I didn’t have a type, that was a pointless thing to do when beauty came in all shapes and sizes. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like a little bit more ass. And the hold I had on hers came in handy when I lifted my hips slightly, grinding my crotch against Heidi’s through our clothes.
I wasn’t going to push her to go further tonight, that’s not who I was or how I wanted us to be, so I let her set the pace with an idea in the back of my head. The problem was, with the way we were lying, her pressed tightly against me, from chest to ankle, my control was beginning to fray slightly.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, I nuzzled into the spot just under her neck, breathing in her subtle perfume. “Fucking hell, Heidi.” Flowery words they weren’t, but the tone they came out in was more reverent and told her what I was feeling perfectly.
“Bond…” she rasped, skimming her hands up my chest until they went over my shoulders so she could brace herself over me. Not liking the distance it put between us, though, I lifted my hands back up to her waist and banded my arms around her, holding her in place. “I need more.”
Her mind was going where my idea from before was, which meant I wouldn’t be pushing her too far if it happened. At least, I didn’t think so, but I’d tread carefully and make sure she was with me the whole way.
With one arm still wrapped around her, I held her eyes as I trailed the other one over her side and pressed my hand firmly against her torso.
“I want you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any point, okay?” Her eyes looked unfocused as she nodded, so I stopped what I was doing. “I need you to say it out loud, baby. I don’t want to push you too far just because you’re feeling good right now.”
Focusing more on me, she smiled softly. “Thank you, Bond, and, yes, I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable.” She bit down on her lower lip for a moment, then added, “But I doubt that’s going to happen.”
With a groan, I used the hand that wasn’t pushing under the waistband of her shorts to bring her mouth back down to mine again. The kiss was intense, consuming, and one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced in my life.
That was until I felt the lace and satin of her panties under my fingers. This time, the groan that burst out of me was deep, and I couldn’t help pressing my crotch up against hers again.
That’s when I discovered what hell was.
Wanting someone so badly you could taste it, having your hand a mere inch away from where you wanted to bury yourself, knowing you couldn’t do it, and then having a damn zipper press against a very turned on and very sensitive part of your body… That was what hell truly was. They needed to rewrite the definition in dictionaries and give this as an example so people understood what it meant.
Heidi shifted so she was now on her knees over me, which adjusted her position, so my fingers were back at the waistband of her panties.
“Do it,” she whispered against my lips before kissing me again.
With her permission hanging in the air, I pressed under the lace and trailed my fingers down until I got to her cleft. With the sensation of satin and lace on the back of my hand and her silky-smooth skin pressed against the other side of it, I decided this was the hottest moment of my life. It was still hell, but a smoking hot, sexy hell.
That changed only seconds later when I encountered the wetness waiting for me. I’d made that happen, Heidi was like that just for me, and I knew she’d be even wetter lower down.
Still, I took my time, softly circling around the bundle of nerves before pushing deeper until I hit her entrance.
Pulling away from her mouth, I watched her face as I gently slipped the tip of my middle finger inside her. I had half of it in when she gasped and raised her head up, then lowered her hips down, pushing more of my digit inside her until she reached the webbing.
“Jesus Christ, Bond.”
“Never in my life have I seen so much beauty in one person and had the honor of feeling it.”
I gently swirled my finger inside her, making sure to press it against her slick walls and stimulate all of the nerves. Pulling it slowly out, I added my index finger and pressed back in, a small smile on my face when she groaned and clenched down around them.
It wasn’t easy to do, but I angled my hand, so my thumb hit the bundle of nerves at the top of her folds, then gently breezed the pad over it while my fingers moved inside her again.