Chapter 15

Charles

I couldn’t tell who was moving ahead faster, Heidi or me. All I knew was I wanted to ram my lips into that sweet, eager smile on her face.

She was one step into the bedroom when I attacked her. Our lips met in a seamless fusing of parts. Damn, did she taste good, like chicken and want and what I was about to do to her.

As her mouth sucked around my tongue skilfully, I realized what she’d wanted all along. All it took was guiding her kissing mouth down, down over my chin and over the ball of my Adam’s apple. She undid my purple shirt buttons as she descended. One button undone, then a sprinkling of kisses. Then again over the newfound uncovered skin until she was at the last button and the line of my pants.

By now, my boner was pressing insistently on my leg. She seemed to know this already. We stumbled into the room so that I was on the bed in a sitting position. Heidi let her fevered gaze roll over me before it settled on her plans for tonight: my rock-hard cock through my pants. When she dipped to her knees, I practically groaned.

Oh yes. Oh bloody yes, it was happening. She undid my pants and pulled them and my briefs off at the same time, as if she couldn’t wait. And then, with one last starving look, she dipped her sweet lips down.

At first, they taunted me. Her cheeks rubbed against my boner as she peppered kisses everywhere but where I wanted them most. Up and around my bristling shaft. Then down into the crease where my legs met my groin.

Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed her hair and moved her head to where it was needed most. She wasted no time. She slurped her mouth all the way down to the base, ramming a joyous sensation deep into me.

My lids fluttered open to fix on her ecstatically, as if they weren’t quite sure this image I’d jerked off to more times than I could count in the past few days was actually happening. Heidi was on her knees, her face dipped, giving me oral adoration. As she swirled her tongue and swooped her mouth up and down, I quickly realized there was something very wrong. Very, very wrong. She was just too good. That slurping, rotating tongue pressing against my frenulum as her hand joined in on the sucking, popping dance was too much. I was going to come any second now. Hastily, I ripped her face away.

“Your turn,” I barked, pulling up her skirt. I kissed off her panties and swooped in my finger to find her deliciously wet. It seemed that sucking me off had served as enough foreplay. She was as wet as a rain forest.

Now it was time to get to the good stuff. Her clit was already swollen when my lips found it. I stroked her inside while my tongue stroked her outside, and she squirmed.

“Charles,” she asked in a strained and harried voice, “what are you doing to me?”

I paused just long enough to let a helpless yelp wring its way out of her throat.

“Making you come.”

I slammed my lips and fingers into the job with vigor. In and out, round and round, slurping and sucking and stroking, moving with the twists of her body. Her shriek came on fast, her orgasm even faster. One second, she was writhing and moaning; the next second, she’d fallen back, her body shaking of its own accord.

And then she put her hand on me to stop.

One look at her indicated that stopping was the last thing I should do.

Yes, what I had to do was pump her harder. I had to use my finger, my tongue, jam her so deeply into the rhythm that she didn’t know what was what.

So, in and out I went. As Heidi’s thighs clutched heatedly at me, her “I’m close” was utterly unnecessary. It was evident in every tremor of her limbs.

When the final orgasm exploded out of her, it shook both of us until she flailed no more.

Afterward, she looked utterly spent, completely done in, as if her release had also expelled the last dregs of her energy with it.

There was just one problem: I had a boner straining to get its own release.

When I arranged Heidi’s slick body on all fours, she didn’t protest. She allowed herself to be moved and positioned like a doll. Uncertainty creaked in me, but when I finally clambered over her and shoved my dick in, there was no uncertainty in her response.

One loud, gratified moan ripped through her body, shaking it with force. My next thrust shook her even more. Every second of it. Every bit. I pierced into her depths so deeply that her pelvis flopped down. I shoved it back up.

I had a pussy to fuck. And fuck it, I did. Shallow and fast. Deep and slow. Each new insertion was like a new act of God. Each new joining sent both of us shaking with it. In and out. Round and round. For every one of my cock’s merciless thrusts, Heidi’s juicy pussy met me. Oh yes, this was exactly what I needed, this with Heidi Fucking Sommers.

When another breathless cry seeped out of her lips and I realized she was coming again, my dick swelled with an almost painful premonition of its own release.

Yes. It was time. It was bloody time. So, I jammed her with it. My erection strained to get what it so desperately needed.

When I finally poured myself into her, she was practically weeping with ecstasy. We coiled together and then drew apart, our bodies replaying the glory we had just experienced.

Heidi was the first to get up.

“Let me guess,” she said with a wry smile. “We leave in separate cars?”

I shook my head.

“I was thinking more of a dogsled to take you back this time,” I quipped.

Her tingle of laughter was music to my ears.

“Well, I’ll be getting ready for your dogsled then.”

Everything felt like a strange sort of déjà vu as I watched her get dressed while putting on my own clothes. It continued as I walked her to the front door. My body was tense with the sense that this had happened before and yet would happen again, just as it was happening now. Past, present, and future fused together into one moment.

We shared a good-bye kiss that tasted more or less like the others, except this one left me almost painfully hungry for more.

After she left, I kept staring at the cherrywood front doors, as if their lustrous shine could tell me something about what had just happened here. In the gleam on the inlay, it seemed there was something that knew something I didn’t, that was as important as it got and yet was hidden.