18

'Is this what all one-night stands are like? Do they always involve cuddling afterward?' Ingrid thought, as she lay sprawled on top of Noah, who was stretched out on the sofa.

She could still feel her whole body trembling from what they had just done. She had never come that hard, ever. It felt like she had only just now truly understood what sex was. It was so beautiful, so pleasurable, so mysterious. It was like a beautiful dream she never wanted to end.

A moment later, she couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"What?" Noah asked, confused.

She lifted her head from his chest. "I just can't believe it."

"That we had sex?"

"Yes, and..." Ingrid laughed again. "You're so wild, Sir. Sorry, it's just not what you look like."

She didn't know if he was amused or surprised by her words. "What do I look like then?"

"Uh..." She looked at Noah's face. “With clothes on, you look like a teacher. Or a politician. Or maybe even a seminarian.”

That made Noah laugh. "You're silly."

"Can you excuse me for a while?" she asked with a smile. "I'm just going to brush my teeth and take a quick shower without washing my hair. Not to offend or anything, it's not that I feel dirty from what we did. It's just, you showered and brushed your teeth earlier, and then here I am—"

"You still smell good and fresh to me," Noah cut her off before helping her up.

He followed her to the bathroom. She walked a little unsteadily because of the liquid still flowing from her. She couldn't help but feel restless. Smelling the musk of their mixed essence was like a powerful aphrodisiac. She was getting hot again, and she was aware that she wasn't the only one feeling that way.

"Are you still safe tomorrow?"

She turned to him, laughing. "Sir, don't tell me you're planning to stay here until morning?" she asked, but there was no protest in her voice. In fact, she was silently wishing he would stay longer.

Ingrid was already up for another round, and she was shocked by it. Was sex with Noah really that good that she didn't want it to stop?

"If you'd let me," he told her with a longing look, begging her to say yes.

She stared intently into his eyes. She could see his need for her, his desire. And she knew she couldn't hide the fact that she felt the same way about him.

"Why not?" She grinned at him. "And yes, I'll still be safe tomorrow."

She turned to the bathroom mirror—while Noah was peeing—and examined her reflection. Her hair was messy, and her makeup was smudged. Strangely though, she looked so beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling, her cheeks flushed. That's probably what they called the afterglow of sex.

"Do you always carry things in your car?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, I always need extra clothes because I go to the gym two to three times a week. And I also have emergencies, like when Bela got injured on set. You can say that I need to be always on the go."

Ingrid remembered that from last month. Noah had quickly chartered a helicopter and immediately flew to Cebu, where Bela Roces was shooting a film and had injured her leg on set.

She stood beside him as he flushed the toilet bowl and washed his hands in the sink.

"I'm glad you weren't creeped out that I was dreaming about having sex with you," he said, looking at her in the mirror. "It just came out of nowhere. I have no idea why, aside from not having a sex life for a while now, I guess..."

Ingrid shook her head. "I found it a bit weird, yes. It's also funny. But it kind of makes sense, I think."

He raised an eyebrow and turned to face her. “W-why?”

She smiled shyly but decided to be honest. She didn’t know why, but she felt incredibly comfortable talking to him. Like she could tell him anything without holding back.

"You know how they say that when a woman is in heat or craving sex, sometimes the men around her feel it?" she asked.

"Like pheromones in the animal kingdom?" he asked, interested.

"Yes. It's not scientifically proven on humans, I think. But I've read that our bodies exude some sort of chemical compounds to let the opposite sex be aware that we need to be... you know, mating. It's nature's call for us to reproduce, I guess."

He smiled playfully. "So you're saying that you were in heat, and I somehow felt your need?"

Ingrid shrugged, laughing shyly. "Maybe."

"Makes sense. It's a better explanation than telling me that you secretly added a sex potion to my coffee. I mean, not that I'm complaining now, but you really made it hard for me."

She laughed loudly, then shooed him away. "Sir, just wait for me in the living room. I'll make us coffee after I shower."

And, well... Like she had expected, they couldn't resist the heat that consumed them again. They were in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to brew in the coffee maker, when they ended up having sex there.

Noah shoved her face down on the kitchen table and took her from behind. The table creaked as he thrust into her from behind, her hands slapping against it. Ingrid had never heard herself shrieking in pleasure like that. A mix of pain and pleasure as he slammed into her from behind and scratched her back. He also bit her shoulder and ears. He was taking her so brusquely, and strangely enough, she was loving it.

"More—aaarghhh!" Ingrid yelled as she sensed she was already getting to the edge, and her mate squeezed her little waist.

She grinned when she heard Noah mutter a very vulgar cuss word. It made her even more eager to twist her hips and meet his thrusts. The sound of their bodies ramming into each other was so erotic. She felt dirty, and she was loving it.

"Shit... shit!" he panted as he mercilessly rammed into her like a piston, pushing her back until her boobs were squished against the table.

Ingrid was hurting a little, but that little pain was intensifying her pleasure. She also liked that he didn't treat her like fragile glass. She just discovered that given the right mate, she wasn't passive when it came to sex. She knew how to fuck, too. And she could fuck well.

"My God, Sir Noah! Are you always this—aaah... wild?"

She heard him laugh.

Ingrid's body lifted slightly as Noah pulled her hair and bit her neck. Gosh, he was like an animal that had caught its prey. And now, he was ready for the kill.

He reached his peak first, but he didn't stop thrusting until she came too. Ingrid came with her vagina flooded with his thick cum. She just collapsed onto the table, exhausted and needing to support her trembling legs.

She felt Noah's tender kisses on her shoulder and forehead, then he gently lifted her up. He pulled out a chair and sat down, settling her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, as if grounding herself back into reality.