Daniel moved towards her, his body trembling with a mix of desire and disbelief. The sight of her, naked and pressed against the window, her ass lifted and inviting, was almost too much to bear. He reached out, his hands finding the soft curves of her hips, pulling her closer. His hard cock, hot and throbbing, nudged against her slick pussy, ready for action.
He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The sensation was incredible, a tight, warm embrace that made him gasp. He felt her stretch around him, a snug fit that promised pure pleasure. Cassandra let out a soft, drawn-out moan, a sound like a gentle sigh that sent shivers down his spine and urged him deeper. "Mmm, yes, darling," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.
His eyes were locked on her reflection in the glass, watching as his thick cock slowly disappeared inside her. Her breasts were flattened against the cool pane, the dark circles of her nipples standing out against the pale skin. Her hands were pressed flat on the glass above her head, her fingers spread wide, gripping the smooth surface as he continued to enter her.
Just as he thought he was fully inside, his cock slipped out. He groaned, a sound of frustration and longing. Cassandra shifted, a soft chuckle rumbling in her throat. Without a word, she reached back, her hand finding his rock-hard dick. He watched as she brought it to her mouth, her tongue darting out to coat the tip with her spit. It was a simple, intimate gesture that sent a fresh wave of heat through him.
"There," she whispered, her voice husky. "Now, try again."
He pushed in once more, and this time, slick with her saliva, he slid in smoothly, deeply, until he was fully buried inside her. Cassandra let out another soft, breathy moan, her body arching slightly against the glass. "Ohh, that's good," she murmured, her pussy clenching around him, a warm, tight grip that made him groan with pleasure. "Ah, Daniel."
He began to move, slowly at first, a gentle back and forth motion that made her moan softly. "Hmm, yes," she sighed, a low, contented sound. His gaze flickered from Cassandra's reflection in the glass to the house next door. The light in Ella's window was still on, and he could clearly see her silhouette. She was leaning against the window frame, her head tilted, completely absorbed in the scene unfolding before her. It was unsettling, the thought of someone watching them like this, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to stop. He pushed the thought away, focusing on Cassandra, on the incredible feeling of being inside her.
Cassandra's hands remained on the glass, her fingers still spread, as if anchoring herself to the moment, to the cool reality outside their bubble of pleasure. Each thrust brought a fresh, soft moan from her, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through him. "Oh, yes," she breathed. He moved deeper, faster, feeling the rhythm take over. The glass fogged slightly around her breasts with the heat of her body, and he could see the faint outline of his own chest pressed against her back in the reflection.
"Hold my hair, darling," she whispered, her voice breathless, her head tilting back slightly against the glass.
He reached up, his fingers tangling in the long, dark strands, gripping gently. The sensation of her hair against his skin, the feel of her body moving against his, the gentle friction of her pussy wrapping around his cock with every thrust, was intoxicating. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the pleasure wash over him, letting himself get lost in the feeling.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Cassandra met him stride for stride, her ass rocking back against him, her moans growing louder, though still soft enough not to carry beyond the glass. "Ohh, Daniel," she whimpered, a new note of urgency in her voice. The thought of Ella watching them, of the sheer audacity of the act, added a strange thrill to the experience. It was reckless, defiant, and utterly captivating.
Their bodies moved together, a primal dance in the moonlight. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the soft slap of skin against skin, and the occasional deep moan from both of them. He felt the intense build-up inside him, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter. "Ahhh," he groaned, pushing deeper. He could feel Cassandra trembling beneath him, her moans quickening. "Yes, yes!" she gasped. This was it. This was the release he craved, the oblivion he'd been searching for.
He pushed one last, deep thrust, his body arching into hers. A long, drawn-out groan escaped him as he felt his release, a wave of intense pleasure that washed over him, making his vision swim. "Ohhh, God!" he cried out softly. Cassandra tensed beneath him, her body convulsing with her own climax, a soft, breathless cry escaping her lips as her pussy tightened around him in a final, exquisite squeeze. "Ahhh, Daniel!"
Slowly, the intensity faded. Daniel remained inside her for a long moment, catching his breath, feeling the last tremors of pleasure ripple through his body. He rested his forehead against her back, his arms still around her hips, his fingers still tangled in her hair.
Cassandra stirred, letting out a soft sigh. She began to pull away, slowly, gently, her pussy releasing him with a soft, wet sound. He felt the cool air against his cock as he withdrew, a sense of quiet contentment settling over him.
She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, but there was a serene, almost peaceful look in her eyes. "You haven't slept, darling," she murmured, her voice soft and tender. "You should rest for tonight."
She leaned in, her lips finding his. The kiss was gentle, a lingering touch that promised more, but for now, it was a kiss of comfort and peace.
"Come," she said, taking his hand.
They walked towards the bed, hand in hand, leaving the fogged window and the watching silhouette behind. They climbed into the crisp white sheets, and Cassandra curled against him, her head resting on his chest, her arm draped over his waist. Daniel wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, burying his face in her soft hair. Her scent, a mix of lavender and something uniquely her, filled his senses.
"Good night, Daniel," she whispered, her voice already heavy with sleep.
"Good night, Cassandra," he replied, his own voice thick with exhaustion. He closed his eyes, and for the first time in months, he felt truly, completely at peace. The memories of Sarah and Richard were gone, replaced by the soft weight of Cassandra in his arms. He slept.