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“I might, I just might again,” I say under my breath as I follow her. Before I step into the bathroom, I take a quick detour into the closet and undo the lock on the front zipper of my bag where I’d stashed the condoms. I would need these. Yes, it was probably pointless since my litter of swimmers was deep inside her, but I understood enough basic biology to not tempt fate. The last batch may die off before she ovulated, but the next might be strong enough to survive. This woman made me stupid, that much was obvious. I could easily be distracted enough to never think of a condom again.
She already has the water going when I step into the bathroom. No doubt, Heather is the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I step into the shower and stare at the water running over her perfect breasts and lower, down her abdomen, to her beautiful pussy. Every inch of her calls to me and her pussy is no exception. I want to taste and touch her everywhere. My cock is waking up, wanting more. Would she be up for another round? I certainly hope so.
Washing her body is nearly a religious experience for me. My fingers glide over her skin, sliding over her sweet flesh. I seek out her clit, circling it with my finger. She gasps and then moans. She's still slick, maybe from my cum, maybe just from her excitement, but it feels incredible. I'm fully invested in taking her to the next level.
Heather turns, and my cock slides between her ass cheeks. I gasp as the skin of my cock catches a little on her butt cheeks. It is amazing, better than jacking off.
I slide my fingers down to her clit, pressing just enough to get a response. She arches back against me, her ass lifting just a little. Heat swamps me. I need to be inside her. I line up but remember the condom. Her ass keeps rubbing against me, tempting me.
I grab the condom and rip it open, rolling it on fast. My knees bend just enough so I can slide into her pussy. I want to fuck her ass, but we hadn’t talked about it. Doing that without discussing it would be one way to ruin our relationship.
She’s about to come even though I’ve just entered her. Her pussy walls are squeezing me, and she’s gasping. Slamming into her would feel so good, but I take this slowly. My fingers seek out her clit and I toy with her, taking her closer to the edge.
The moans I’m getting from her ramp up my excitement. I stroke in a little faster and she gasps. I’m going to go crazy if I have to keep moving this slowly. But what a way to go. She’s so freaking sexy I can’t hold it together. She’s better than I ever could have guessed.
“Mmm, Baxter, so fucking sexy.”
Her words make everything hotter. She wants me, and I can’t hold back. Then she gasps and arches her back. Her hands are clawing at me as her pussy squeezes around me. I want to shout my triumph at bringing her to orgasm. She is putty in my hands as her body relaxes. I can’t hold back. I slam in, fucking her hard. She’s gasping as she holds tight to my arm.
“So good, Heather. You’re so freaking good.”
“Baxter.”
My name on her lips is enough to make me come. This time was just as intense as before. Though I wish I hadn’t worn the condom because feeling her come around my cock was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.
The sigh Heather releases sticks with me long after our shower. That noise twists through me, snagging my heart, making me want for so much more than I had.
Not long after we stretch out, her breath evens out. I’m still awake as she lies with her head on my shoulder, her hair fanned out on my chest. I wasn’t into cuddling. I usually got up, kicked the woman out, or went to my computer and worked until I was exhausted. But with Heather, I want to remember this moment forever. I’m afraid I’ll screw this up. She’s perfect, and I’m not. She’s always been amazing, and I’ve never been. I can’t believe I ever walked away from her. My life wasn’t better without her.
My earlier vow to stay distant mocks me as she sighs in her sleep. Heather isn't the type of woman I can stay away from. My parents hate her. It is obvious from the way my mother turned up her nose when Heather walks into the room. The words my dad said under his breath showed how much he dislikes her.
This weekend was about showing my father how responsible I was for choosing an acceptable woman who would help me settle down, but I was starting to not care what he thought. Having Heather was beginning to mean more than having the company.
The next morning, I find the bed empty. A pang of sadness fills me. I can't stand the thought of her not being in my arms so I go in search of her. Was I really this whipped? I knew the answer, and I wasn't sure I liked how easily I've fallen for her.
I find her on the back patio with Alisha. They're sipping coffee. Fruit and a few pastries are laid out on a tray. For a few seconds, I can observe without their notice. Heather really is beautiful, but it's more than just looks. There's a light inside of her, and I can't stay away. This isn't just lust and getting my rocks off, my feelings for Heather have taken over.
“We’ll have brunch in a few hours when your parents get up,” Alisha says.
I nod and pour myself a cup of coffee before sitting next to Heather. She leans in and brushes her lips over mine. I still feel it, that connection we’d made last night. It was the type of connection built to last.
My father comes down and looks at me before curling his lips into a sneer. Heather notices, her shoulders getting stiff, though she says nothing. His attitude is wearing on my nerves. Living in New York, working at the company managing one of the larger divisions, has given me some inner strength. I know what I’m doing, and I’m making good decisions for the company. Though I’m not the CEO, I’m important. Heck, I wasn’t the same boy who had fought for his daddy’s attention. I didn’t need his approval.
Heather takes a sip of coffee, and her gaze meets mine. Maybe proving myself wasn’t worth it. I’d gotten the buttercup tattoo because it reminded me of her, but had I lost myself trying to become someone my dad would accept?
“Would you like to take a walk?”
Heather’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and she nods. I hold out my hand, and when she takes it, my heart skips a beat. She’s gotten to me without even trying.
“Grab your coffee.”
“Sure. Thank you, Alisha, the coffee is lovely. If you like, I can help you get brunch on the table later.”
My dad opens his mouth to say something but Alisha beats him to the punch.
“You’re too kind. I have someone coming in to cook in an hour, but I would love to have your help with the drinks.”
Heather nods and smiles at my dad. “Good morning, Andrew.”
