Page 82 of His Heart

It had been years since I’d had a real orgasm. It was as if that part of me had shut off. The pressure of Sebastian’s cock grinding against me brought it back in a rush. Tension built and I moved my hips, aching for more. Desperate.

As if he already knew the intricacies of my body, he moved in a steady rhythm, rubbing against me in just the right spot. I held tight to his back as every muscle in my core contracted. He didn’t stop, his movements relentless, his breath hot on my neck. My eyes rolled back and I moaned, the sensation overtaking me. Holy shit, he was going to make me come like this. Right here against his front door.

I clutched at his back. The heat between my legs built, wetness soaking my panties. Tingling waves of pleasure rolled through me as Sebastian’s stiff erection pressed against me. His hips drove forward, his cock grinding against my clit. This was insane.

My climax peaked. I let it happen, coming apart in his arms. I gasped with every pulse of my orgasm, the heat of it coursing through me.

“Oh my god.” I was breathing hard, the final tremors pinging through my body like little jolts of electricity. He held me up and I clung to him, my arms wrapped tight around his neck.

He waited for me to relax, then gently lowered me to the ground. He touched my face and kissed me, soft this time. My lips. Cheek. Neck.

“What do you feel now?” he asked, low into my ear. Kissed my neck again.

“Alive,” I whispered. I ran my hand down his chest, over his abs. His body was so solid, so thick with muscle. Past the waistband of his sweats. Wrapped my hand around his cock. “But I want more.”

“You don’t have to,” he said, but I heard the desire in his voice.

“I want to.”

Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me upstairs to his room. He shut the door behind us, shrouding the room in darkness. We tore off our clothes and our mouths crashed together. The feel of his skin against mine lit me on fire. He pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

Before I had to ask, he reached for his bedside table and pulled out a condom. It only took him a few seconds to rip it open and roll it down. I stared at his thick erection. I’d felt it through our clothes, but seeing it was another thing entirely. Sebastian was big, and his cock was no exception.

The intensity in his eyes pierced through me, even in the dim light. He settled between my legs, the tip of his cock spreading me open. He took his time, kissing my lips, sliding in more.

With a swift thrust, he pushed himself deep inside me. Held there, his thickness filling me. He groaned into my neck and tension rippled through his body.

“God, you feel good,” he said.

My eyes fluttered closed as he started to move, driving his hips, plunging in and out. “So do you.”

But he felt so much more than good. He felt amazing. Skin sliding against skin. Mouths tangled together. Our bodies joined, moving as one. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

The inevitability of this moment washed over me. Since the day we’d met, everything had been leading us here. Every walk home. Every late-night conversation. Every breath. Every heartbeat.

I ran my fingers through his hair. His beard grazed across my skin, pleasantly rough. He drove faster—harder. I moved my hands across his back, feeling the hard planes of muscle contracting above me. So strong and powerful. Down to his glutes, flexing with each thrust. I splayed my hands against his ass and pushed him in deeper, wanting more.

Hot tension grew inside me. He was relentless, the pressure of his cock exquisite. His rhythm perfect. The energy between us built into a frenzy until I was gasping for breath. Clutching his back. Crying out, my inhibitions long gone.

His erection hardened, thickening inside me. It slid through my wet pussy, the friction intense. Stimulating every nerve. He grunted and growled, his voice low in my ear, reverberating through my chest.

Oh my god, he was going to make me come again.

“Fuck,” he breathed. He lifted up, the muscles in his arms bulging. Met my eyes. “I want to keep fucking you, but I don’t think I can stop.” Hard thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Don’t stop,” I said. “Come, Sebastian. Come inside me.”

His brow furrowed and he groaned, driving into me, over and over.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck yes,” I said as the ground beneath me opened and I tumbled into space. Soared through the air. The second orgasm was even more intense than the first. My pussy clenched hard around his pulsing cock and he groaned louder. I called out, hot waves of pleasure rolling through me. The intensity leaving me breathless.

When it was over, he kissed me, deep and slow. There was still so much passion in his kiss. It was luxurious and unhurried, but powerful. Full of feelings we hadn’t yet spoken aloud.

After a final soft kiss on my lips, he looked deep into my eyes. I’d never felt so vulnerable, yet so secure.

“I love you,” he said.

A potent mixture of joy and relief filled me at hearing his words. I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted to hear them until he spoke them aloud.

“I love you, too,” I said, touching his face.

With a hint of a smile on his lips, he nodded and kissed me again. He got up to dispose of the condom, then came back to bed. Drew me close, into his arms. Kissed my forehead.

I rested with my head on his chest, listening to the beats of his heart.

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