7. Heath
CHAPTER 7
heath
D ancing with Sable was erotic torture. She felt damn good in my arms. She fit. We fit. I wanted her. I could feel she wanted me. And yet, I was a little hesitant.
I’d had sex since my divorce—it wasn’t that, but never at my place, my home. I wanted it to feel momentous, but it only felt natural, almost organic, to kiss her, taste her, touch her while we made out like teenagers on the couch.
Fuck! But she made me hard. She wasn’t coy or shy or inexperienced—she knew what she wanted. I loved a confident woman in bed. I loved a woman who knew that she had to put in as much work at making it good as I did—who was as into it with me as I was into it with her.
Granted, after years of being married, sex in any relationship becomes a little staid. Alexa and I had had the same challenges most long-term couples did—and it was unfair to compare (also disgustingly wrong) my ex-wife with this doe of a woman who was cupping my cock in her slender hands. But I was human, and we had a nasty habit of drawing trend lines. It could also be because I hadn’t gotten laid in a while that Bambi was getting to me as quickly and deeply as she was. I wasn’t a kid—so it took a minute for me to get hard and blow my load. But not with Sable.
She had her hand in my pants, after she’d pulled down the zipper of my jeans, and she was stroking me in the best way known to mankind.
“You’ve got to stop doing that, darlin’, or I’m going to come in my pants.” I trailed kisses up her jawline to find her mouth, my hand squeezing a breast.
She moaned into my mouth, arching her back. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and we dueled for a long moment, before my desire to taste her took over. I moved up her T-shirt, out of my way, and groaned when I saw her lacy bra. I nibbled on a nipple through the lace, and felt her body tremble. I lifted my face and, looking into her eyes blew gently on the wet silk. Her face flooded with arousal.
“God.”
I settled my cock between her thighs, resting atop her on the sofa, rubbing against her. I should take her upstairs, but that would mean my hands wouldn’t be on her until we got up there, and like a randy teenager, I wasn’t able to comprehend that right now. My hands were full of her lush, sensuous flesh, and I wanted more.
I moved from one nipple to the other, and her hips pushed against me, demanding me to enter her. Her eyes, when she opened them, were filled with lust.
I slid down her body, down, down, down, and gripped the waistband of her jeans that I’d already unbuttoned. I yanked them down. Her matching panties did nothing to stop me from wanting to devour her.
“Heath,” she breathed.
“Yeah, baby.” I stroked both my hands up and down her thighs. She was slender without being thin—a gorgeous woman with a little belly that was sexy as hell. She had lush hips and a pussy that I wanted to see.
I peeled off her panties. “Get rid of the T-shirt and bra, Bambi.”
She did as I asked, watching me, waiting.
“You like a tongue on you, baby?”
She whimpered, staring at my face.
“Yeah?” I prompted.
She nodded, her eyes hooded, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation.
I let go of her beautiful mocha-colored eyes and focused on her beautiful pussy. She had a woman’s body, and I liked that she was trimmed but not bare. When Alexa started doing that because it was all the rage with the desperate housewives of San Diego, it had been disconcerting for me. I believed that women should do what they want with their bodies, and if that was a full Brazilian or a tummy tuck, more power to them. But I preferred a natural body, a woman’s body, with curves, scars, hair, and all. It was real. Sable was real. And fucking beautiful .
I devoured her pussy in one long wet lick until I sucked on her clit. Her hips jerked, and her moans got louder. I looked up at her as I suckled the small nub of nerves, and saw that she was watching me eat her. It was erotic as fuck.
Her eyes were wide with arousal, and her breath caught every so often. I liked that I could do this to her. Unravel her.
“More,” she pleaded, her legs closing around my head.
“Shh,” I whispered, not wanting to rush this. I wanted to savor. My dick wanted to bust a nut like now , but the man I was wanted time with this woman who had gotten under my skin in no time at all. I wanted to unwrap her moans and her orgasm like the gift it was.
I slid two fingers inside her. She was wet, hot, velvet, and snug.
“I want you to come, Bambi, hard . Can you do that for me?”
She gave me an incoherent answer that stroked my ego as I pumped my fingers in and out of her as I sucked her clit. I could feel her release build, and it was the most fantastic thing. She was a delight with her mewls and the way her body tightened and arched. I circled her clit and kept thrusting my fingers hard inside of her. Her thighs began to shake, and I couldn’t believe that I could make this woman come and give her this kind of pleasure. I knew what to do with a woman, but I wasn’t an arrogant asshole who thought my body was a gift from God, and no woman had ever had to fake with me. Hell, I was pretty sure there were a couple of times that Alexa did, wanting to be done with it.
But there was nothing fake about Bambi. She was…uninhibited.
“Come on my fingers and tongue, and then you can come on my cock.” Could she come more than once? Some women couldn’t, or rather, I couldn’t coax another out of them, which was why I usually tried to time my release with theirs. But with Sable, I wanted to watch her as she went over—not be blinded by my orgasm when she did.
My thumb moved back and forth on her clit while I finger fucked her—and then, beautifully, on a loud whimper, she exploded.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She was incredible. Her face flushed, a coat of sweat over her body, looking like morning dew on flower petals. This wasn’t like me. I didn’t get emotional over sex. I mean, a good fuck was just that—but this was special, different, heartbreakingly amazing, and I hadn’t even had her yet.
She tugged me up to kiss me, and I let her; her hands were on me, pushing my jeans down my ass. “Let me make you feel good,” she murmured. “Let me. Let me. Let me.”
“I want that, Bambi.” I got up, my dick tenting my boxers, my jeans unzipped and hanging on my hips. “But I need something first.”
I held out a hand, and she took it. I tugged, and she rose, naked, beautifully so. I pulled her close and stroked her silky ass. “I want you in bed.”
There was no one I’d rather christen my bed with than her, this woman who was strong and vulnerable, charming and affectionate, a mystery but still open.
“I want that, too,” she repeated my words. “But I need something first.”
I arched an eyebrow in query, and she dropped to her knees. She pushed my jeans and underwear down and waited until I stepped out of them. “I want to come inside you this first time,” I warned her. But who was I kidding? If she wanted me to, I’d come down her sexy throat. I’d do anything she wanted. Scary fucking thought.
She wrapped her hand around my cock. I loved the way she seemed to admire it as she stroked me as if getting a feel of me. Her mouth covered my dick, and I slipped my hands into her silky hair. I wasn’t going to direct her, just hold on for dear life.
She moaned as if she was enjoying me as much as I loved what her mouth was doing to me. She swirled her tongue around my dick, and then sucked hard. Fuck me! I almost blew my load then and there, but I wasn’t fifteen, so I restrained myself, though it was a close thing.
“Sable,” I managed in a guttural voice.
She held the base of my shaft with one hand while the other was on my ass, keeping me close to her. She pressed the flat of her tongue beneath the underside of my erection and began to lick me root to tip before swirling her tongue over the crown. Yeah, so maybe I was going to come down her throat or on her tits.
I threaded my fingers through her hair, losing the plot, wanting to hold her still so I could fuck her mouth. I knew she’d let me. My Bambi liked sex and wasn’t afraid of giving and taking. That idea made my balls draw up. As if feeling that, she moved her hand from my ass to squeeze them, just the way I liked it, with enough pressure that I began to push my hips into her mouth.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I warned her.
She pulled back, my cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop. “Would you like that?”
Gentleness swarmed me when I looked at her swollen lips, her disheveled hair, the excitement in her eyes, and the flush of good sex on her skin.
“Yeah, baby. I would. But I want inside you this time.” I held my hand out to her, and this time, she took it and rose.
We kissed; I couldn’t stop, and like drunkards, we went up the stairs, taking longer than it should as we touched and tasted.
By the time we got into my bed, I was out of my mind, and so was she.
“Now, Heath,” she cried out.
Definitely now!
I found a condom in the bedside drawer and sheathed myself. She looked at me, her eyes widening at how I stroked myself.
“You like that? ”
She nodded. “Can you…ah…can you do that in front of me later?”
I could maybe get it up a second time during the night. Sure. “If you show me how you make yourself come.”
“Deal.”
I nudged her thighs apart with a knee and settled on top of her, bumping my dick against her clit. “I want to start like this,” I told her as I slid into her, easy as fucking apple pie, because she was soft and wet and tight. “But then I want to take you from behind.”
I grabbed her ass and parted the globes to make my point.
“Yes.”
I began to pound into her, her legs wrapped around my waist. I was going to come soon. If I wanted to look at her ass and her holes before I blew, I needed to do it sooner than later.
I pulled out and tapped her thigh. She got on all fours, and I was just about ready to spill over her pert, tight, luscious ass.
I looked at her asshole as I slid into her pussy. “You take someone there, Bambi?” I dipped a thumb into her ass, and she shivered.
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll make sure I have plenty of lube.”
“Heath, fuck me,” she whined.
I chuckled and then gave myself up to her, and had the best sex of my life with a woman I’d nicknamed Bambi.