Page 22 of Heart of The Night

‘No,’ I said breathily. ‘It feels amazing.’

‘Good.’ He groaned, sliding further in. ‘Shit, Cara. I won’t be able to last long.’

‘Me neither.’

He was gentle upon his retreat, and his first few thrusts were gentle, too. I appreciated that, as I was somewhat struggling to accommodate him. But the more aroused I became, the more I spread to welcome him. Slowly, he increased the pace, and the friction blew my mind.

‘Mmm, yes. Just like that,’ I said, lifting my upper body by bracing my elbows against the table’s surface.

William bent over me, strong arms coming around my waist to hold me intimately. His hands travelled to my breasts, squeezing and pinching. I turned my head in search of his lips, and he kissed me sweetly while he continued driving into me, his thrusts becoming harder and harder. With each shove, he struck that sensitive spot within me, and the sensation bolted up my spine until it tingled in my nose.

After a while, his right hand let go of my breast, sliding down my stomach instead, and then his fingers were rubbing my throbbing clit. The combination of it all drove me senseless with pleasure. He was everywhere, both within and without. His hand on my breast, his lips on mine, his fingers on my clit, his dick inside me – I couldn’t take any more. It was too intense.

‘Shit,’ I cried out and pulled away from his mouth, needing air. The tension continued to heat up in my system, nearing its boiling point. Reaching for his hands on my body, my palms wrapped over the back of his, our fingers interlacing. When he thrust again, I squeezed his hands so hard that my fingers grew numb.

Air stormed out of my lungs. ‘Fuck,’ I mouthed.

He continued masterfully, his dick striking my front wall with clinical precision. I shook my head. This was overwhelming.

‘Will,’ I warned. My walls clamped down on him as if to reject him. Stars rained past my closed eyes. He was fucking me heavenly. My face twisted at the intensity. Shit.

‘Yes, mon amour,’ he said, his French triggering me like nothing else. ‘Come for me.’ He gripped my jaw and turned my head. A heartbeat later, his mouth was on mine. As my breaths grew ragged and strained, waves of pleasure rippled through me, growing more intense with each one. Anticipating my imminent climax, William reinforced his grip on me, eliminating any chance of escape.

And then, it unlocked. I wailed his name, an avalanche of sheer pleasure sweeping through my body, sending tremors through my entire system. But William confined me to him, holding me tightly. I quaked around his throbbing dick, my thighs squeezing together as I succumbed to pure bliss. Dissolving in his arms, faint whimpers escaped my mouth as he kept ramming into me, each thrust harder and faster than the last. He was nearing it.

He groaned loudly a final time, then thrust so hard it was somewhat painful. I winced, clawing his forearms as he folded over me, his ragged breaths echoing our shared exhaustion.

Silence ensued, punctuated only by the sounds of our slow recovery.

‘Shit,’ he chuckled after a while. ‘I’ve never come that fast during sex.’ He dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder.

‘It was fucking intense,’ I said, my voice hoarse.

‘Did it hurt at all?’ he asked, pulling out. I wrinkled my nose at the unpleasant feeling. I hated when they pulled out.

‘Only the last thrust.’

‘Sorry. I’ll remember that for next time.’

‘I survived.’ I crumbled sideways, sprawling haphazardly across the intricate patterns of the shimmering rug beneath us. Its silvery-beige base melded with hints of gold and blue, creating a captivating blend of colours that momentarily held my attention.

William wrapped his arms around my body with familiar ease, lifting me back onto the sofa. As he slipped away to the toilet near the hall, I remained ensconced in the cushions, the muted sound of running water indicating his quick freshening up.

He reappeared, a copper-toned hand towel in his grasp, and prised my legs apart. A satisfied gleam flickered in his eyes, his lips curling into a smug smirk at the sight of his handiwork. With an intimacy that was as caring as it was sensual, he wiped my inner thighs with the soft towel, gently drying off his overflowing release. Then, he stretched out next to me, drawing me into the warmth of his embrace. A soft smile danced on my lips as I nuzzled my nose against his skin, indulging in the heady odour that was distinctly his.

We surrendered to a tranquil quiet, exchanging tender kisses of affection. Every time I lay beside him like this, eyes closed in peaceful surrender, I felt a soaring sensation, as though I could reach out and brush my fingers against the sky. Without a doubt, these precious, intimate moments between us were my own personal slice of heaven.

After a prolonged silence, William’s voice laced through the serene atmosphere. ‘The wall, the dining table, the bed, the sofa, and the coffee table… That’s five spots now ticked off my list.’

A giggle bubbled from my lips as I opened my eyes, propping myself up on my elbow. William’s mouth was stretched into a broad grin, his eyes still closed in contentment.

He continued, ‘Let’s aim to have sex on every available surface. The bathroom seems like a good place to start for our next round, be it in the bath or the shower. Your choice, of course.’

I couldn’t hold back a soft peal of laughter. His enthusiasm was too charming. Leaning in, I pressed a lingering kiss to his chest, feeling the rhythmic drumming of his heart against my lips. ‘Sounds like a wonderful plan. And I’ll be allowed to ride you then, right?’

He was about to speak when the familiar trill of a phone ringing interrupted us. We both had the same tone, but the proximity of the sound indicated it couldn’t be mine – my purse was still in the hall.

Stretching his arm toward the floor, William swiftly retrieved his jeans and extracted his phone from the back pocket. The moment he angled the screen toward us, the serenity that had enveloped me was shattered.

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