Page 89 of When to Call a Blitz

Heidi moans, her back arching, and with the flick of my tongue, her eyes roll back into her head, her fingers digging into my hair and pulling at it.

Looking up at her, I’m met with desperation, her eyes half closed as she watches me.

And when I blow on her nipple, her head rears back, a tortured moan rocking through her.

I kiss down her chest and torso, slowing as I reach her belly button, my hands grabbing at her waist, holding her still as she attempts to wiggle out of my grasp.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask, enjoying the show.

I’ve thought about this time and time again late at night. Imagining how slow I’d take it with her. How much I want to torture her with my touch.

She nods desperately, moaning through the fabric.

Biting my bottom lip, I bring my fingers to her clit, finding it already drenched.

Heidi watches me as I lower to my knees before her, lifting her ass just slightly so her pussy is in line with my lips, and I dive in, my teeth scraping her clit as her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls around us.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, baby,” I tell her, my voice raspy as I hold onto the last bit of restraint I have.

My fingers slip into her, hooking until I find that spot, and when I apply pressure, Heidi’s back arches, her hands flailing before her fingers pinch at her nipples, desperate forsomethingto grab onto.

“That’s my girl,” I hiss with a sly smile, watching her come undone at my touch.

Standing, I remove the underwear from her mouth, tossing it to the floor. And the second she opens her mouth to argue, I replace it with my fingers, my cock throbbing as her tongue laps at my fingers, cleaning them off.

“You like the taste of yourself?” I ask, genuinely curious.

Heidi’s eyes soften as she looks down, almost embarrassed. “Yeah.”

I feel my body thrum with energy, and I dip down, taking her lips in mine again, tasting her on her lips.

“Fuck,” I whisper, looking around.

The only thing I forgot about my little garage fantasy was that I don’t have condoms in here.

There’s an emergency pack that Leo left at my house after our vacation in case I “needed them” at some point, but I kept them in my bedroom.

Heidi catches my wrist, holding onto it firmly. “I have an IUD,” she assures me seriously. “You don’t need one.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods once, and in one fluid movement, I push inside of her.

I start slowly with just the tip, Heidi’s mouth hanging open as she moans my name, sending shivers down my spine.

When she nods, assuring me that I can go further, I thrust against her a little faster, filling her up as she bucks against me.

“God I could get used to this,” I tell her, my hands tightening around her waist.

“Took you long enough to realize it,” she sasses, and I bring my fingers up to tweak her nipple, her head rearing back with a sigh.

Needing her closer to me, I support her torso as I bring her body up against mine, claiming her lips in a kiss that makes me feel like I’m free-falling, her hips grinding circles into me as I’m buried deep inside of her.

“I haven’t had sex in so fucking long,” I whisper into her cheek. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

I feel her clamp down on me, a moan escaping her lips.

“You like me telling you how good you feel?” I ask, and she sinks her teeth into my shoulder. “God, you feel better than I ever imagined,” I whimper.

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