Page 27 of Breakaway Heart
“Fuck, Randy, that feels sooo good.”
With his mouth full of that dripping peach, he slipped the juices upward, along my belly, up my chest, and then, leaning over me, he lowered the fruit into my mouth. I let my teeth greedily sink into the skin, and the juice drizzled down both our lips as we shared its delights.
Our eyes parted as he rolled the dripping peach backdown me in his mouth, over the soft curve of my breast, pushing aside the cotton of my bra, teasing the excited nipple inside, which responded by shooting sparks of pleasure through my body. Then he descended lower and lower, until I again felt the thrilling pleasure of him back down on my sweetest spot.
“Holyfuck,” I gasped. My head rolling back in exquisite ecstasy. The delightfully sweet aroma of the peach filled my nose as I closed my eyes, enhancing the sensation of what he was doing to me. Juices ran down my trembling lips and thighs, and still he moved and rolled the flesh over my own, my gasps turning to moans to exhilarated cries.
I desperately wanted to feel him now, all of him. His strong hands on my wrists, his hard, muscular body pushed against my soft one. But the denial made me even more wild, even more sensitive to the sensations I was feeling.
Peeking down, I moaned again just at the vision of the thick, powerful forearms that were holding him up, the tight skin stretched beautifully over his shoulders, his head buried between my legs. The unrelenting and overwhelming feeling of my desire being teased and shamed by what he was doing.
“Randy?” Perhaps he murmured back, but all I knew was that he didn’t stop. “I’m going to come…”
The words made him agonisingly slow down.
“No. Please. Don’t. Stop.” I said in shuddering breaths.
Slowly, he began to increase the intensity, gathering more and more pace, more furiously each time, the glide and friction driving me to the edge. Then I felt like the world stopped for just a second, a giant pause in the ripple of everything, before my legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and a rush of blissful, pulsating explosions made meshake and howl in the throbbing exhilaration of the orgasm that flooded through me.
My body shook violently, sounds I was only dimly aware of echoed off my lips, my muscles contracting and relaxing in exquisite madness, my heart pounding as if it might burst in my chest, until I finally lay there, a sticky, panting mess.
“Told ya.” He said, climbing up my body and rolling down next to me.
I couldn’t help but dreamily chuckle at his cockiness while I enjoyed the warm feeling still rushing through my blood, reaching every inch of my delighted body.
“You sure did.” I panted back.
I rolled over to him, pulling open his shirt buttons and putting my hand on his wide chest, feeling safe and reassured in our closeness. For a moment, we remained there together, in our own thoughts and feelings. Him, pleased with himself. Me, pleased with how I felt.
Then he took the peach that was still in his hand, lifted it to his lips, and with a soft crunch, began eating it while we lay there together. There were no words. None were needed. Just that soft closeness was enough for us in that moment.
Eventually, I slipped off him and woozily pattered along the cool, tiled floor to the bathroom, returning to him and slipping again into his outstretched arm. The feeling began to fade as the chemicals in my blood subsided, and my thoughts became more grounded.
“Randall.”
“Uh-huh.” He replied, still lost in his own thoughts.
“What happened to your mom?”
I heard his lips click against his teeth, deciding whether to answer and if he wanted to get into it. I felt his chest rise slowly as he sighed. Then he began talking. There was no swagger or style to his words, they were just normal andhonest. It felt a little like he was telling me a bedroom story as I nestled against him.
“I was called up to a training camp with the Rays. I couldn’t have known then. But at that time, I was so determined that hockey would be the one thing that would change everything. Get me out of the situation I was in. Show them all they were wrong. I was going to blow that whole camp away.
“First day, I get called over by one of the coaches. They tell me my mom fell at work, said I should come home.”
“And?”
With my ear against his chest, I heard his heart thump a little harder
“I made the worst decision of my life. One I can’t ever make right.”
“You stayed at the camp?”
“Yep. I didn’t know it was that serious. Or that she was going to die. When she did, I never wanted to go home. She was the only good thing there. Even missed the funeral.”
“Randy!”
“Trust me, I know! I’m an absolute fucking asshole.”
