I didn’t know what I was saying exactly. A bunch of unintelligent gibberish coming out in a rush, like, “Don’t stop… God… Heath… Yes, like that…I can’t believe… So good.” I was sure I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on.
I was lost in this world he’d built around us. I never wanted to leave this damn bed.
“Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
He didn’t bloody stop.
I’d never had that happen to me.
I expected him to pull away and ask to be returned the favour.
He didn’t.
“Oh, my God.”
The second he slid his finger inside of me, the orgasm built in record time. One stroke. Two strokes. Three strokes. Four… and I was gone, crying out into the air, drawling out his name as I went. I shook from its intensity and he drowned out my cries with that beautiful mouth of his.
“Shit, Allison,” he said in bewilderment. “Shit, you’re killing me.”
I came down from the high, but my want for him was just as strong, if not more. I kissed him again, thanking him silently for the most wonderful orgasm I’d ever had. He pulled back and looked down at me, those hungry eyes darkened with every second that passed.
“Do you…” he paused and looked about my face, “do you want more, Allison?”
Allison.
He’d said my full name in one night more times than I’d ever been called it my whole life.
He was destroying me, this guy.
“Yes,” I said straightaway. There was no hesitation. If he detected the slightest hint this entire moment would collapse all around us.
I wasn’t sure what thoughts lurked inside of him, but the look he was giving me made my heart erupt. It was so warm. So good. Nothing at all like the lusty filled gaze he’d given Tru.
He kissed me softly. “Okay,” he whispered.
Then everything happened at once.
He took my clothes off speedily, surprising me by how unsmooth he was. He tugged my shirt over my head, taking some painful strands of my long hair in the process, then pulled down my shorts and underwear, removing them completely out of one leg but leaving the other leg on like he had no time to spare. The Heath I knew was good at everything he did. He was calm and collected. He was charming and smooth. This one in front of me now was all over the place. One second kissing my lips, the next down my neck and to my breasts, tearing apart my bra like there was a countdown I didn’t know about. I was hot to the touch by the time he began removing his own clothes, and it hardly took a few seconds before he was pressed against me again, this time flesh against flesh.
He slowed his movements down entirely when he settled between my legs, licking between my opened lips with his warm tongue.
“I never thought I’d be with you like this,” he said. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”
“If you are, don’t wake up.”
“Believe me, I’m not going to… It’ll take a freight train to knock me out of this.”
I shut my eyes when I felt the hard tip of his erection pushing up and down my folds, and he muttered again how wet I was. How good it felt against the head of his cock. It was like he was teasing me with his length, skimming over my entrance and making me feel emptier than ever.
“Heath,” I whimpered. “Please…”
His breaths quickened from my words. He stilled at my entrance and slowly pushed into me, filling me inch after inch with all of him. I gasped at the fullness, at my body stretching for him. He tensed as he pulled out, letting out a sharp hiss.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You’re tight, Allie. Fuck, you feel good.”
He moved in and out a few times in a painfully slow pace, savouring the feel of it. He cursed as he went, boxing me in with his arms as he tried to keep himself from going faster.
“It’s been a long time for me,” he muttered after a kiss. “I don’t know how long I can keep holding back.”
I shook my head against his mouth. “Don’t hold back at all.”
He moved harder into me and we groaned in unison. God, it felt good. I gripped him tighter as he picked up the pace, stretching me with every sharp, fast thrust. He sent kisses down my neck, licking the hollow of my throat before taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard again, making my blood rush straight to my breasts. All the while he continued to violently move into me.
“Please…” I was lost in my pleasure, waiting for the explosion to come and sweep me away. I was desperate for him to give me it.
I tightened around him, and he growled at the feeling. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”
He brought his mouth back over mine again and his body immediately slowed, pushing away the crest of pleasure instantly. I dug my nails into his back and tried to get him to speed up again.
“I’m so close,” I cried out to him.
“I know. I can feel it.”
Yet he still didn’t speed up. He looked down at me as he continued his slow thrusts. He swirled his hips against me, and I gasped at the friction triggering a flood of tingles in my core. My body shook as he continued these slow, torturous movements. In, out, swirl of the hips. I cried out, kissing him hungrily as my pleasure built and built.
“Heath,” I moaned as he thrust harder into me.
“Let go, Allie,” he growled, rounding his hips into me.
I did. My body gave out and the second orgasm tore through me. I felt it everywhere. Its intensity had me curling my toes as I rode it out. It was everything I thought it would be with him. And still, I was hungry. I was hungry for him, not just this. He kissed the skin below my ear and picked his movements up. He pounded into me, losing himself as he went on and on. He crushed me with his weight, until my breaths were shallow and I was slick with our sweat.
“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he groaned, pushing hard into me one last time and stilling completely. I felt his length jerk within me. He trembled as he came hard before he collapsed his head between my neck and shoulders.
Reality rushed in, and when our breaths returned to normal, the silence filled my ears. It was painfully louder than our time together. I waited for him to do something. Maybe kiss me or cuddle against me. I wanted some reassurance that what we did was okay.
He finally pulled away and I looked up as he stared down at me. I didn’t have to search his face to know what he was feeling. To know if what we did wasn’t a mistake.