After deciding to pity Noah and let him do away with me, he went for several more rounds, and I started feeling thirsty.
My throat felt parched.
"Thirsty," I mumbled, and for the first time since we began that sex marathon, Noah kissed me.
He planted his lips on mine and used his tongue to part mine, sliding it in and swirling with my tongue.
I didn't know if he did that because he felt bad for me, whose mouth had been dry the whole time, but he was putting in a lot of effort and mixing our saliva together.
He was so silly. As if that was going to make me feel less thirsty.
But still... I wrapped my arms around him, diving deeper into the kiss... It didn't feel bad.
I passed out once again, and by the time I woke up, I was somewhat glad I did not see Noah's figure above me, expression filled with loss and groans escaping his rough lips.
