The Heat Seekers

Her lips on his stirred him from his slumber. Their kissing became more and more intense until they were both moaning loudly.

Tempest climbed on top of Geren and started unbuttoning his shirt and gyrating her hips on his dick.

Geren grabbed her by the wrists. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” Tempest replied, pulling her wrists free and getting the rest of the buttons unfastened.

“We don’t have to do this,” Geren whispered reluctantly, offering Tempest a way out but hoping she wouldn’t take it. “I’ll wait for you.”

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” Tempest drove the point home by licking a trail across Geren’s chest, nipple to nipple. She could feel him hardening underneath her and couldn’t wait to take a ride. “I trust you completely.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Geren replied, deciding to make himself useful by palming an ass cheek in each hand.

“Good.” Tempest sat up and lowered her teddy straps, exposing her firm breasts. Geren couldn’t help but wonder how women always made it look so easy. “Now love me like I’ve never been hurt.”

• • •

Tempest sucked gently on Geren’s earlobe, something she’d been itching to do since she’d first laid eyes on him at the club. “Tell me your dreams,” she whispered softly in his ear.

“My dreams?” Geren asked incredulously, finding it hard to believe Tempest wasn’t totally spent after the hours of lovemaking they’d put in. They’d started at eight in the morning, and it was well after four in the afternoon before they finished. He was surprised to open his eyes and find her wearing a nightgown. He must have dozed off at some point.

“Yes, your dreams,” Tempest replied, gazing into his eyes lovingly.

“You mean other than the one that just came true?” Geren flashed Tempest one of his perfect smiles, and Tempest blushed uncontrollably. “Hmm, let’s see. My dreams. Well, I want to continue to climb up the corporate ladder in my career. That’s a given.”

“And other than your career?”

“Until recently, I was hoping to find the woman of my dreams.”

“Until recently?” Tempest asked, practically grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah.” Geren took Tempest’s hand and brushed his lips across her fingertips. “I’m pretty sure I have that one covered now.”

Tempest started giggling like a teenager. “Stop making me blush.”

“I love it when you blush.” Geren leaned over and kissed her passionately. Once they came up for air, he added, “But seriously, let me make myself perfectly clear, so there won’t be any doubts about what went down here today.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Tempest said, not wanting him to think he had to declare his undying love for her after one roll in the hay. “You don’t have to—”

Geren put his index finger over Tempest’s mouth. “Shhh, you talk too much. Do you know that?”

“Only when I’m nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?”

“This!” Tempest exclaimed, sitting all the way up and propping her back against a pillow. “You!”

“I want to be with you, Tempest. Not just today, not just tomorrow, but for the long haul.” Tempest was taken aback by the conviction in his voice, and it showed all over her face. “What do you think about that?”

“I think we should take this slow,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m kind of rusty in the relationship department. At least, the real relationship department.”

“We can take this as slow or as fast as you want to, as long as we take it somewhere.” Geren sat up in the bed next to her, letting the covers fall away from his midsection so that he was fully exposed. Obviously, he wasn’t as shy about his body as Tempest was. “Is that cool with you?”

“Yes, that’s cool with me,” Tempest replied in a near whisper, drinking him in with her eyes. “So tell me the rest of your dreams.”

Geren let out a heavy sigh. “You just won’t give up, will you?”

Tempest punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Nope.”