Chapter Fourteen
Rob
I didn’t expect Heidi to be impressed by my grandfather’s Indian Scout motorcycle, but it didn’t matter. She listened as I pulled off the cover of the vintage machine. She let me ramble on about when my grandfather had bought it over my grandmother’s objection, and how he’d paid for my motorcycle lessons when I was in high school. She laughed when I told her how he chewed me out for being reckless as a teen, and she smiled when I offered her the extra helmet.
It was the smile that slayed me.
I’d been trying to be good all evening. Even though I’d had a boner from the moment I’d seen her walking along the street, I’d kept myself away from her. No intimate touching. No kissing. Except for by the fire pit, of course. I wanted us to talk, and we’d managed that fairly well. But right now, she was smiling at me after listening to my stories about my grandfather. And she was about to wrap her arms around me and press her face to my back as we roared through Broken Bow. She was going to touch me, and I was going to think of nothing but being with her again. About her heat and her wetness, and how nothing felt better than when I was thrusting inside her.
And that really threw me. Sure I’d obsessed about her after spring break. And I must have set a record for the number of times I’d jerked off to my fantasies about her. But this was something different. Something deeper. This was at the level of baseball and that shook the very foundation of my world. Nothing and no one had touched me as deep as baseball, and yet suddenly there was Heidi. What if I had to choose between her and baseball? I didn’t know which I’d pick.
“Heidi,” I groaned, just because I needed to say her name aloud. We were in the garage, but it was a huge space complete with a pull-out couch and an entire wall of my baseball trophies. Mom hadn’t added them to the Wall of Accomplishments in the house, but she’d let me keep them here where I’d spent hours lifting weights, bullshitting with my friends, or tinkering with my grandfather’s motorcycle.
And now I wanted nothing more than to lay Heidi down on the couch while I reacquainted myself with every luscious inch of her.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmured, her gaze roving over my face.
“Like what?” I asked as I used my free hand to tug her closer to me.
“Like you did in Florida. Like I’m the most amazing woman in the world.”
I grinned. “You are.”
“It’s just flattery.”
I stroked her cheek and let my thumb roll over the plump curve of her lips. “Do you know what baseball babes are like?”
She arched a brow. “Big boobs, worshiping smiles, hanging on your every word?”
“You’re smart, and I love that. You challenge me and make me think. Whenever I see you, I want you so bad, I can’t breathe.”
Her mouth opened, but she didn’t speak. She just stared at me as if I’d said something she couldn’t understand. Which was bullshit. How could she not know that she was incredible? So I kissed her. I pulled her tight against me and I dove into her. I stroked her mouth, I let my hands drop to the full curve of her bottom, and I let my dick thrust against her.
So good. She felt so good especially when her hands curled over my shoulders, and she pulled herself higher against my body. I felt the roll of her hips and the tight points of her breasts. I curled my hands beneath her bottom and helped her lift up against me. We were still kissing. I was thrusting my tongue into her mouth like a madman. And the need to be inside her everywhere, everyhow pounded in my body, especially when she wrapped her legs around my hips.
My groin was pushing against her and our jeans were a maddening barrier, but I couldn’t stop kissing her long enough to fix it. And then she broke away.
“Just for now.” She gasped. “Right here. There are no cameras, no recording. Nothing.”
“Please say yes,” I begged.
“God, yes.”
I pivoted and carried her to the couch. It had a couple heavy blankets over it, and I stripped them away with one hand. Underneath were overstuffed corduroy cushions that sank as I set her down. She kept her legs and arms wrapped around me, so I came with her, half falling on top.
“We don’t tell anyone about this,” she said.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I said as I started making my way down her shirt, unbuttoning the soft cotton as I went. It had tiny flowers stitched along the neckline, and I rolled my fingers across the texture while I licked the skin I revealed as I went.
By contrast, her bra was smooth and silky and—thank God—she still wore the kind with a front clasp. I popped it easily, and then her breasts were there as my feast. I licked them eagerly, loving the way she moved when I sucked on her nipples. She arched against me and her legs squeezed my hips. When I nipped she would gasp and then as I soothed it with my tongue, she would groan in surrender.
Never had a woman so clearly told me what she wanted. Just her sounds alone were a great guide, but then she pulled at my tee, nearly ripping it. I straightened enough to yank it off, but as I did, my dick pushed hard and hot into her groin and we both moaned. I knew at that moment that I’d hit the point of no return. I needed to be in her right then, and by the looks of her flushed skin and wet lips, she wanted it as much as I did.
“I’m not stopping,” I warned her. “I can’t.” Then I took a breath and tried to steady myself. “I have condoms.”
“Good.”
Just to make sure, I looked down at her. “Is that a yes-good?”
She grinned as she unbuttoned my jeans. Her fingers were quick and decisive, and I stopped questioning. I pulled the condom out of my pocket just as she unzipped my jeans. Oh God, the release from the denim was heavenly.
I maneuvered off her and stripped out of my jeans. She straightened as well, and I lost focus as I watched her discard her top and wriggle out of her jeans. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts where they bounced so beautiful in front of me. Then the narrow waist and the glorious sight of her groin. My mouth watered and my hands clenched.
Then she turned and looked at me. My jeans were down at my ankles, fouled by my boots. I had the condom packet half ripped in my hands, and all I could do was stare at her. She was so beautiful. Flushed yellow-gold skin, tight nipples in soft round breasts, and that ginger-spice scent flooded my brain with her name. Heidi. Glorious Heidi.
She smiled at me as she took the condom from my hand. She finished what I couldn’t manage, pulling out the latex and then kneeling down before me to roll it on. It was cold but not for long. And the feel of her hands on me had my eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Then she pushed me back so I was sitting on the couch with my dick sticking straight up. She set her hands on my shoulders and her knees went to either side of my hips. And then she leaned in to kiss me. She stroked her tongue over my lips and, when my hands went to pull her down hard onto my dick, she started talking.
“You asked me how many guys I have been with.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You asked about my other lovers. Since you.”
“Don’t care.” I didn’t want to know about any other guys, but she kept talking. And as she did, she slowly lowered herself onto me. Inch by inch while I tried to hold back my explosion.
“I was trying to get over you. And I wanted it to be as good as with you. So I read about Tantrism, then tried it out.”
My hips lurched, but she lifted with them. She wasn’t going to let me control this. It was all up to her.
“A dozen books on Tantra and four guys,” she said. “Guess what I found out?”
“What?” The word was a gasp. I could barely breathe because of what she was doing. I was only half inside her, but she kept squeezing my tip. And as she squeezed, it was like she pushed me out only to slide back down the minute she released. Squeeze, then slide. A little bit deeper each time.
“You were the best. Always. Nothing ever came close.”
She slid down me again and this time it was almost all the way. I needed to touch her. I need to get her paced with me: a hair’s breadth from coming. But when I reached for her, she batted my hand aside.
“Can you hold it?” she asked as she leaned forward and began kissing along my jaw. My cheek. My ear. “Can you keep from coming?”
“No.”
“Bet you can.”
Then she squeezed me again and the pulse in my body was like a flash fire. It burst through my brain and my hips jerked, but she moved with me and I didn’t get where I wanted to go.
“Heidi,” I groaned.
“Hold it back,” she said. And then she explained. “This is Tantra. This is linking with me until we’re both ready to touch heaven.”
She was all the way down now and I was fully embedded. But when I wanted to thrust up against her, she moved with me, refusing to give me the friction my body demanded. And then she leaned close so that we were nose to nose.
“Breathe with me,” she whispered.
I did. I felt her breath against my lips, her nose inches from mine. I inhaled when she exhaled, drawing her breath into my body, and she did the reverse. It was like we were tuning into each other, breathing each other in. I felt the pulse in her body or maybe she felt mine. Her hands gripped my shoulders and mine tightened on her hips. We were completely in sync and again my world shifted. Like a puzzle piece finally fitting into its mate. We locked together in that moment, and it blew my mind.
She must have felt it, too. Her eyes widened as she gazed into mine and her breath hitched at the exact same moment mine did.
“Rob,” she whispered.
“Heidi,” I echoed.
Like two souls finally greeting each other. And we remained poised just like that in an eternity of recognition.
But it couldn’t last. The pleasure was too much. Every time we breathed together, my body pulsed inside her. As much as I fought it, I needed to move inside her. And if I couldn’t thrust, then I needed something else.
“Let me touch you. Give me your breasts.”
They were right in front of me, half hidden by her hair. At my words, she arched her head back and her hair slipped away like a curtain revealing prefect breasts, perfect nipples. I leaned forward to take one in my mouth. My hands trailed up from her hips until I was cupping both of her breasts, shaping them how I wanted as I sucked with abandon.
Except not with abandon because she touched my face and whispered, “Breathe with me.”
I knew what she meant. So every time she inhaled, I pulled her nipple inside. I tugged and stroked it with my tongue while her breath set the tempo. And soon, she was tugging at me, too, squeezing below to the pace we set together.
I focused on her body. On her breasts and her moans of pleasure. On adding a nip at her nipple at the end of each inhale. She mimicked in kind, squeezing me so tight that I nearly lost the rhythm. That’s okay because we were both unraveling. She started writhing in a way that I lost hold of her nipple, both our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. So next time she squeezed, I slipped my thumb between her folds. My hands were unsteady, but she didn’t need much. As we inhaled, I thrust my thumb up over her clit and she screamed.
Her entire body went rigid and then squeezed down on me so hard that I lost it. I shot off like a rocket. My free hand grabbed her hips and I thrust into her tight passage while she milked me. I kept going, spilling everything into her while she danced on top of me. The two of us were moving and gasping while pleasure rolled from her into me and back to her. Like our breath back and forth, still synced, and beyond incredible.
Mind. Blown.
And when it was done, we collapsed together gasping.
Never in my life had it been like that. The ebb and flow of pleasure between us. Sure the other times had been great, but this was an order of magnitude better. It took me a full five minutes before I had the capacity to speak.
“How’d you do that?” I asked.
She released a contented smile against my neck. “Told you. It’s not me, it’s you. It’s only like that with you.”
“Maybe it’s us.” Then I brushed her hair away from her cheek and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I definitely think it’s us.”