“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 ayes-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.
