Page 23 of All My Broken Pieces

Fallon is perched on the bed on her hands and knees, like the good girl she is. Her back is arched, ass pointing up in the air, her golden hair falling around her like a blanket of sunshine. Noticing my return, she turns her head toward me, running her gaze down my body. Her eyes widen when she spots what’s in my hand, a knowing smile spreading across her face.

Returning her smile, I cross the room and climb onto the bed behind her, setting the lube and strap-on down beside me. I run my hands over her ass, gripping her cheeks and spreading themopen for me. A groan slips past my lips as I stare down at her. “You’re so perfect.” I breathe, leaning down to slide my tongue from her slit up to circle her tight little hole.

Fallon whimpers, pushing back against my face. Stretching her further, I push my tongue inside her asshole, my pussy clenching at the moan she lets out. I slide one hand down, pushing a finger inside of her soaking cunt. “Fuck.” She gasps, rocking her hips back.

Adding another finger, I slowly push them in and out, spearing the fingers to stretch her open for me. “That’s it, baby.” I praise. “Fuck yourself on my tongue and fingers.” She whimpers again and rotates her hips, doing just that. I twist my wrist to move my thumb over her clit, circling the sensitive bud as her body tenses up. Curling my fingers, I can feel her pussy clench around them as she comes, a cry erupting from her.

Sitting back on my heels, I grab the discarded items, uncapping the lube to pour it over both ends of the dildo. Fallon collapses against the mattress, rolling on her back to watch me with heavy lids. I work my hand over the plastic, getting it ready as I rake my gaze over her body.

Slipping a hand between my thighs, I push two fingers inside of my pussy, groaning as her eyes dart to the movement with a lick of her lips. “You drive me crazy.” I mutter, slowly pushing my fingers in and out.

Fallon pushes upright, climbing onto her knees and crawling over to me. Flicking her eyes up to mine, she leans forward and slips her tongue in beside my fingers. A choked noise escapes my throat as I feel her match my pace. She hums against me, eating my pussy with a ravenous hunger.

I can feel myself tense up as the sensations build, pushing me closer and closer to a release I didn’t know if I would get to experience again. Sensing my impending orgasm, she slides her tongue up my slit, slowly circling my clit. Her warm breathagainst my sensitive nerve endings is nearly enough to push me over the edge.

“Fallon.” I moan, tipping my head back as I get lost in the intoxicating feeling of her lips and tongue. A soft pleasurable noise slips from her in response to my growing desperation to let go. I speed up the pumping of my fingers as she licks and sucks, every sensation building me up and up and up until…

“Fuck.” I groan loudly as my body jerks, the movements in my wrist halting as waves of pleasure roll through me.

For a moment I forget everything, I forget all the pain and anger from the last few weeks. I forget the loneliness and heartache. All that exists is this moment of connection and pleasure shared between us.

As I come down from my moment of ecstasy, I slowly pull my fingers out and push her back against the mattress. She stares up at me, her chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. With my eyes zeroed in on her perfect tits, I adjust the straps around my hips and line up the dildo with my entrance, groaning loudly as I push it inside of myself.

“Fuck.” Fallon mutters, biting her lip so hard I’m worried she’s going to break the skin.

Shuffling forward, I tilt my hips to press the other end of the dildo against her pussy. With my eyes on hers, I slowly push inside, moving my hands to grip her hips. We both groan when it’s fully seated inside her, the feeling of us being connected in this way is overwhelming.

I can’t lose her again. I can’t lose this.

The thought passes through my mind, an unwanted intrusion to our night. I swat it away and choose to focus on us, on the pleasure we are giving one another.

Pulling my hips back, I thrust forward, watching as her tits bounce with the movement. She writhes beneath me, lifting her hips up to meet each of my thrusts.

“Shit. Fuck. Oh god.” Fallon gasps, her hands clawing at the blanket. “I’m-I’m going to-”

Tightening my hold on her, I pull her towards me, slamming my hips forward. I can feel the pressure building as I listen to her cries, the sound igniting a nearly feral need within me.

“Yesyesyes. Oh my god, please. I’m so close.” She begs, her eyes squeezed shut, head pushed back into the mattress. “Oh fuck!” She screams as her body shudders.

I speed up my movements, shifting a hand to slip between my thighs and circle my clit as I chase my own climax. “Fuuuuuck.” I groan, my hips stuttering as my body tenses once more.

We both pant as we come down from the high of our shared release, avoiding the reality that we know faces us in the morning. After several moments, I pull out and remove the strap-on, tossing it over the side of the bed to deal with later.

Fallon smiles sleepily up at me, the combination of liquor and orgasms pulling her toward the land of unconsciousness.

Climbing off the bed, I slip into the bathroom to quickly cleanup before grabbing a rag and returning to the room to do the same to her. After dropping the rag into my hamper, I walk back to the bed and pull the covers down, climbing in beside her. Covering us with the blanket, I circle her waist with my arm, pulling her back against me.

She hums, settling back into the warmth of my embrace. It’s not long before her soft snores fill the room. I move my free hand to stroke her face, finding she forgot to take off her glasses in her drunken state. With a quiet chuckle, I remove them and carefully stretch to set the frames on the bedside table, placing a kiss on her forehead as I settle back into the bed.

“I love you,mi vida.” I whisper, wishing it was enough to keep her.

I wake with a groan, reaching my arm out over the empty space beside me. Peeking an eye open, I confirm I am, in fact, alone.

“Just fucking perfect.” I groan again, throwing my arm over my eyes.

I knew what last night was, I knew the moment I saw her swaying on her feet. But I did it to myself anyway.

And I’d do it again.

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