“No wonder they call you Heaven,” she says, and it makes me frown.
“Baby look at me,” I turn her cheek, so she sees the seriousness in my eyes. “That. What we just experienced. That has never happened with anyone else except you.”
“Really?” she asks. “No one else?” She scratches my back gently by grazing her nails up and down.
“Yeah, really. I swear. If anyone is Heaven, it’s you, baby. You’ve awakened me. I don’t think you understand how I feel about you, especially when I was seventeen and I felt nothing at all. Only when I looked at you, did I feel warmth in my chest. All the girls, they were quick moments to help fill the time and space inside me. Heather, you’re more than a moment. You’re the rest of the moments life has planned out for me.”
I drag her to the middle of the bed and the action has me slipping out of her heat. Greedy, I spread her legs and watch as I leave her swollen, used hole. “You feel okay?”
“I feel better than I ever have,” she says.
‘Good.” Watching my come drip out of her has my cock hardening again. I flip her over, grip her ass as I slide home, both of us moaning with exhaustion. It isn’t going to take long before
we are both falling over the edge again since we are so worked up. “I’m nowhere near done with you.” I bite the lean muscle of her shoulder while I ride her, keeping her legs straight to keep that angle where I need it, so she orgasms for me again.
I always thought Heaven was a stupid nickname because of how I looked, but being with Heather, it makes me realize that heaven is a place of existence.
And it exists in her.
Seventeen
Heather
I know this is the time for us to be serious, but I can’t stop staring at him, and he can’t stop looking at me. I can feel him between my legs still, sliding in and out of me with that delicious thick length. If someone would have asked me a month ago if I was ever going to have sex again, I would have laughed in their face, but thinking about how good Asher makes me feel, all I want is to have sex with him again.
Right here.
On the kitchen island.
He stirs the coffee with a spoon as he leans his elbows against the edge of the marble, peering up at me over the rim of his mug.
I bring my orange juice to my lips, needing something to coat my dry throat when my body comes to life under his intense stare.
“Jeez, you two keep staring at each other like that, the entire house is going to go up in flames.” Owen opens the fridge door and grabs a bottle of water, but we pretend like we don’t hear him. “Oookay,” he states. “I’m just going to go. You two have fun with…that,” he says. His heavy footsteps pound across the floor as he exits down the hallway, leaving us alone in our own little world again.
We continue to stare each other down, and I nibble on my bottom lip, suddenly feeling coy as I look away.
“Damn, you two. I can smell the sexual tension in the air,” Sebastian comes into the room next, opening the cabinet door to get a cup for the fresh coffee Asher just brewed.
Again, we don’t say anything. I place my hand on the side of my throat, my pulse beating from getting caught staring again. Asher’s blue eyes are intent on staying focused on me, and the more he looks at me, the more my body comes to life. It’s a different kind of foreplay, and it’s creating a throb in my clit. My panties are wet, and I rock against the chair, which only intensifies the friction I need. My nipples bead, poking through the shirt, and his eyes fall to my chest. He places the mug on the counter, gripping the handle so hard his knuckles turn white.
“Hello?” Sebastian waves his hand in front of us, but Asher doesn’t give him the time of day. He continues to stare at my breasts, then the spot on my neck that he left the other night before we left to come to Trinidad. “Damn, talking to myself. You know this house is full of rooms.”
Asher grabs a peach from the bowl and bites into it, never looking away from me. Juice trickle down his lips and chin, and the slurping sound his makes has me shivering because I know exactly what that feels like between my legs.
“I can tell I don’t exist here. I’m just going to go,” Sebastian says. “Good thing we aren’t in the middle of a crisis or anything,” he throws over his shoulder. “It isn’t like people’s lives are on the line or anything,” he adds.
Yes, but right now, there are no leads, so what else are we supposed to do?
“I want to lick your peach,” Asher says, biting into the fruit again. “I want to feel you drip down my chin.”
“Asher,” I whimper, closing my legs when the need becomes too much.
“Are you wet for me, baby? Do you need me?”
I nod.
“Good because I need you too.” He comes around the kitchen island, and I stare at the erection tenting his grey sweatpants.