Winter

Lift up," he murmured, his eyes burning into mine as he reached under my butt to slide my panties off. I complied, a giggle escaping my lips as he pocketed them with a smug smile. "Mine," he whispered, his gaze never leaving mine as he claimed ownership of my body with those simple words.

My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over my inner thighs. He kissed me there, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. His lips moved slowly, tracing the sensitive skin with the tender pressure of his kisses. I felt a gush of wetness between my legs, my body betraying my tumultuous emotions.

"You smell like almonds, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. I couldn't help but moan as his gentle fingers spread my folds open, exposing my throbbing clit to the cool air of the room. He blew on it, a soft, teasing breath that sent shivers up my spine. I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white with the effort of staying still.

Sage's eyes never left mine as he leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just above my most sensitive spot. He took a deep breath, inhaling my arousal like it was a fine wine. His gaze was a silent question, a plea for permission. With a trembling nod, I gave it to him.

His mouth closed over my clit, his tongue swirling and teasing, tasting me and moaning into my flesh. The feeling was indescribable, a heady mix of pleasure and pain that had me crying out his name. His fingers teased my entrance of my center and my tight hole. The sensation was incredible.

Sage's middle finger slid into me with ease, the wetness of my arousal coating him. My eyes widened, and a sharp gasp escaped my lips as he reached a spot inside me that sent waves of pleasure through my body. "There it is," he purred, his voice a dark, seductive whisper that seemed to resonate in my very core. His thumb found my clit, applying gentle but firm pressure, and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within me.

He began to massage my g-spot with a rhythm that was both torturous and exquisite. His tongue played with my clit, flicking and sucking with a masterful skill that had me teetering on the edge. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to crescendo with every stroke. My legs trembled, and my body arched, desperate for more of his touch. "It feels so good, Sage," I whined.

"You taste good, baby," he murmured, his voice muffled by my flesh. His words sent a new wave of heat through me, making me aware of his power over my body. He kissed my clit again and again. His lips smacking against my skin echoing in the quiet room. His tongue swirled around it, teasing and taunting until I was sure I couldn't take it anymore. "I want you to come for me," he whispered the words, a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine.

I moaned his name, my voice a desperate plea for release. He responded by sliding a second finger inside me, stretching me wider, filling me more completely. His thumb continued to rub my clit in slow, deliberate circles as he fucked me with his fingers. The tension inside me grew, coiling tighter and tighter with every passing second. I could feel the orgasm building, a storm gathering in my belly, threatening to break free.

Suddenly, he stopped. and grinned. Licking his lips. he stood there stroking his dick. "You're pussy is so pretty, Winter." Show me how you touch her when you think of me," He said, his voice thick with desire.

I looked at his dick and felt myself getting wetter. I sat up on one elbow to watch my fingers. I reached down and began to touch myself, mimicking the way he had touched me. He watched intently, his eyes never leaving my hand as it danced over my clit.

"Just like that," he encouraged, his voice low and gruff. "Imagine it's me, baby. Imagine it's my dick sliding into you."

I closed my eyes and let the image fill my mind. The feel of his hardness, the sound of our bodies. "No, look at me, Winter." His hand began to stroke quicker, "Fuck Sage!." I said with pleading eyes.

His voice was a command, and I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as I touched myself. The sight of him watching me, his own hand wrapped around his shaft, was almost too much to bear. I felt a blush creep up my neck, but the desire was too strong to be embarrassed. My breathing grew ragged as I touched myself, my fingers moving faster and more insistently.

"That's it," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. "Just like that." His hand sped up, matching the rhythm of my own.

"Winter, do you want to come on my dick?" His voice was a low growl, the question sending a fresh wave of heat through my body. "This dick right here," he said, stroking himself harder, his length standing tall and proud between us.

I could feel the orgasm building again, my body responding to the power of his words. My hips began to rock, my hand moving faster against my clit as I imagined his dick sliding into me. "Yes," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to come on you."

Sage stepped closer, positioning himself between my legs. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "Come for me, baby. Show me how much you want it." He lowered his head between my thighs again, and he softly kissed my fingers as I worked them over my clit to bring myself closer to the edge. Then he removed my hand completely. "

With a sudden, animalistic urge, he leaned in and spat on my clit, a surprising and intense sensation. My eyes shot open, and I watched as he took his thick, engorged dick in his hand and began to rub the head against my sensitive flesh. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced—his skin gliding over mine, the head of his length teasing my clit in a way that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.

He tapped my pussy with the tip of his dick, the pressure building with every touch. My legs began to shake, and I could feel the warmth of his precum mixing with my own juices. His eyes were locked on my face, watching the play of emotions—desire, need, and a hint of fear—as I approached climax. "Come for me, Winter," he groaned, his voice strained with his own need.

" Sage! I'm ...I'm," He moved closer to me and inched his dick into me as my body shuddered from my orgasm. He gazed into my eyes.

"Winter, baby," he groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain as he pushed into me. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he gritted his teeth, the muscles in his neck tensing with the effort. "You're so tight."

My walls clamped down around him, still contracting from my orgasm. The sensation of his thickness filling me so completely was almost too much to handle. The force of his thrusts caused another climax. I screamed SAGE!.. Each time he pulled out, I felt an emptiness that was immediately filled with the warmth of his dick. My cum was like a warm geyser, squirting all over him, the sensation so intense that it was almost painful.

Sage's grip on my hips tightened as he began to thrust in earnest, his movements quick and deep. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by our ragged breaths and moans. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was desperate and possessive. His tongue danced with mine, our teeth clashing as we both fought for dominance.

His strokes grew more powerful, the tip of his dick hitting the spot inside me that made me see stars. I felt my orgasm building a 3rd time, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. "Sage," I moaned, my voice a breathless whisper. "Sage, I'm going to come."

I couldn't hold back anymore. With a strangled cry, my body convulsed, my pussy contracting around his dick as I came hard. He watched me with a mix of satisfaction and need, his own climax written on his face.

And then, as the last waves of pleasure washed over me. The sensation was indescribable—his cock filling me so completely, my cum gushing around him as he claimed me once more. His hips moved with a fervor that bordered on desperation, his body shaking with the effort of holding back.

"Come for me, Sage," I murmured, smacking my slippery clit with the pad of my fingers. "Please." My voice was a siren's call, and he was powerless to resist. With a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, he gave in to the storm raging inside him. His dick pulsed and twitched, spilling his hot seed deep within me. "Shiiit Winter." he strained. His hips jerked. Every time I clenched my pussy around him. he was lost, moaning, staring down at our combined desire with a mix of awe and pure carnality.

We remained like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies locked in a passionate embrace, both of us trying to catch our breath. His dick was still embedded inside me, pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax. The sticky warmth of his cum filled me up, making me feel claimed and owned in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He softly kissed me and moaned into my mouth as he pulled out, and I watched as his cum slipped out of me, mixing with my own juices and running down my thighs. He leaned in, kissing me softly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache. "I love you," he whispered against my lips.

The weight of his words was a heavy burden on my shoulders. I knew I could never tell Dontae. He could never find out about this. "I love you too, Sage, I moaned into his lips.

Sage helped me down from the counter, his arms still wrapped around me.

"I need a minute," I whispered, my legs wobbly as I made my way up the stairs to the bathroom. The cool tiles of the floor were a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between my legs. I unhooked my bra and slipped off my thigh highs. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on, the spray hitting my body like a cold slap of reality. I leaned against the marble tiles, letting the water wash away the evidence of our indiscretion.

My hand automatically went to my still-throbbing clit, the slickness there a testament to the pleasure Sage had given me. I felt guilty for enjoying it so much, for betraying Dontae so thoroughly. But as I began to clean myself, the guilt washed away with the water, replaced by a deep sadness. What the fuck, Winter?

Sage

I stood there with her scent all over me. I feel inebriated by it. As I redressed, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The guilt was there but buried beneath a raw, primal need. I wanted her, and I had just had her, but it wasn't enough. Her taste was still on my tongue, and I craved more. I slid my boxers back on, my dick still half-hard, and zipped my pants with a little more force than necessary. I grabbed my phone from the floor; the screen cracked from where it had fallen during our passionate encounter. The sight of it brought a flicker of reality crashing back into the room.

When she descended the stairs, the sound of her tiny footsteps on the hardwood floor was like a countdown to the end of our illicit moment. I found myself at the window, staring out at the Chicago skyline, trying to reconcile the man I was with the man I had just been. She approached me tentatively, her eyes searching mine for answers I wasn't sure I had.

"You didn't leave?" she said, her voice a soft caress that made me want to turn around and take her again. I felt her warmth behind me, the scent of her perfume mingling with the musk of our sex. It was a heady combination that made my head spin.

I took a deep breath, "I couldn't," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." It was a lie, a flimsy excuse to hold onto her for just a little longer. But she took it, her hand reaching out to touch my arm gently. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of desire through me that made me shiver.

We stood there in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant honking of taxis and the muffled throb of the city's heartbeat. Her hand on my arm was a lifeline, anchoring me to a reality that was slipping away with every passing second. I knew I had to leave to let her go back to Dontae. She snaked her arm around my waist.

"I'm glad you stayed," she whispered, her breath warm against my back. I could feel her body pressed against me, her heart beating a frantic rhythm that matched my own. I hugged her tightly, the feel of her curves in my arms like a sweet, recurring dream that I never wanted to wake up from. Her softness and warmth were intoxicating.

Her head rested on my shoulder, and I could feel her breathing slow as she relaxed into my embrace. She felt so right there, so perfect like she was made to fit against me. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. It was a moment of peace amid a raging storm, a brief reprieve from the chaos that our lives had become.

Winter pulled away, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes that had haunted my thoughts for so long. "What now?" she asked, hanging in the air like a storm cloud threatening to drench us with its heaviness. "We keep loving," I said softly. She nodded. Okay."