She touched my cheek. “I love it.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I bent down and was sucking on her nipple again. She had the best breasts. Not just the size, but because when I licked her, she gasped. Her hips moved restlessly, and her fingers clutched my shoulder. She liked it as much as I liked doing it.
Without leaving her breast, I discarded my own towel. I’d laid her horizontally across the bed with her legs dangling off. It was a quick second to set myself between her thighs. But before I could thrust, she abruptly shoved back on my shoulder. It wasn’t enough to make me move, but it did give me pause.
“Condom.” She gasped.
What? Oh right. Oh shit. I’d almost forgotten, and I never forgot that.
I pulled back, a little startled by how hard it was for me to leave her. But I did it, grabbing the next foil packet and ripping it open. A moment later, I was back between her thighs. I meant to warm her up. I mean, we were finally in a bed. This was when I should really make it special. Except she didn’t let me. As soon as I was close, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around me. There is no better feel than having a beautiful woman pull you in tight. Well, maybe nothing better except for when you plunge straight in.
Right. Inside.
She set the pace. Sure I was above her, but I was just moving how her legs directed. In and out, a steady metronome of glory. I had enough control to reach down and play with those fabulous breasts. Both hands lifting and pinching her as I wanted. She writhed beneath me, pleasure in every quick breath. Her eyes were lidded, watching me but also dazed by what she was experiencing. WhatIwas doing toher.
She was getting close. I could hear it in her halting breath and feel it in the way she gripped me. So close and I wasn’t far behind.
I shifted my touch. I reached between us and pulled back on her mound. I’d read this in a book, and thought I had to try it one day. Lift away the clitoral hood and then grind in. Bump and grind. Bump and grind.
It worked. Or maybe we were both so far gone that anything would work. She started crying out with every thrust. And I felt the heat gather as my balls tightened.
Her legs gripped me harder. She arched into my stroke, pressing into me as I ground against her. Again. Again.
Again!
She exploded. I blew right along with her.
Together we rode the detonation. And it lasted a sweet eternity.
When I finally opened my eyes, I had collapsed on top of her. Not completely on top. I’d been polite enough to drop my head beside hers. Her breath heated my ear. Her legs slid slowly down and off my backside. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t have the strength. She didn’t object and in fact, she feathered her fingers across my back in a slow, lazy circle.
I was probably crushing her. Seriously, I was a big guy. But damn, I had no strength. It had all gone into her.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Yeah. Wow.” Apparently that was our post-sex banter.
Guilt made me corral what resources I had. Last thing I wanted to do was crush the breath from her. So I pushed up and off her. I slid out, which was awful, and then forced myself to go clean up. I did it in the bathroom, taking a moment to also finger comb my hair and replace my towel on the rack. It was a stupid thing, but I didn’t want her thinking I was a slob. Plus I needed a second.
We’d just made love twice in less than an hour. And both times had been the best sex of my life. I didn’t know what to make of that. I wasn’t a guy who thought long-term about anything but baseball. But this had been significant enough that even my brain sat up and took notice. This was special. And with that thought came a single, breath-freezing moment of terror.
This was special, but it wasn’t baseball. It was my last night in Florida before my big game in front of four scouts. I couldn’t let anything interfere with that or Coach would bench me. Discipline was everything and, in my case, that meant nothing but baseball. I had all the right stuff, including my youth, but only if I stayed focused. Only if I didn’t let anything else distract me from—
“Do you, um, want to stay the night?”
I jerked my head up. Heidi was standing there, the towel wrapped around her chest again. Part of me wanted to rip that off her body. Jesus, I was already hard and it had been less than five minutes. And wasn’t that a measure of just how insane this whole situation was.
“Rob?”
“Isn’t your roommate coming back?”
She shrugged. “I could ask her not to.”
God, I wanted that. Hours in bed with Heidi? How many times could we make love before morning? How many wonderful fantasies did she have that I could fulfill? My mind was certainly filling with all sorts of graphic images. But none of that came out of my mouth. The words were blocked by my mantra.
Nothing but baseball.
“I…um.” I swallowed. “I’m leaving in the morning. We drove and have to get back.”
