Winter

Once I arrived home, Thomas, our butler, met me at the door and took my bags; he leaned in and told me Dontae was back. I shot him a look. He gave me a weak smile, and I sighed. "He stepped out a while ago but assured me he'd be back tonight." I stayed silent. I just went to my room. Ever since Dontae's infidelity... and photos of his huge dick had been dragged across all of social media, I haven't had sex with him.

So, I didn't see the point in sleeping in the same room with him. Besides, he's never here anyway. I like my own room, free of snoring and betrayal. I ran a bubble bath and slid into it, my body aching from the day's tension. The warmth of the water enveloped me, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to drift into a world where everything was okay.

As I lay there, my mind drifted back to Sage, his studio, and the way he had looked at me. It had been so long since I enjoyed a conversation like that with the opposite sex.

I took a deep breath, the scent of my favorite bath bomb filling the room. It was supposed to be calming, but all it did was make me think of Sage's studio - the faint scent of turpentine and oil paints that had filled the air, the way his beard looked like it had been sculpted by the gods. He looked so good, so confident and in his element. I couldn't help but wonder if he looked like that when he was making love, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he moved above a woman.

I reached for my glass of wine, the cool liquid sliding down my throat as I thought about his deep, soothing voice. It had that ASMR quality, which could melt you if he talked dirty enough. The thought of it made my nipples tighten, and I felt myself growing wetter as I slipped my hand beneath the water.

My fingertips grazed my clit, sending a shiver through me. I wondered what it would be like to hear him whisper sweet nothings, to feel his strong hands on my body, guiding me to the edge of pleasure. I rubbed myself gently, the sensation building as I pictured him above me, his sienna skin glistening with sweat, his beard brushing against my cheek as he whispered my name.

I let out a soft moan, the sound echoing off the tiles. My other hand slid down to my breasts, my thumbs circling my hardened nipples. I closed my eyes, imagining Sage's mouth on them, his tongue flicking and teasing until I couldn't take it anymore.

The warmth of the water and the gentle scent of lavender washed over me as I grew increasingly lost in my fantasy. My hand moved faster, and the sensation built as I thought about Sage's powerful body, broad chest, and muscular arms. What would it feel like to have him inside me, filling me up, making me scream his name? I positioned my foot on the edge of the tub and

with my free hand, I slid two fingers inside, mimicking what I wished his dick was doing to me.

The ache grew more intense as I thought about his skilled hands, the way they had moved with such precision around his camera earlier that day. I imagined them on my body, tracing every curve and line with the same care and attention. The bubbles popped against my skin as I pushed deeper, the sound of my own pleasure echoing in the quiet room.

In my mind, Sage was there with me, his dark eyes filled with lust as he watched me touch myself. His hands were on my thighs, spreading them wider, giving him the perfect view of my wet pussy. I could almost feel his breath on my neck, his teeth grazing my ear as he whispered everything he wanted to do to me.

The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me and leaving me gasping for air. My body convulsed in the water, the bubbles clinging to my skin as I rode the wave of pleasure. I moaned his name, the sound lost in the steam that filled the bathroom.

As the tremors subsided, I opened my eyes, my chest heaving. The bathroom door creaked open, and he stood in the doorway, looking at me with surprise and hunger. He had snuck in while I was lost in my thoughts. "Winter," he said, his voice low and gruff. "I've missed you."

I turned to face him, the towel clutched tightly to my chest. "Missed me?" I repeated, my voice shaking. "You're never here to miss me."

For a moment, I thought he would walk away. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "I want to make this right," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I searched his face, looking for any sign of the man I had once loved so fiercely—the man who had promised me the world only to break my heart in the most public way possible. But all I saw was a shell of the person I knew, a man desperate to hold on to what he lost.

"Winter," he said, reaching out to touch me. I stepped back, the towel slipping slightly. "Don't," I whispered, the first tears of the night sliding down my cheeks. "I can't do this anymore."

With that, I turned; he grabbed me by the waist and cradled me. At that moment, I wanted so badly to be in love with him again; I wanted fire in my belly for Dontae. He carried me to the bed in his strong arms. He took his shirt off, leaned in, and kissed me softly. "Please forgive me, baby." His touch was feather light as his fingers danced up my thigh. He then closed his lips over my nipple.

I felt a slight spark, but it wasn't the same. I was tired of the same old shit. I pushed him back and looked him in the eyes. "I need more than words, Dontae, I need action." He nodded and got down on his knees. He looked up at me with pleading eyes. "I'll do anything." He whispered.

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He took a deep breath and leaned in, his beard tickling my thighs as he buried his face between them. His tongue found my clit, and he began to suck, his apologies coming out in muffled sounds as he worked.

It felt good, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to believe him; I really did. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue swirling around my clit in a way that used to make me come in seconds. But now, it was just a memory. A shadow of the passion we once had. I lay there, letting him do his best to win me back with his mouth.

As he licked and kissed me, I couldn't help but think of Sage. The way he looked at me today, the way he made me feel seen. Contrasting the way Dontae was looking at me now, like he was trying to devour me to erase his guilt. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the sensation of his mouth on me, trying to find that spark again.

He paused for a moment, looking up at me with hope in his eyes. "You like that?" He asked. I nodded, trying to give him some encouragement. He took that as a sign to go harder, his tongue pressing down firmly on my clit as he sucked. I gripped the bed sheets, my nails digging into the fabric.

I felt myself getting wetter, but it was more out of habit than desire. Dontae's apologies became more fervent, his mouth moving faster as he tried to coax an orgasm out of me. But my mind was elsewhere, stuck on the images of Sage's sculptures, the way his hands had moved as he talked about art.

And then, as if reading my thoughts, Dontae stopped. He got to his feet and went over to my dresser. I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing before he was back, a scarf in his hand. He stepped closer to me, his eyes searching mine. "Trust me," he said, his voice gruff with need. "Let me make you come,"

Without waiting for an answer, he tied the scarf around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The sudden lack of visual stimulation was jarring, but I felt a strange sense of relief. With my eyes covered, I couldn't see the man who had hurt me, only feel the touch of someone who knew my body intimately.

Smooth R&B music filled the room, wrapping around us like a warm blanket. He leaned in and whispered. "Do you want me to make you come, baby?" I nodded. Dontae climbed onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress beneath me. He kissed my inner thighs softly, moving back up to my pussy. This time, his tongue was more insistent, his tongue dragging on my skin in a way that had me gasping. His hands roamed my body, relearning every curve and dip, every sensitive spot that he had once known so well.

With my eyes covered, I had no choice but to focus on the sensations. His touch was familiar, yet different. The way his thumb traced my clit, the pressure of his teeth as he sucked on my labia. I felt myself growing wetter, my body responding despite my reservations. He had always made me feel like the most important person in the world when he wanted to. And right now, he wanted to.

The scarf around my eyes was a silent reminder of the distance that had grown between us. But as his mouth worked its magic, I let go, giving in to the sensation of being desired again. My breathing grew shallower, my moans louder as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. The music swelled around us, the bass thumping in time with my pulse. He got off the bed again. Seconds later. "Open your mouth," Dontea said gently. I obliged, I was expecting his dick, honestly. But instead, it was a Hershey kiss. I smiled as I chewed, and his gentle fingers tugged at my clit, "That's my girl." he said softly. He kissed me and moaned softly into my mouth, "I missed you, my love." My hips gently rocked against his fingers. "There you go, baby, you'll come so good for me." He said seductively.

As the orgasm built, Dontae's name slipped from my lips, a desperate plea for the love I had once felt for him to return. And for a brief, shining moment, it did. He settled in between my legs again and suctioned my clit softly. "I'm so sorry, baby" his lips pulled on my clit. "Winter please forgive me." He flipped me over on my stomach. Without even thinking, I got to my knee's spreading them wide. My face and chest were flat against the velvet sheets. "beautiful," He whispered.

He smacked one ass cheek, then the other. I moaned. Softly massaging my tight hole with his thumb, his long ass tongue flicking my clit at a steady pace, he ate my pussy from the back. He firmly gripped my hip, with his free hand jiggling my ass and moaning. "Fuck!" I gasped, my body arching into his touch. His tongue alternated from my clit to my asshole relentlessly. Sloppily licking and sucking. "Give it to me, baby." He whispered. No sooner than those words left his mouth, my climax hit me like a tsunami. My delicious nectar spritzed out of me fiercely. He moaned and lapped.. and slurped it like he hadn't drunk anything in weeks."Shit!" I shrilled.

"Fuck me." I said through a guttural moan . "okay, my love." he said gently.

Dontae flipped me over on my back and removed my blindfold. He looked at me with hope and need as if my words had given him a second chance at life. His eyes searched mine for any hint of doubt, but all he found was a hunger that matched his own. He undressed slowly, rolling his hips to the music in a way that was both sensual and a little goofy. Despite the moment's seriousness, I couldn't help but giggle. He always knew how to make me laugh, and seeing it now reminded me of the man I had fallen in love with. He tried so hard to be suave, but his awkward movements made him more endearing.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. His dick was hard as it slid against my wetness, the friction sending shivers down my spine. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had started to fall. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes searching mine. "I'll never hurt you again."

I nodded, my heart racing. I wanted to believe him; I really did. As he pushed inside me, I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. It had been so long since we had been intimate, and the sensation was overwhelming. His strokes were slow and gentle as if he was afraid to break me. The music played on, the rhythm setting the pace for our lovemaking. "You may be mad at me still, but this pussy talking a different language." He said. "So fuckin' wet."

But as we moved together, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. It was like two people were playing a role, going through the motions without feeling it. And as much as I tried to focus on the pleasure, my mind kept drifting back to Sage's studio, to the way he had looked at me with such passion and intensity.

Dontae kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine. His hands roamed my body, trying to reconnect with me on every level. But every touch, every kiss felt like a lie. Like we were just pretending that everything was okay, that the scandal and his cheating had never happened. He positioned my legs tight around his waist. "Squeeze me, baby," he said desperately. He needed that from me to feel my desire for him.

Despite my heart's protests, I did my best to give him what he wanted, my body responding to his touch. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, punctuating the heavy silence between us. We were two people trying to find their way back to each other in the dark, fumbling for a connection that had been all but lost.

"You ready to come again?" He started rolling his thrusts, the head of his dick massaged my g-spot with every stroke. "Yes," I moaned, my voice strained, trying to hold onto the last shreds of my dignity. But as good as it felt, my thoughts were a million miles away.

As Dontae's strokes grew more fervent, I found myself picturing Sage's studio again—the smell of paint and turpentine, the way the light danced off the sculptures. And in the center of it all, Sage, his muscular arms flexing as he worked on his latest masterpiece. His beard, trimmed to perfection, framed his strong jawline. His eyes, so dark and intense, watched me as if he could see every secret I had ever kept.

The orgasm hit me like a truck, my body convulsing around Dontae's dick. My cum contractions milking him. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast now, my love; I'm about to nut."

He grunted, his hips slamming into mine. "Come," I said with a strained voice. His eyes bored into mine. "Oh gah, Winter." With a guttural groan, he came, filling me with his warmth. His hips shuddered, and he tried to stifle his whimpers as his hips involuntarily jerked. He collapsed onto me, his heavy breaths against my neck; I felt a mix of relief and sadness. The act was over, but the emptiness remained.

We lay there, entangled in the silence, the music now a distant echo in the background. Dontae kissed me softly, his arms tight around me as if afraid I would slip away. I must have slipped into a cum come. When I woke up, the sun was peeking. He still had me in his arms. He was awake already, just watching me sleep. "Creepy much?" I said, my voice thick with sleep. he smiled lazily. "You had a bad dream, love; you were crying." He kissed my forehead so softly. "Did I say anything?" I asked with furrowed brows. "You called out for your brother, baby Lamont."

The words hit me like a sledgehammer. I couldn't stop the sob that bubbled up from my chest. I missed him so much.

Dontae knows all too well how I've struggled with the death of my brother, my twin Lamont. His life was taken right in front of me when we were 15 years old. Dontae held me as I cried.

"I know, baby," he said soothingly, stroking my hair. But he's always with you, in your heart." "I know." He got up, came to my side of the bed, and got me to my feet.

He led me to the shower, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the bedroom. He turned on the water, and the shower head sounded like a whisper in the early morning quiet. He stepped in first, holding his hand out to help me in. The water cascaded down his muscular back as he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me.

With his body shielding me from the spray, Dontae held me tight, his warmth seeping into my bones. The steam filled the room, swirling around us like a protective cocoon. He kissed the top of my head, his beard scratching my forehead gently. "Let's wash away the sadness together," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rush of the water.

The warmth of his embrace was comforting, but it couldn't erase the ache in my heart. We stood there, letting the water wash over us, our bodies entwined. I knew he was hoping that the intimacy would bridge the gap between us, but all I could think about was the void that had opened up inside me.

As we stood there, I realized that the love I had for him was no longer enough. I needed more than just his touch, more than his apologies. I needed someone who truly saw me and didn't just use me as a band-aid for his guilt. I can't stay in this relationship.