Page 29 of Shattered Echoes

It's a dance as old as time itself, a primal give-and-take fueled by an overwhelming need for connection. The tide of passion sweeps away any lingering doubts, drowning them out with the thunderous pounding of our hearts.

There’s no going back from this, I know. I can feel the guilt deep inside. Unfortunately, I’m going through enough emotions at the moment that it’s super easy for me to bury the guilt and ignore it.

The kiss becomes desperate, hungry. We stumble into the living room, hands roving across each other’s bodies. We bump into the coffee table and send the game controllers scattering across the floor.

Without pausing, we find our way to the couch, his touch igniting a fire within me, a need telling me I’d been too involved with my own problems to realize there was a need simmering under the surface.

He trails his kisses down my neck, his lips lingering on the sensitive spot behind my ear. My breath hitches, and a moan escapes my lips. His hands are everywhere, exploring the curves of my body with a practiced ease that makes my heart race.

The guilt claws at me again for a fleeting moment, a whisper against the tide of desire. I push it down, though, choosing to surrender to the moment, to the man holding me close.

We shed our clothes in a flurry of tangled limbs and hushed whispers. His body is a work of art, chiseled as if from stone. Tattoos cover the lean muscles of his arms. My gaze travels across the planes of his chest, lingering on the faint outlines of faded tattoos, and much inked ones. The room is dim enough that I can’t make out what they say, not that I care much right now. But they hold me, belying their strength.

He drinks in my body as well, his breathing ragged as he performs a full scan from the swell of my breasts and rests on my thigh, his hand gripping it. Antonio suspends one of my legs on the back of the couch and slips his hand along my inner thigh. The faint contact sends a hurricane of sensation through me, threatening to drive me insane. Leaning forward, he fastens his wet, cool mouth on one of my breasts, my nipple hard. His hand moves down to the ruinous mess between my legs, his fingers gliding through.

I lose all sensation in my legs, and I shudder from the twin points of pleasure. I shudder, my mind trying to process what is happening to my body.

His fingers find my sensitive nub, and I gasp, my eyes watering. “Yes, Antonio,” I whisper in a voice that sounds almost alien. “Right there. Please, stay right there.”

Humming his approval, Antonio increases the pressure on my breast, while rubbing two fingers in slow, intentional, circular movements on my nub. It happens too fast. A crescendo of pleasure, and the next moment, my legs spasm, my muscles growing as taut as bowstrings as an orgasm rips through me. I feel it in every fiber of my existence and realize I’m crying afterwards.

Antonio eases the pressure on my clit and looks at my face. He grins before kissing me. I latch onto his lips for dear life, wrapping my arms around his sweaty back. He lies on top of me, his heavy body a comfortable weight.

“Wow,” I whisper. “Just…wow.”

He laughs, a clean sound that seems like it’s coming from deep inside his bowels. And then he trails a blazing path of kisses down my neck, his lips and tongue igniting every nerve ending in their wake.

Hishuge member brushes against my legs, and I can’t deny the thrill the feel of it sends through me. I reach down and grab it, feeling the girth and enjoying the deep moan that drifts out of his throat as I massage it, the veins bulging as it swells in my hand.

A part of me is terrified of having that inside me. But part of me can’t wait to experience what it would feel like. To experience that massive shaft drilling in and out of me. I arch into him, a breathless moan escaping my lips as his calloused fingers trace the curves of my body. He leisurely wanders down my body, covering every inch with kisses.

Neck, shoulders, chest, belly button, thighs.. As he works his way down, I feel a rush of mounting excitement, fueled by the desire for what’s coming. When I grab the back of his head and try to force it faster between my legs, he pushes back.

“Patience, Col,” he rumbles. “I need you to relax and enjoy this. Hmm?”

I whimper. There’s no denying how much control he has over me. He has me wrapped around his finger and ready to do whatever bidding he wants. I lean back on the couch and close my eyes, trying hard to relax.

And yet, nothing prepares me for the sensation I feel when his tongue splits my pussy apart and rests on my sensitive nub.

I let out a surprised cry as my eyes fly wide open. I watch him in shock as he feasts on me. The slurping sounds are arousing but embarrassing. How did I get so wet so fast?

To call Antonio skilled is a gross understatement. He reads my body, listening to every sound and reacting to every motion. I hear a ringing in my ear, and my head drops to the side as I feel my orgasm that’s mere seconds away. Antonio’s tongue is a sentient being, moving on its own volition. The result is a sense of perpetual satisfaction as he leads me to my climax.

I don’t notice when he stops, my mind reacting slower than it has ever done before. Why did he stop? I open my eyes, indignant and about to cry in disappointment.

Before I can form the words, he leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not so fast, Col. You’re not about to have all the fun alone.”

My heart is beating fast in my chest as I watch him, liquid dripping from his jaw and splattering on my chest. Fuck.

Still watching me, he guides his monstrosity into me. I scramble backwards, wide-eyed, trying with futility to get away from that monster. Antonio grips my waist, bats my hands aside, and buries his shaft into me up to the hilt.

I feel it strike my wall, splitting me apart as it lodges inside me. My vision swims, and I see spinning stars. He’s trying to kill me. He’s going to kill me, I think, panicking.

He sees the panic in my eyes, and his expression softens. “It’s alright, Col. It’s alright. Okay?”

His voice sounds like it’s coming from far away, and I nod. He pulls his dick halfway out, burying it again, but not as deep. I let out a sigh of relief. It doesn’t feel as bad as the first time, but it’s still a lot.

The sensation is mind numbing as my walls expand to accept him. Ever patient, Antonio moves until he can see me wanting more. I grip his buttocks and try to get him to go faster.

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