotton.

The confines of his pants restricted her, forcing her to lean closer, pressing against him.

Kate’s fingertips danced along his inner thigh, feeling his growing reaction. Noah's breath turned ragged as she gently teased his sensitivity, a sudden coolness washing over him.

Kate paused, then used her thumb to lightly stroke his sensitive area, before pulling her hand away from his trousers.

Surveying the sheen on her fingers, Kate grinned, displaying them to Noah like a trophy.

The slickness caught the light, appearing almost indecent, as she leaned in closer. “You’re all worked up…”

Noah turned his head, warmth spreading to his ears, as Kate nipped at his ear and softly whispered his name.

He glanced at her, seeing her half-lidded eyes and innocent expression, while she brought her fingers to her lips, swirling her tongue around them as if savoring him.

Noah felt a tension building in his forehead, finally whispering her name.

“Hmm?” she responded, unflustered, tilting her head back slightly and swallowing before saying softly, “I’m a bit worked up too. Want to feel?”

Noah’s mind raced, unable to process before his hand was guided to a place he only ever dreamed of touching.

Kate wore a short skirt, steering Noah’s hand beneath its hem.

His hand, guided to such a vulnerable place, left Noah immobilized, pliant under Kate’s coaxing as they edged closer to temptation.

Suddenly, he brushed against a thin layer of fabric, a wave of warmth radiating from his fingertips through his entire being.

She was indeed worked up, dampening her underwear, one misstep and he’d sink into her softness.

Noah instinctively tried to retract his hand, only to have hers stop him.

Even the lightest touch had her shivering; moments ago, she was taunting, but now, she melted under his playful touch, her eyes shimmering.

More than just there, Noah noted, she was soaked through everywhere.

He tenderly continued, feeling his fingers gradually slickening.

She was incredibly soft and tender; Noah dared not apply pressure, fearing she’d fracture like delicate tofu.

Noah nudged closer to Kate, allowing her to nestle deeper into his shoulder, whispering just like a small creature whimpering softly.

“Feels good?” Noah asked cautiously.

“Mmm… very good,” she sighed, voice quivering with delight at his question.

Noah’s heart swelled with her response, pushing aside the fabric, slipping a finger in at the edge.

So exquisite...

Noah explored further, encountering a moist gap akin to a delicate petal from which pressed dew seeped, almost overwhelming.

In Noah’s arms, Kate shivered, her legs clamped tightly, trapping his hand in her embrace.

Noah’s grip firmed, parting her legs gently as he murmured, “Feel me."

Her surprise almost breaking over his constant teasing, she obliged, placing her hand on him, mutual discovery of each other.

Noah’s fingers stumbled upon a small, raised point, noticing Kate tremble more fervently, he circled back, gently stoking.

“So much on you,” Noah observed.

“Stop… saying that... Ah…”

Her body fluttered, Noah noted the rise and fall of her chest, a tinge of victorious pride in his words, “Does it feel nice?”

Kate didn't answer verbally, merely looking at him, the glance charged with soft lethality. He withdrew his hand from under her skirt, catching a faint, sweet aroma.

He nearly erupted with tension.

Kate’s subsequent action shattered his resolve completely.

She suddenly ducked down, tugging his pants just low enough to envelop him with her mouth.

Noah stifled a groan, the unexpected sound drawing attention from the row ahead, a drowsy query of, “Everything alright?”

Covering Kate's head with his jacket, Noah replied calmly, “Nothing, carrying on.”

As soon as the other turned back, Noah found himself unraveling in Kate’s warm mouth.

She emerged from beneath the fabric, her face flushed, opening her mouth to let him see.

Red and white, melded together.

She swallowed it down, leaving traces at the corner, beaming, “I heard you breathless, Noah.”