by Katie Dowe
There were no inhibitions. She felt him, long, thick and hard, pressing inside her, entering her, and her body welcomed him.
She held him to her and kissed him, long and hard, as his hips rocked and thrust, varying his rhythm to keep her trembling on that edge.
She begged, pleaded, until he finally drove harder and harder into her.
“Harder, please, Christian!”
Her desperate cries took him higher and higher.
He had to hold on. He needed to feel her body shatter, again, wrapped around him. He needed to be deep inside her as she found that pleasure again, climaxing so hard that she could hardly hold herself together.
Christian made them both wait. He took her to the edge, right to the brink, and made her wait, withdrawing nearly all the way, making her nearly weep in frustration before he thrust all the way back inside her welcoming, tight wetness.
Finally, he could hold on no longer.
They both needed it, and they needed it together.
“Come with me, Heidi,” he whispered, and his eyes were on hers.
He took her mouth in a long, passionate kiss as he drove into her, hard and fast. His hand slipped between them to stroke her, and at that first touch, he felt her body tense, quiver and release.
He swallowed her cry of pleasure with his kiss, and finally let himself climax, too.
Chapter 5
Heidi took a moment to look at Christian.
Her world had just exploded, but it looked like she was still in one piece.
So was Christian.
“Water. Food.”
She understood the mumbles as he rolled off her and tumbled off the couch, right onto the floor.
Well, she understood how that felt.
She needed water and food, too.
“Gimme a minute,” she mumbled, and got to her feet.
She was naked.
Well, of course she was. She’d just had sex.
She glanced back and saw the look in Christian’s eyes.
She appreciated the hell out of it.
“I know,” she said with a smug smile, and padded to her bedroom. Getting a robe out – well-worn and comfortable, not sexy at all – she shrugged into it and made her way to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, she saw that she was definitely in luck.
There was wine, and there was lasagna, from the glorious Mrs. Spinelli, bless her and her genius.
She quickly popped it in the oven – Mrs. Spinelli would’ve been scandalized at even the idea of reheating her precious lasagna in the microwave – and poured a glass of wine each. Grabbing a bottle of water, she guzzled until she finished it.
Looking up, she saw Christian standing at the door.
How could it be?
She felt desire rising in her again.
Her pulse quickened, and her breath became shallow.
She wanted him, all over again. She could feel his hands, that incredible mouth, on her body. She could still feel him inside her.
But she wanted him again, as she stood there, wrapped in a short, ratty robe, looking at him with his jeans pulled on low over his hips, the zip pulled up but the snap open. She could see the trail of hair down, and she saw that he had only pulled on his jeans. There was nothing underneath.
She wanted him, again.
She wanted to rip it off him, push him down on the cold floor and ride him until he lost all part of him in her.
“You are quite the sight, Heidi.”
Heidi looked down at herself in surprise.
She didn’t look her best. But the way he said that – he meant it. She suddenly felt sexier than she’d ever felt before.
She struck an exaggerated pose.
“Want me or want the lasagna?”
The lasagna chose that moment to warm up enough to really let the aroma permeate the tiny kitchenette.
“Oh my,” said Christian, walking in.
Heidi swallowed a bark of laughter at his reaction.
Well, she couldn’t fault him. It did smell amazing. She might forget sex for it, too.
“That… Did you make that?”
Heidi laughed, now.
“Oh, I’m afraid not. My strength is baking. But my neighbor, Mrs. Spinelli, is a whiz at all kinds of Italian food, so I eat very well. We split main course and dessert duty.”
Christian grinned, and she had to now fight the impulse to ruffle his hair and kiss his nose.
Too soon, she told herself.
But to her surprise, Christian grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge –and boy, when he bent over, she wanted to smack that tight ass – and then stepped over to her.
“So, does your oven have a timer?”
She glanced at him, surprised.
“It does.”
“Is it on that timer now?”
She nodded, still surprised.
“You’re supposed to let wine breathe,” he told her, moving closer to her.
She smiled.
“Good wine. A decade of breathing isn’t going to make that red any better.”
Christian chuckled.
“There are things we could do while the lasagna that smells magnificent warms up. And we could pretend that the wine is breathing, while we breathe… A little differently.”
He was so close to her. She should’ve felt crowded.
But she didn’t.
She chuckled, instead.
“That’s the corniest line ever,” she told him.
“But I don’t need a line anymore, do I, Heidi?”
Why did her name on his lips sound so seductive? It felt as if he spoke to her, and only her.
It made it sound as if he wanted her, and only her.
He leaned into her, and she leaned back on the kitchen counter.
Well, why the hell not?
It would take ten minutes for the lasagna to warm, and while the wine could do deep yoga breathing for a century and not improve in any way, it wouldn’t get worse, either.
“No, you don’t,” she told him, her arms going around him and pulling him to her for a long, passionate kiss.
She should’ve run out of that need for him.
But she hadn’t.
She just wanted him, all over again.
Fleetingly, she wondered if she would ever get rid of that need for him.
Did she ever want to?
His lips were potent and compelling.
Why would she ever need wine when she had that.
He nibbled on her lower lip, making her moan, press her body against his.
She felt him grow hard and knew that he felt it, too. He had that need inside him, too.
He undid the belt of her robe and she didn’t stop him. She arched into him as the robe dropped from her shoulders, leaving her naked and revealed.
Again.
“I thought you would’ve had enough of me by now,” said Heidi, between kisses.
“I don’t think anybody could have enough of you,” said Christian, and Heidi wondered if he really meant it.
Then she pushed the thought out of her mind, because it didn’t matter. Not in that moment.
The moment was all that mattered.
His hands cupped her breasts, squeezed gently.
She moaned, feeling her nipples grow hard.
“Oh, don’t stop. That feels so good,” said Heidi as his mouth moved hungrily down her neck, kissing and licking its way down her as if he would never have enough of her.
He had tasted her. She was still in him.
But he was ravenous for her, all over again.
Heidi’s fingers gripped and pushed the jeans down over his hips. They fell, and she felt him, naked and needy.
His hard length pressed into her.
Her hand closed over him, making a loose fist and stroking him, once, making him bite on her shoulder.
She gasped.
“Heidi!”
There was shock in his voice, as if he couldn’t believe what she could do to him
.
It was with a sly smile that her hand tightened, stroking him again.
His mouth became more urgent against her skin.
His fingers stroked over her breast feverishly.
Christian rolled her nipples between his fingers, as if he needed to make her feel as much as she made him.
Heidi moaned again, taking it all in.
He made her feel as if she could explode, as if she could light up the world.
But she needed to make him feel now, just like she did.
She kissed his mouth, hard, before sliding down his body.
He trembled.
She felt it, and she gloried in it, as she kissed his neck, his shoulders, the hard muscles of his chest, down the planes of his belly.
She kissed his navel, and made him tremble again.
Her hand didn’t stop stroking his hard length, over and over again, at a rhythm so steady that she knew she would drive him beyond need.
When she was on her knees, she found herself looking at him, his manhood hard and erect, barely a breath away from her face.
She breathed on him, and saw him throb.
She knew he was thick, and long.
She knew how hard he was.
She had just had him inside her.
But she needed to taste him now.
Her tongue flicked out and licked across the tip of him, the small slit.
She tasted him, salty, and she hummed deep in her throat.
She loved it.
She wanted more.
“You feel so good. Don’t stop, Heidi, please.”
She had no intention of stopping. She licked him, up and down his shaft, and felt him tremble under her tongue.
She loved knowing she could do that to him.
She nuzzled her lips against his throbbing member. Her hands gripped his hips, then moved down to cup him gently as she licked his hard length again, making him moan and his hips thrust towards her.
She took the tip of him in her mouth and sucked softly.
“Fuck, that feels so good!” cried Christian.
She tightened her mouth, her fingers fondling him and his tongue sliding over the sensitive, velvety skin underneath the thick head as she sucked on him.
His hips started thrusting harder, his hands holding her steady.
She took him in, letting him have control as his hips started thrusting harder, faster. She felt his hardness pulsing inside her mouth, against her tongue, and she opened more for him.
Even when she felt like she might not be able to take it anymore, she took him, holding on to him. His moans and groans drove her own desire, making her wetter and needier for him with every thrust.
Finally, when she pulled away, he was nearly wild for her.
She walked a couple of steps to the kitchen table and bent over on it.
“I want you to take me, like this. Take me from behind. Touch me and make me come.”
Heidi’s words seemed to drive Christian on. He was behind her in one stride.
His hands gripped her hips and pulled her to him, keeping her in position. She felt him, poised against her entrance.
She was so wet, so hot.
She was so ready for him.
“Tell me you want me, Heidi,” said Christian.
Heidi thought that he sounded like he was holding on by a thread, as if he couldn’t hold on much longer.
“I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I need you, please, Christian. Please, please!”
She felt him enter her, and she was still surprised by how thick he was. He filled her, stretching her, and she loved it.
She felt him move, his hips rocking slowly, circling, and she moaned.
She held on to the edge of the table, and felt his hand sliding under her. His fingers slid between her slick, wet lips, finding the spot where she needed to be stroked, and touched, and pleasured.
The pressure was almost unbearable. His finger stroked as he thrust deep in and out of her, at a steady rhythm that made her moan and whimper for more.
When he finally started moving faster, she pushed back, her body thrusting against him.
“Oh, don’t stop, Christian, please,” she moaned, as she felt him get faster, and faster.
“Heidi… Heidi, I don’t think I can…”
She didn’t want him to hold on any longer.
She needed him…
His fingers and his hard steel pushed her over the edge before she could finish her throat, letting the white hot pleasure spike through her, so hard and so fast, so intense that she screamed his name.
She felt him pull out, and felt wet warmth, wave after wave of it, spill over her back.
Heidi just stayed there, like that, until her body stopped shuddering. She didn’t think her legs could support her, anyway, without the table’s help.
To her surprise, she felt a wet piece of cloth on her back, wiping her clean.
Surprising tears nearly escaped.
She had never been treated with such tenderness.
Maybe she should’ve expected it. But she’d never been with anybody who would’ve done something like that.
Quickly – maybe a bit too quickly – she got up.
“Thank you,” she said.
He smiled.
“I made the mess. Seems only fair that I clean it up. I’m clean, by the way.”
Heidi smiled and answered the unanswered question.
“I haven’t been with a man in about a year and a half. At my last annual check-up, I was perfectly clean. So you have nothing to worry about, either.”
He grinned then.
“Now I feel special,” he teased her.
The oven timer went off, saving her the trouble of coming up with a clever retort.
“Come on, you can taste Mrs. Spinelli’s genius. And I’ve a slice of pie here. It doesn’t really go well with lasagna, but you don’t mind that, do you?”
“Not in the least. I don’t suppose you’ve got a spare robe?”
Heidi’s grin became a lot more mischievous as he nodded. He didn’t seem to make much of it.
By the time she got back with her Princess Jasmine robe, he understood why.
“I’ll roll with it,” he said, and shrugged into it.
So they sat in their robes, and ate excellent lasagna, followed by some pretty good, but not as good, apple pie.
But something was bothering Heidi.
She knew he was a fire-fighter.
That, by definition, did mean that he fought fires.
That had never figured into her thought process in any way. He had helped her out in a very sticky situation, she had bought him a drink, and it had just gone from there.
There had been something between them, and they had acted on it.
She knew that there were girls who were turned on by the fire-fighting thing. It was dangerous, and it showed that he was a hero.
She knew he probably was.
But she had seen the scars.
When they’d made love, she had felt them, but she had been in too much of a rush to have him to think about it.
Later…
Well, she had still needed him.
Now that the intensity of that need was simmering, she could look at him and see those scars.
It brought home the fact that he risked himself at his job.
It didn’t turn her on. It made her fill with concern for him.
And, unexpectedly, pride.
“You have scars,” said Heidi, as they slowed down on the pie.
He shrugged, as if it were no big deal.
It probably wasn’t, to him.
“Happens. You know, fires.”
She smiled. He was so casual about.
“I guess your job is dangerous.”
He gave her a cocky look that made her want to ruffle his hair.
“Does that turn you on?”
Heidi laughed, long and loud.
“No, I’m afraid not. But it doesn’t turn me off, e
ither. You guys have all kinds of safety protocol, right? Your odds of getting really hurt are very low?”
Christian shrugged again.
“We get smoke inhalation trouble, sometimes. But we’re trained. You have no idea how rigorous the training is, before we can make it through. We get a lot of people who want to be heroes, but a lot of it isn’t heroic at all. A lot of it is dealing with idiots. Like, my dear, you.”
Heidi shrugged this time, refusing to let him get to her.
“Hey, wouldn’t you be curious what a mace candle smells like? It didn't say on the cover that it would take thirty minutes for it to burn halfway down! And in my defense, I did close the window. The latch didn’t work properly. Zoe told me that, by the way, later.”
Christian laughed.
“I’m just pulling your leg. Now, I guess I can give you a personal fire safety lesson. I really should check on your apartment and put some pressure on your landlord to bring it up to code.”
Heidi was alarmed.
“Please, don’t! We can't all afford to live here if he brings it up to code. We’re all a bunch of struggling artistic types. There’s a ballet dancer who almost made principal, but didn’t. She’s trying to get a break in showbiz, and she’s sure she’ll get it any day now. There’s an artist who did some wonderful work for a pretty famous ad, and got ripped off. He tried to sue, but he couldn’t. Apparently, you need to have money to be able to sue for money. Then there’s Mrs. Spinelli. She is one of the most wonderful singers I’ve ever heard. She teaches me.”
Christian sat back.
“I’m not going to snitch on you, Heidi. Maybe I can do some work myself. Unless you mind?”
Heidi chuckled.
“Oh, you’ll have quite the audience. And you’ll be told how pretty you’ll look in a chorus line.”
There was silence for a moment.
“You are a really wonderful performer, Heidi. You’re an excellent singer, of course, but you have a way of winning the audience over, completely to you.”
Heidi inclined her head gracefully.
“Thank you.”
“I got in touch with a buddy of mine today. He’s an old friend, really. I’d kind of forgotten about him. But I was talking to another friend, and he mentioned Dale.”
Heidi didn’t think anything of it.
“Well, what do you think?” asked Christian.
Heidi looked up, surprised.
“Well, that’s very nice for you, I guess? Is Dale nice?”