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The question of protection lingered at the edge of my thoughts, a necessary consideration in the heat of our moment. "Do you have—?" I began, the question trailing off, unsure how to broach the topic without breaking the spell between us.
"I'm on the pill," she interjected softly, understanding my hesitance. "There's nothing to worry about."
Her words washed over me like a wave of relief mingled with excitement. The idea of experiencing her fully, without any barriers, thrilled me in a way I hadn't anticipated. It wasn't just the physical union but the trust she placed in me, sharing ourselves without reservations.
With a gentle nod, I acknowledged her reassurance, feeling a final piece click into place. Slowly, with a reverence that mirrored the depth of what was unfolding between us, I aligned myself with her. The initial touch was a shock of warmth, a perfect fit that drew a deep, mutual moan from both of us. I paused, savoring the sensation, the connection that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
The connection was immediate and overwhelming, a melding of heat and desire that drove all other thoughts from my mind. The world outside our immediate presence faded away, leaving behind only the essential reality of her and me, together in this deeply personal dance. The barriers we had shed were not just physical but emotional, each of us baring more than just our bodies in those moments.
Her hands found my back, pulling me closer, her nails gently pressing into my skin, urging me on. Each thrust was met with her soft moans, encouraging, urging.
"God, Heather," I murmured as I watched her beneath me, her chest heaving, her eyes fluttering with each surge of pleasure. The room filled with the sound of our unio. The soft cries that escaped her lips drove me further, wanting to give her more, to take us both to the edge.
As her body began to tense, I sensed her nearing another climax. "Danny, don’t stop," she gasped, her voice shaky with rising ecstasy. Her plea was my undoing, but I wanted this to last, to extend the moment that was just ours.
Feeling her clench around me, I knew she was close. Her eyes locked onto mine, a silent communication passing between us as she arched her back, pushing against me. The sight of her, so open and trusting, so utterly responsive, drew me deeper into the vortex of our combined desire.
Her climax hit, powerful and intense. She cried out, her body shaking under the wave of her release. The room spun slightly with the intensity of her reaction, her pleasure feeding my own.
Not wanting to end this communion too hastily, I slowed, then gently rolled us over, placing her on top. "Your turn to lead," I whispered, giving her control. This shift allowed us both a moment to catch our breath and savor the intimacy.
From this new angle, I watched her move above me, a dance of shadows and moonlight playing across her features. Her hands braced against my chest as she set the pace, slow at first, then gradually building. The sight of her in such a state of empowered vulnerability, the way she lost herself in the sensation, was mesmerizing.
"Danny," she breathed out as she moved, each word punctuated by a rhythm that she dictated, her expression one of focused pleasure. "This... this is what I needed."
And as she rode the waves of her own making, I was there with her, every push, every pull drawing us closer to a peak.
As the rhythm intensified, I sat up abruptly, pulling her with me until I was perched on the edge of the bed, her legs still wrapped tightly around me. This sudden shift deepened the angle, a perfect alignment that drew a sharp gasp from her lips. Her hands found my shoulders, gripping them for support as she adjusted to the new position. The change in angle and the gravity pulling her down onto me drove her over the edge once more.
"Oh, Danny," she moaned, her voice laced with a pleasure so acute it echoed off the walls. Her climax washed over her in powerful waves, and her body convulsed with each pulse of her release, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my hard cock.
The sight of her in such a raw state of ecstasy, coupled with the feel of her tight, wet heat enveloping me, obliterated any restraint I had left. Lust, pure and demanding, took over. Standing up with her still clinging to me, I carried her a few steps to the nearest wall. Her legs tightened around my waist, her arms slung around my neck, as I pressed her back against the cool surface.
The new position allowed me to thrust into her with an intensity that had us both gasping. Each movement was more insistent than the last, driven by a need that seemed to grow with every breath. The sound of my hips slamming against her, the wet slap of skin on skin, filled the room with a carnal symphony that fueled my arousal to new heights.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling slightly, guiding my mouth to her neck where I kissed and nibbled, marking her as mine in that heated moment. She tilted her head back against the wall, offering herself up to my lips, and the sight of her beneath me—so open, so willing—sent me spiraling.
"I can't get enough of you," I growled against her skin, my voice rough with desire. The primal part of me took over completely, each thrust harder and deeper, driven by the sheer need to possess, to claim, to satisfy this overwhelming desire.
She responded with equal fervor, her body moving in sync with mine, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own.
As I moved within her, lost in the heat and the need, I knew I was crossing lines I had never intended to cross. But at that moment, with Heather pressed against the wall, her body wrapped around mine, all thoughts of right and wrong faded into nothingness. All that remained was the undeniable truth of our desire, raw and unyielding.
As our breathing slowed and the echo of our passion faded into the quiet of the night, we remained entangled, reluctant to let go of the closeness we'd found. I carried her over to the bed, where we collapsed onto the soft mattress. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting gentle shadows across Heather's face. She looked up at me, her eyes a mixture of contentment and uncertainty.
"That was..." she started, her voice a whisper of wonder.
"Incredible," I finished for her, my hand tracing idle patterns on her arm.
"Yeah," she sighed, her gaze falling to where our bodies were still joined in a lazy, comfortable connection.
I propped myself up on one elbow, looking down at her. "What does this mean for us, Heather?" I asked.
She paused, considering, her fingers tracing the lines of my chest. "I don’t know, Danny," she admitted. "And I don’t think we should try to figure it out right now, not with everything else that's going on."
I nodded, understanding her hesitation. "You're right," I agreed. "We've got a lot on our plates already. Adding more... might not be the best idea."
"Yeah, let’s just take things one step at a time," Heather suggested. "No need to define anything. Not yet."
