Page 35 of Story Of My Heart

“Tate,” she breathes, her voice a plea for more, and something inside me shatters with the sweetness of it. Giving her what she wants—what she asks for—feels as necessary as breathing, as vital as the blood coursing through my veins. I’d tear the stars from the sky if she desired light. Her wishes weave through me, binding, compelling. It’s terrifying, this depth of feeling, like standing on the edge of a cliff with wings that might not hold. But for Piper, for that soft, earnest call of my name on her lips, I’d risk the fall, over and over again.

Sliding two fingers inside her, I immediately feel the slick, velvety walls of her channel hugging around me. I work my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of her delicate breaths. It’s like I can hear her heartbeat, her desire, her longing for this, for me.

“That's it, sweet girl,” I whisper, my other hand reaching between her thighs to cup her sex. “Show me how much you want me.”

I rub her clit in circles, applying just enough pressure to send ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans loudly, her body undulating in response to my touch. I can tell she’s getting close, her breaths coming faster, her hips bucking against my hand.

Her lips part as she whispers, “Tate, I want you to suck my clit. I want to come that way.”

I allow my hands to drift down her legs to her strappy sandals, sweeping her panties down and off. Then I caress my way back up again, “So you want to feel my tongue between your legs? You like it when I taste you. When I can’t get enough.”

Piper takes a deep breath and whispers back, “Yes, I need you to make me come so hard.”

“I want that too.” After spreading her swollen flesh with my fingertips, my mouth envelops her clit, sucking and flicking it with my lips. Piper’s knees wobble, her body trembling with each lick and suck of my mouth. I already know her tells. She’s so close now, so very close.

“Tate, oh God, it’s right there!” she cries out, her voice a beautiful symphony of desire and ecstasy.

I don’t let up, I keep licking and sucking, driving her higher and higher until she finally shatters. I can feel the pulsating waves of her orgasm on my tongue, the sweet nectar of her passion coating my mouth and hands.

Piper’s body convulses beneath me, her breathing ragged and her voice hoarse as she rides out her climax. I continue to lick and suck until her orgasm subsides, easing her through the peak like I can’t get enough as her body slowly drifts back down to earth

When she’s finally able to speak again, she breathes out, “Please, Tate. I feel so empty.”

The intensity of her words flips a switch, and my dick throbs, demanding release. I quickly undo my belt and zipper, freeing myself from my constricting fabric trap. Retrieving a condom from my toiletry bag, I swiftly unwrap it and roll it onto my length. The anticipation of being inside her, the thought of feeling her around me, makes my heart race.

Piper, glances over her shoulder and wiggles her perfect ass, inviting me to enter her. As I eye her tight entrance, I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of her body, the way her long hair cascades down her back, the way her skin glistens. I can almost taste her desire, her submission, her surrender.

As I watch Piper, a sense of awe washes over me. The moonlight dances across her skin, casting a glow that seems almost ethereal. Her hair, a dark cascade of silk, traces the contours of her back, beckoning my touch. The sight of her, so openly desirous and yielding, stirs a deep, almost painful yearning within me. She is breathtaking, overwhelming me, and it feels like a punch to the chest. Standing here, witnessing her vulnerability and the trust she places in me—it’s both a privilege and a torment. How is it that she doesn’t see the way she moves me, reshapes the very beats of my heart with just a glance? How can she not know that she redefines my understanding of connection with every breath she takes?

With one hand, I grip her hip, steadying her slightly unsteady frame. With the other, I position my dick at her entrance. “You know you’re mine, right?”

At least for now.

I take one last deep breath, ready to dive headfirst into the ocean that is her desire, her warmth, her wetness.

I push inside her, slowly at first, her muscles clenching around me, hugging me as if trying to make sure I’m real. Piper’s moans of pleasure fill the air, mingling with the sound of our bodies joining, our movements in sync, an unstoppable force.

I begin to move, harder and faster, my body falling in rhythm with hers. Each deep stroke brings a moan, each pull away a whimper. The pace quickens, our breaths short and ragged, matching the intensity of our passion.

“Oh god, you feel so good, Tate,” Piper cries out, her voice a mix of affection and lust, driving me on. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, each thrust driving both of us closer and closer to the brink.

I can feel her walls clenching, pulsating around me, matching the rhythm of my movements. The sheer pleasure of it all, the feeling of being so deeply connected with her, is almost intoxicating.

“Touch yourself,” I demand, pushing her torso deeper into the couch cushions. “Show me how you satisfy that needy little clit.”

She complies. her hand crawling underneath her body to circle her clit in rapid flicks.

“Ah, I’m gonna come again,” Piper gasps, her voice spiraling.

My own reeling sensations quickly reach their peak, my body moving in tandem with hers. Her sweet moans egg me on, growing more fervent, and my name is like a mantra on her lips.

“Yes, oh god! Yes!” Piper cries out, her body trembling beneath me. Her orgasm washes over me, her wetness coating me as we continue to rock together.

In that moment, I feel as if I’m not just having sex with Piper, but rather becoming one with her. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, our breaths intertwining, our hearts pounding in unison. It’s as if the universe itself has stopped to witness our union.

As Piper’s orgasm crests and subsides, her walls pulsate around me, milking me dry. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before —it’s as if my dick has been baptized in her ecstasy.

“Can’t last,” I groan, the base of my spine tingling. I plunge harder, faster, my hips bucking against her. Every nerve ending in my body ignites as if I’m flying, soaring through the cosmos on the crest of something amazing. Then the waves of pleasure overtake me, my body convulsing with the intensity of my release.

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