WINTERING

Chapter 15: Love It If We Made It

DUNCAN'S POV: It was a cool summer evening, and the stars were twinkling in the sky. The air was thick with passion and lust as my partner, Harper, and I lay on the bed, lost in each other's eyes. As our bodies tangled and our hands explored, I could tell that Harper was completely under my spell. I held her tight and caressed her skin, feeling her shiver with pleasure. Her breaths became heavy, and her soft moans filled the room, making me want her even more. I could sense that she was close to climaxing, and I wanted to make this moment unforgettable for her. In that instant, I took control and moved my hands to her hips, guiding her movements. My hands explored every curve of her body, and as I moved in sync with her, our bodies became one. I could feel her walls tightening around my cock as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

As she trembled beneath me, I whispered in her ear, "Is this what you've needed, baby?" Her eyes widened with pleasure and satisfaction as she nodded. But I was not finished yet. I wanted to give her more, to make her feel like she was living her wildest fantasy. I shifted my weight and pulled her legs up towards my chest, entering her deeper and harder. Her moans grew louder and her body began to shake. She was in a state of pure ecstasy, and I was determined to be the reason for it.

In that moment, I knew that I was fulfilling her deepest desire. I was giving her the pleasure she craved, and it was an indescribable feeling. All I wanted was to be the one who made her dreams come true and turned her fantasies into a reality. As we reached the peak of our pleasure together, our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and we collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and fulfilled. Harper's eyes were filled with adoration and gratitude as she looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel like I had just become her ultimate fantasy.

Being able to give my partner that kind of satisfaction and pleasure is something that I will always cherish. It was a moment when I felt like I was the only person in the world who could make her feel that way, and it gave me an immense sense of satisfaction and pride. That night, Harper and I shared a bond that was unbreakable. We had created a memory that we would both treasure forever. And for me, that will always be one of my most precious and fulfilling moments, knowing that I had become her realiest fantasy.

HARPER'S POV: Some moments in life stay etched in our memories forever. They are not always grand or significant, but they hold a special place in our hearts. One such vivid memory for me is the day, Duncan, came home after a long day of sexting with me. It was a day that started as any other, but little did we know that it would turn into a steamy and passionate evening. It all began in the morning when Duncan left for his required kill, leaving me with a lingering kiss and a promise to return soon. We had mastered the art of sexting, and our conversations were always filled with passion and desire.

Pretty much edging ourselves during the day; our messages became more explicit and intense, heightening our anticipation for when we would finally see each other. Then evening approached, the texts became more frequent, and we both could feel the desire building up within us. Duncan arrived at our home. As soon as the door opened, our eyes met, and the intensity between us was palpable. Without saying a word, we embraced each other, and our bodies responded to the insatiable desire we had been holding back all day.

He entered the living room, and Duncan sat down on the couch. He unzipped his pants, and I could already see his hardening cock, ready to devour me. He rested his arms on the top of the couch, begging me to straddle him. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew that he was as eager as I was. Without a word, I positioned myself on top of him, and our eyes locked. We didn't speak; there was no need for words. The bodies did all the talking. I slowly lowered myself onto him, and the second our bodies connected, I closed my eyes.

The tension and anticipation built up from the sexting melted away as Duncan slid into me. I leaned into his shoulder, and my breath hitched as we synchronized. Our bodies were in tune, and it felt like we were made for each other. As we indulged in our passionate lovemaking, our bodies became spent, and we lay in each other's embrace, basking in the afterglow of our love. Looking back on that day, I realize that it wasn't just about the sexting or the physical intimacy. It was the emotional connection we shared, the trust, and the vulnerability we had shown to each other that made it truly special.