Whisper Destiny

Bonus 🔞

"Oh god!" She cried, her voice trembling with urgency. "Oh god, baby, don't stop—it's so good..."

Hearing her call me baby in moments like this sent a shiver through me, a high I could never resist.

"Deeper," she begged, her voice cracking. "Yes...yes, just like that."

My hips moved in response, my rhythm unsteady as her legs tightened around me. The heat between us grew, every sound, every touch amplifying the tension.

"God," I murmured, unable to keep the awe from my voice. "Love, you're so unbelievably sexy like this..."

Her body arched beneath me, taut like a drawn bow, her cries filling the room. "Please, baby, don't stop! You make me feel so good..."

I thrust faster, feeling my orgasm rushing unstoppably toward me with her plea. My hips went into overdrive, my eyes staring down at her blue stare, drunk on her pleasure and her beauty, her taste still on my lips, filling my brain.

The bed rocked beneath us. Her thighs grazed my hips, silk-soft and burning with warmth. One hand clutched the headboard, the other twisted the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.

I could feel her starting to shake, the telltale tremors of her body betraying how close she was. Sensing her peak approaching, I quickened my pace, but then I noticed her eyes squeezing shut, her face contorted as if fighting to hold onto the moment a little longer.

"Open your eyes," I murmured, my voice low but firm. "Look at me, love. I want to see you when I make you come."

She didn't respond, too lost in the sensations overwhelming her. Her head tossed against the pillows, her focus elsewhere.

So I stopped. Completely.

"Baby, no... no... please...keep going," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I'm so close—don't stop. Please, fuck me. Please..."

Her hips lifted instinctively, desperate to recreate the rhythm I'd taken from her. She moved against me, trying to reclaim the pleasure only I could give her, but I held still, determined.

My voice was steady, edged with resolve. "Open your eyes, love. Look at me. I want to see you when you come," I repeated.

This time, her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine—blue and glassy, filled with need. That was all I needed. Satisfied, I started moving again, slower now, but each thrust was deliberate, deep, and precise, sending shockwaves through us both.

"God..." she whimpered, her voice trembling, her eyes desperately holding onto mine despite the overwhelming sensations written all over her face.

Her breathing hitched, her body tensing. A low growl escaped her throat as her hands clung to my back, her nails biting into my skin. Her legs locked around me like a vice as her muscles began to tighten, every motion pulling us closer together. The bed protested beneath us, the frantic squeaking blending with the wet, slick sounds of the toy moving between us, an intoxicating symphony.

We moaned again and again, as if in harmony, answering each other's ecstasy— until Catherine's body suddenly arched higher, every curve tightening as she went rigid, her breath catching in her throat. Her soft breasts brushed against mine, sending shivers cascading through me.

It was all I could take for me to come undone after her.

"Fuck! Catherine...." I screamed her name, lunging against her to maximize the contact, and going into spasms that seemed to fire every nerve in my body and ever neuron in my brain, my body jerking and thrashing, my skin lit up with the heat of her under me.