I felt almost desperate to be inside her, and with how her hips were grinding into me, she was in the same shape.
Reaching around, I ran my fingers over the back of the material of her dress, searching for the zipper. Not finding what I was looking for, I pulled away from her and growled, “Where’s the fucking zipper for this evil contraption?”
Lifting her arm, she showed me where it was, hidden in the seam for some reason. “Here. Now hurry up and undo it.”
It took me all of three seconds to get it undone, and then she was shrugging it off and showing me that she not only didn’t have panties on, but she hadn’t been wearing a bra under it either.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, undoing the buttons of my black shirt as fast as I could. It was the last button that refused to do as it was told, so in the end, I just gripped the material on both sides and yanked as hard as I could until there was a tearing sound, followed by a small ‘ping’ as the button fell to the ground.
“You have got to do that again while I’m recording it,” Heidi breathed. “That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Smirking at her, I moved onto the button of my fly and, knowing full well how easy it was to undo them by pulling the material as I had with my shirt, I let them pop open, one by one.
When they were all undone, she stared expectantly at the gap showing the first two inches of where my cock was as it lay, waiting for me to drop the garment.
“I lied. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Heidi amended, her eyes glued to it.
I kept hold of the denim as I toed off my shoes and then got rid of my socks. Once I was done, I pushed it down my thighs, then stepped out of it. Almost like I couldn’t stop myself from doing it, I wrapped my hand around my length and skimmed it up and down while she watched. It was torture for me, but judging by the way she pressed her thighs together, it was equally as bad for her.
“I’d planned on taking you on a bed covered in rose petals with candles burning around us, but the ten date rule has been obliterated.”
Not lifting her eyes, Heidi shook her head. “I don’t need rose petals and candles. I just need you.”
I lunged for her and picked her up, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
With her weeping core pressed against me, I leaned her back against the wall to balance her while I used my hand to grab my cock and swipe it between her lips, groaning when I felt her wetness on the tip of it.
Fuck, I could feel it, which meant I’d forgotten the condom.
“Rubber,” I ground out, trying to engage my brain so I could remember where one was.
“In my purse.” Heidi pointed at where she’d dropped her clutch on the small table next to us.
The relief that I didn’t have to hunt for one was immense. But then she reached over, opened it with one hand, and took out the foil package that meant I could be inside her soon. Like that wasn’t enough, she tore it open with her teeth, removed the condom from inside it, and then began unrolling it over my shaft, which was resting on her mound.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said quietly. “Am I doing it right?”
A quick glance down confirmed she was, but it also warned me not to look down again because the sight of her delicate fingers doing that to me almost had me coming. “Yeah, you’ve got it.”
It could only have been a matter of seconds later, but it felt like hours, when she hummed. “Done!”
This time she notched the tip at her entrance and then bit her lip as she looked up at me. Her expression was nervous, excited, scared, and turned on, and I had to assume mine was exactly the same.
“Slowly,” I warned her, pushing in an inch and then withdrawing. On the next press into her, I went farther, but the feeling of how tight she was around me was a sweet Hell. “Jesus, you’re tight.”
It was uncouth and probably went against every rule book to point it out, but it was true. It also worried me. If she was like that around the tip of me, what would she be like farther down?
“It’s been almost four years,” Heidi moaned, arching her back and taking me deeper inside her.
I swear my eyes almost bulged out of my head. “Four years?”
I didn’t want to hear about what came before me, just like she didn’t want to listen to those details either, but that was a fucking long time to go without, and I needed to make sure I’d heard her right.