Transferring Branches

Their bodies intertwined with each other. They were similar to serpents entangled.

It was dark. Inside the utility room where it was the coldest, the heat in their bodies exchange to the warmest torture and pleasure. In Blake's mind, the appearance of the new headquarters circled around. He has to shrug off because today, as their relationship dwindled with coldness for the past few days, the upcoming sex was too good to be true.

Blake pushed her further on the table. Noelle didn't hesitate to fold her legs on each side of his waist. She hitched her dress up, giving an easy access to Blake's naked bottom. Noelle's orgasm was forming inside.

Clearly, Noelle doesn't want to bond with Cole, but it's spontaneous. Their meeting at the Royal Ball was quite coincidental, living in her mind rent-free, like they were struggling to survive one day and now, it took almost ten thousand crawls to reach the top.

She was already giving up from her relationship with Blake, as he is hooking up with Monica already, but that was uncertain.

Due to the changes in his job, Blake and Noelle would eventually be drifted apart for a while. Monica finds a way to destroy her reputation, and be able to build a relationship with Blake.

But that's impossible. They had gone through such lengths to be able to be together. Blake saved her, and Noelle saved him. Their relationship doesn't sink at one throw of a stone.

Sloppily, seductively, and full of emphasis, their kisses are made so deep to the core.

Noelle lied down to the metal steel table, letting Blake tear her dress in two. He unbuckled his belt off, slipped off from his jeans, and crawled in between her legs, kissing her bare abdomen. They were not on the live porn show, or even at the filming site where everything was rigid.

But… both of them were making love. They were bound to be with each other's hug.

Noelle gasped, moaning slightly, as his tongue swirled inside her navel. She arched her back to meet his seduction. Noelle clenched her fists in his hair. Blake continued to lick her legs. He soothed her skin. He never grew tired of touching every single part of Noelle's body.

Since the very first day, Blake had been attracted to Noelle's attributes.

He finally saw her in the darkest times, at the table drinking large portions of alcohol, as if the world is ending, and there's no way out of that darkness. Noelle needed someone the most, and if Blake didn't show up, she's probably lurking at the corner of an alley, waiting for someone to rescue her.

Blake must be a knight in shining armor, a prince who wished to accompany a distressed princess and the one who can make him his Queen. Noelle had come so long to reach her dreams: to provide for her terminally ill mother, who is sick lying on that bed for nearly a year, while she worked every day for 16 hours, earning a little money from her jobs.

If Blake didn't save her that time, she'll be dead right now. The time and effort she wasted on proving she can do it will dissipate in thin air. Noelle snaked her legs, cradling Blake, riding away without hesitation.

Both of them are naked now. Noelle let his junior inserted towards her vagina.

As they ram on, exchanging groans and moans, Blake sniffed in her body scent.

Noelle adjusted her legs, rotating her body in his lap, indulged with pleasure. All she could think of was the sword inside her case, and how it moves along her squeals.

"I love you, Noelle," Blake whispered. Instantly, Noelle stopped on ramming.

Their breaths caught up with each other.

Noelle and Blake sat apart, glancing at each other's eyes. He bit his bottom lip. His eyes don't lie. Noelle likes to speak silently and be able to watch his pupils dilate and fix at the right interval.

"Are you serious?" Noelle hushed. Of course, being a porn star, she's unable to decipher whether these times are the truth or not. He is still inside her. Blake brushed his hands towards her hair, tucking in the loose strands behind her ear.

Inside each other, they didn't talk or speak any word. They just… stare, like there's no presence of party outside, or a bunch of people searching for them. Completely, they are alone in each other's world. Blake liked to be lonely with Noelle.

"For almost 2 years of being with you, Noelle, my soul and heart scream your name, and nothing can ever change it quickly. Monica is not a reason to build for the cost and value of our relationship. We are both here, Noelle, and we are fated to be with each other."

Those were the nicest words she ever heard from a man. In a desolate world of struggles, one man can save her out of nowhere. Blake has been there since her drunkard state, in the darkest times possible, whenever she wishes to see the light in order to guide her way. Now, he's declaring his love and trust before they separate ways.

"Just so you know, I never wanted your virginity in the first place. We are both scheduled to have the sex at your auditions, and I don't have any choice but to play my part. With that Noelle, I know you will survive. You have survived."

Blake massaged the back of her buttocks. Noelle didn't even get ticklish.

"You are the only light to my darkest day, Noelle. I know I can survive with you."

She was in tears. She barely had time to cry, but it happened.

Even when the two of them are still inside, Noelle pulled Blake to a hug. She leaned her cheeks to his head, stating multiple thank you's, and asking him whether he'll leave sad or not. Blake laughed, shaking his head, knowing it'll never be a burden seeing Noelle cry.

"I will remind you how much you have come here, with nothing but your passion and will to succeed, and you are finally harvesting it. Just be that kind and cool girl while I'm away, hmm? I know you can do it."

Noelle tightened her grasp around his neck. She never wants to let go.

The comfort person she has will finally stride on another career path.

…

He was packing his things while Noelle was watching on the other side of the room.

She crossed her arms over her chest, stating, "You are going to stay there for the porn star job, and I know you're going to meet a lot of people, Blake. I'll admit you're one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen in my life, my love."

She walked towards him, interrupting his packing, and hugged his waist. Blake kissed her forehead while folding his briefs inside one of the zip bag. Noelle didn't want to get separated from him. She's like a kid who is attached to his body.

"I know you're not going to change, Noelle. You are such an apple I want to eat every day, keeps me away from the sickness that I bring in myself. Can you please promise to me you're not going to find someone else here?"

Blake reached out for her hand and held it in. Noelle's eyes become similar to a puppy.

"You should promise me, too, Blake. You are the one holding my future trust. If you're going to break it now, for sure, you'll be having a sleeping time with Monica."

He chuckled, closing one of the bags, and brush Noelle's body out of him, holding her by the shoulders. Blake shook his head, his lips quivering out, and looked at her dearly. The most precious thing that has ever happened to him is Noelle.

"Monica Ellis is nothing to me, my honeybunch. She is just a co-worker. Someone I know inside the company. You know that, Noelle, and stop doubting and comparing yourself from her. She is different from you, and she has no charms, to be honest."

Noelle tut her tongue and helped her with his luggage. Both of them smiled at each other.

"Now, we should let go of all those doubts and get along with the opportunities. You should do well, Blake. It's another challenge up your sleeve."

Noelle rolled the luggage to the door, letting her boyfriend follow her out, but Blake stopped her, stating, "Take care, Noelle. You are going to be the next popular porn star."

But no one knows what will happen next.

"We'll see on that, Blake. I know it's going to be difficult, but that's fine."