Heartfire: A Second Chance Romance

by Joanna Blake

  She couldn't run.

  I'd make sure she didn't want to.

  All the times I'd missed her. All the times I'd wanted her. All the times I'd been afraid out of my mind.

  In this moment, I was in control.

  I rubbed my hands together and got started. First, I decided to get my clothes out of the way. I was already rock hard. I kicked my shoes off and stripped. When I was nude I looked up at her.

  She looked fucking terrified. I was by her side in a minute. I didn't want to untie her but I would if she was really scared.

  "Nadine?"

  She didn't say anything.

  "Honey, I'm not going to hurt you."

  "I know."

  "What are you so afraid of?"

  "I'm afraid to... feel."

  Her admission broke my heart. I knew just what she meant. She was afraid I was going to break her barriers down. Burn those thick walls down with this crazy passion we had between us.

  Which is exactly what I was planning to do.

  I realized her whole life had been spent protecting herself. It was going to take her a while to let all those walls down once and for all. I could be patient. But it didn't mean I wasn't going to go ahead with my plans for tonight.

  Or the rest of our fucking lives.

  "It's okay Deanie. I'm here with you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to... play."

  I let my hands skim lightly over her body. She gulped and I almost laughed. She wasn't afraid now though. Now she was squirming a little bit.

  Soon she'd be squirming a lot.

  I licked the taut line of her throat, chuckling at the sexy little sound she made. She sounded like a kitten. A soft, mewling kitten. And that was before I started in on the rest of her.

  I ran my fingers over her silky skin, just grazing her breasts. I knew exactly how to drive her crazy. And that's what I was going to do.

  Even if it drove me crazy along with her.

  I held myself above her, dipping my body down so I slid against her. My chest brushed against her nipples. My cock slid against her pussy lips and up over her belly. With each dip, I kissed her. Just a little, just enough so that she lifted her head to try and follow me.

  I chuckled and lowered myself between her thighs.

  Slowly, I began to nibble and taste those soft pouty lips. I teased her, tracing the line without pressing my tongue all the way in. Again and again I tasted her, not hard, but not stopping.

  "James!"

  Her hips rocked uselessly against my tongue and I pulled back, blowing cool air on her soaking wet pussy.

  Then I started again.

  Over and over I brought her to the brink, then stopped, letting her cool down. But just a little... each time she got more and more aroused. More frustrated. More desperate.

  "Please!"

  She was begging now. Good. I felt my cock straining to be let loose.

  I knelt beside her, stroking my shaft. Letting her see my pleasure. Her eyes were glued to my cock. I saw her lick her lips and I groaned.

  I let her have a taste and closed my eyes as her tongue swirled over my tip. But then I pulled away, wagging my finger at her.

  "Uh uh huh."

  "James..."

  I lay beside her, touching her at will. She could do nothing but moan and whimper. Sexy little whimpers that made my cock lurch towards her.

  "Do you want me?"

  "Yes!"

  "Are you going to run away again?"

  "No- I swear! I won't!"

  I lay the palm of my hand on her lower belly.

  "I don't believe you. What kind of reassurance will you give me?"

  "My word. Anything. Please, James!"

  I lifted myself above her, rubbing the tip of my cock over her slippery pussy lips.

  "Tell me."

  "I won't run."

  "Tell me who you belong to."

  "You! I belong to you. Please..."

  I let the tip of my cock slip inside her. I'd been waiting so long, that it felt like I was being burned by the sun. But in a good way.

  A very, very good way.

  "For how long?"

  I made lazy little circles with my hips, moving in and out of her a few inches. She moaned.

  "What?"

  "How long do you belong to me?"

  She looked confused, frustrated and sexy as hell.

  "As- as long as you want me to."

  I smiled at her, letting my cock sink slowly into her welcoming heat.

  "Unfff... that's good Nadine."

  "Oh!"

  "Because I want forever."

  I doubted she heard me as I worked my cock inside her. I was relentless now, not holding back. I felt my cock expanding, ready to unleash. But I wanted this to last.

  Then again, she was tied to a bed...

  I bellowed as my seed exploded from my cock head. I drove forward again and again. She was cuming too, milking me relentlessly with her hot box. Together, we thrashed on the bed until we slowly came to a stop.

  I leaned my forehead against her, staring down at her beautiful face.

  She was staring at me with a mix of wonder and reproach. I knew she was annoyed at how long I'd made her wait. She had no idea what I had planned for the rest of the night.

  "James?"

  "Yes sweetheart?"

  "Are we going to talk now?"

  I shook my head slowly.

  "Will you untie me?"

  Again, I shook my head slowly.

  That's when she realized I was hard again. Still inside her and ready for round two.

  "I told you it was going to be a long night."

  Nadine

  My head tossed from side to side as James drove me to yet another Earth shattering orgasm. He was above me, slowly fucking me into a trance like state.

  I could barely feel my wrists or ankles. That didn't matter. The rest of my body was more than making up for it.

  James was making sure of that.

  Before he wouldn't let me cum.

  Now he wouldn't let me stop.

  He froze above me, letting my body clench down on his cock where it impaled me, unmoving. It made the orgasm more intense somehow... it seemed to go on endlessly. I could feel everything.

  So could he apparently.

  "Unnfff... yes Nadine... come for me... that's a good girl... fuck you feel so good on my cock..."

  He waited until I was done before he started fucking me again.

  "God, I want to flip you over. Do all sorts of filthy things to you."

  I moaned incoherently.

  "Untie me."

  He grinned down at me arrogantly.

  "Not until round three. Maybe."

  His pace seemed unhurried as he fucked me. It was torture. He started withdrawing almost completely, then pausing before he thrust back in again.

  If I could just lift my legs... I could wrap them around him, keeping him inside me.

  Then he wouldn't be so fucking smug.

  He pulled away again and I jerked my hips upward. He moaned and plunged back inside me. I whispered in his ear.

  "Come for me James."

  He growled, and started pumping himself into my body. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

  Just like that, I'd sent him over the edge.

  His face scrunched up as I felt his cock lurch inside me. I exhaled and my body rose up, shuddering right along with him. It was like his dick let out electric currents as he came. Currents that were just for me.

  It felt fucking amazing.

  He collapsed on top of me. But as always, he was careful not to crush me. No matter how spent he was.

  I turned my head, staring at his bulging arm muscles. I wanted to bite them. I could almost taste the salty sweat on his skin.

  I was starving I realized.

  "I'm hungry."

  He lifted his head and looked at me.

  "There's plenty more where that came from. Give me a minute- no- less. Thirty seconds."

  I shook m
y head. I was ravenous. And I could feel his cock refilling with blood again.

  "No, seriously. I didn't eat all day. Untie me James."

  He sighed and nodded, untying my ankles first. He rubbed the spots where the binds had left a mark, kissing the red skin. He did the same with my wrists. I sat up when the last one was untied.

  He kissed my wrist and pulled me into his arms.

  "I only untied you because you already said yes, you know."

  "I know."

  "It doesn't mean I'm not going to tie you up again. So don't get too comfy."

  I smacked his shoulder and he laughed.

  "Room service. Now."

  "Yes ma'am."

  I threw a pillow at him and got up, pulling on my robe. He pouted but I didn't care. I just wanted to eat.

  Ten minutes later I was speed eating a veggie burger while he devoured his roasted chicken. Scratch that. He devoured two.

  It wouldn't be easy feeding a big man like him I realized.

  I froze, a french fry halfway to my mouth.

  I was already thinking about the practicalities. Like it was a fact.

  Me. Him. Forever.

  "Did you mean it James?"

  He lifted his head from his food.

  "That I'm going to tie you up again? Hell yes."

  "No, that's not what I meant."

  He wiped his hands off and reached for me, pushing the rolling table aside. Before I could blink, I was cradled on his lap. He brushed my hair over my shoulders.

  "I'm keeping you. Is that what you are asking?"

  I nodded, suddenly feeling very shy.

  "You are coming with me to Miami. Starting fresh."

  I opened my mouth and stared at him.

  "I took the job. With one provision. That they get your credits transferred to the University of Miami."

  Now my jaw was wide open. He'd done all that? For me?

  Maybe he did really love me after all.

  "Alright?"

  I snuggled into his chest. His arms tightened around me.

  "Alright."

  Chapter Twenty Two

  James

  It was a beautiful fucking day in Miami.

  I stood on the balcony of my new condo.

  Not mine.

  Ours.

  It had three bedrooms, two baths, a huge kitchen and a view of the bay.

  I'd put Deanie on the deed. She didn't know it yet though. I was going to surprise her.

  And that wasn't the only surprise I had in store for my girl...

  I was going to do everything and anything I could do to make her feel safe and loved. She already knew I wanted her. Now she was going to know how much more it was than that.

  "Are you ready?"

  I turned and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn't even speak for a minute. She looked like a super model. She was dressed to the nines. Her hair was blown out. She'd even put on a little bit of makeup.

  It had only been two weeks since we got here but so much had changed.

  Nadine had changed. She was relaxing. Slowly, but I could see it. Feel it, just from being around her.

  And I loved it.

  I'd taken her shopping. For furniture. Clothes. Everything.

  She'd let me dress her like a little doll. Sexy, silky dresses, tight jeans, lingerie, bikini's, high heels.

  At the moment, I was paying the price for it.

  We were supposed to go to lunch at the club. Another perk of being on the team was membership to a number of places, including one of the social clubs down by the water. They just sent this shit to my house.

  Boom, you're a member.

  Invited. Accepted. Celebrated.

  Just for doing what I would have done anyway.

  Playing ball.

  Nadine was wearing a black bikini with a sheer black kimono style cover up. Her pretty little feet were wrapped in high heel sandals that wrapped up her slender calves.

  She was tan, her skin lightly oiled.

  She was glowing.

  She was fucking perfect.

  I swallowed and shook my head.

  "No."

  She frowned at me, looking confused.

  "What do you mean 'no'?"

  I pulled her against me.

  "I mean, I can think of better things to do."

  "James!"

  She squealed as I scooped her up into my arms.

  "What are you doing?"

  "What do you think I'm doing?"

  I carried her into the bedroom and lowered her onto the bed.

  "James... we said we'd be there."

  "They can wait."

  She sighed as I eased my body on top of hers.

  "You can't insist on dressing me up and do this every time!"

  She had a point. I was having a hard time adjusting to her new wardrobe, even though I'd picked it all out. Or maybe it was because I'd picked it all out... Either way, it was going to take time for me to get used to it.

  My cock probably never would.

  I unwrapped the bikini strings and pulled them loose, kissing and stroking her as I went. She sighed contentedly. I knew how to make my kitty purr.

  "I'll make you a deal."

  She smiled at me, clearly not minding that I was making us late.

  "You can leave your shoes on."

  I didn't waste time, heading straight down her body until I was between her thighs, face to face with her sweet little box. My cock bobbed against my stomach and I pulled my swim shorts off, reaching down to tug on the tip. I went to town on her, thrusting my tongue inside her to make sure she was ready.

  Hmmmfff.... She was slick and dewy inside. Her sweet and salty taste coating my tongue. I growled and positioned my cock at her entrance.

  I couldn't wait another minute.

  Pressing forward in one long stroke, I was embedded inside her minutes from seeing her on the balcony.

  I was going to like living with my woman.

  I was going to like it a lot.

  She was writhing beneath me as I rode her. Neither of us held back. She was making those wild little sounds she made just before she came. I felt her bearing down on me and I groaned, my cum spurting deep inside her.

  Every time I came with her felt stronger than the last time.

  I bucked my hips wildly as I unloaded into her womb. I felt an overwhelming desire to make a baby with her. I wanted to do everything with her.

  We collapsed on the bed, both of us spent. I pulled her against me and kissed her softly. My hands found her bottom and squeezed. She felt so good in my hands. I never wanted to let go.

  "Uh oh."

  I smiled at her, raising an eyebrow.

  "What?"

  She looked up at me and then down between our bodies.

  I was getting hard again.

  Nadine

  I sat gingerly on the lounge chair, smiling at some of the other players and their girlfriends and wives. It was a strange, glittering world of excess I'd stepped into. I wasn't sure I liked it yet.

  But James said we could do what we wanted. We didn't need to buy into it. We didn't need to hire a maid or get a limo.

  We could be more than comfortable without all that.

  As long as I didn't mind wearing the expensive clothes he picked out for me.

  That he had been quite insistent about.

  I smiled, staring at the glittering emerald bracelet he'd given me before leaving the house. We'd been more than a little late. He'd taken me twice before letting me clean up and put my bikini back on. I didn't mind though.

  The second time he'd let me be on top.

  Then he'd surprised me with a jewelry box. A matching set of emerald earrings, bracelet and necklace. It was extravagant to say the least.

  I'd been so touched, so overwhelmed that I hadn't even thanked him until we were halfway to the club.

  He'd just smiled and told me to thank him later.

  I knew exactly what he meant by that. It was funny, the way he cou
ld still make me blush.

  James came over, carrying a drink for me. He watched me like a hawk, refusing to let me get my own drinks or lift a finger. He handed me a fruity cocktail and I took a sip.

  "Thank you."

  He grinned at me and opened his mouth.

  "I know, I know, I can thank you later right?"

  He winked at me and fell into easy conversation with the other couples surrounding us. A few of the players had brought their families. Little kids were running around.

  It was nice.

  Everyone had welcomed us with open arms. It was more than I'd expected. I'd thought I'd be relegated to the sidelines. Alone. Bored until school started.

  Instead I'd been busy. I'd set up the apartment with James' approval. He'd even insisted that I set up a corner of the office with art supplies.

  I hadn't even realized that he knew I liked to draw, or that I was any good at it. He'd even talked me into looking into design school instead of getting a regular degree. I was seriously considering it.

  His mom was in the sister condo next door. I met her down by the pool almost every day for lunch. Some women might have minded, but I loved Mrs. Fitzgerald. Way more than I loved my own mother.

  Not that that was saying much.

  I watched as people came and went. So many eyes were on us at all times at these events. It was strange. I was getting lots of attention myself, but it was James who was the star of the show.

  Women openly flirted with him in front of me. I didn't really care. I knew he was too exhausted to do a damn thing about it.

  I'd just have to keep him satisfied. And drained. That shouldn't be too hard.

  Even now, he was constantly touching me. Wanting to be close to me.

  I smiled and sipped my drink.

  Life was good.

  For the first time ever, it was really and truly good.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  James

  The music was pounding as a girl in a slinky dress refreshed our drinks. Bottle service in Miami was very, very different than going out with the team back home.

  This was a whole other level.

  There were more scantily clad women there than had ever been in the strip club. They were everywhere. I barely even noticed.

  My teammates on the other hand were all over that shit.