Page 61 of Heartland

“Yes,” she breathes, tightening against me.

Slowly, I pick up the pace. It’s sweet agony. With every thrust, she makes a breathy sound of pleasure. And I’m feeding off it. I break out in a sweat, trying to hold myself back.

It has to be good for her. I know Chastity really well, but I don’t know this side of her. My mind is blown by the way she’s clutching me and by all the sounds she’s making, like she can’t get enough. And the way she’s staring into my eyes, like she can see all the way to my horny soul.

It’s overwhelming. There’s so much tension in my body right now. The good kind. But I won’t stop until I give her something to cheer about.

Her hip fits so nicely in my hand. I slide into another thrust, and she moans immediately. I pick up the pace again, running when I ought to walk.

I’ve had a lot of sex, in every conceivable position. But I have never been this turned on before. It’s not just the novelty, either. It’severything. Chastity’s hands gripping the sheets. The sound of her ragged, hungry breaths.

It’s the complete submission of her posture right now—splayed out and taking my cock like it’s her only goal in life.

And giving it to her is mine. If I’m not careful, sensory overload is going to ruin me.

I slide a hand under my body, until I can fork my fingers over the place where we’re joined. I pass my thumb over her clit, and she shivers.

“Yeah,” I say. “Come on now. Get there for me. I need you to.” I’ve always been a motormouth during sex.

And Chastity doesn’t seem to mind. As I whisper little words of encouragement, she begins to strain back against me, her rhythm uneven and desperate. She shivers again.

“Good girl,” I babble. I close my eyes and give it to her again and again.

But I’m running out of time. Desperate, I take one of her hands and stretch it over her head, until I find the bedrail. And then I do the same to the other one, until she’s gripping it with both hands, wide-eyed and watchful.

“You like that?” I ask, and she’s instantly trembling.

“Then hold on tight.” I jerk my hips forward.

Right away she gasps. And when I thrust a second time, her whole body shudders around my cock. She drops her head back onto the pillow and sobs with pleasure.

Her climax wrecks me. It’s all I can do to give one last slow-motion thrust as pleasure roars through me. And then I pour my whole self out with a soul-deep groan.

For several long seconds after that, all I can do is try to remember how to breathe. Chastity is collapsed on the sheet, her chest rising and falling at the same vicious pace as mine.

The room looks like a storm blew through. There are clothes thrown everywhere, beer bottles on the floor. And then there’s us—sweaty and spent.

As gently as possible, I disengage. I place a couple of slow kisses on Chastity’s neck and then sink down onto the bed, my limbs shaking.

“You okay?” I croak. My voice sounds too loud in all this silence.

“Totally,” she pants. Like it’s a given.

I’m not entirely okay, myself. I lift the sheet and pull it over us on the narrow bed. I’ve lain in bed with naked women many times before. But this time, as my hand finds the bare curve of her hip, the moment feels shockingly intimate.

But we don’t talk. I’m all mixed up inside. Somehow, I was just fine with the pounding I gave her a few minutes ago, but pulling her close to my bare chest gives me goosebumps.

I make myself comfortable on her pillow, her body tilted toward mine. We lie there together a while, coming off the sexual high. “Are you sleepy?” I ask eventually.

“Not even a little,” she says.

“Me neither.” I kiss her cheek. “But I really need to get rid of this condom. And probably take a quick shower so I can eventually take you out for coffee and bagels.”

She gives me a serious glance before looking away. “Better test to see if the water is hot yet.”

“Good idea,” I reply, my voice still gravelly and weird. Everything is weird. Did we really just do that?

I wait another beat. Gingerly, I get out of the bed, running a hand through Chastity’s hair before I go. I hate leaving the bed, but I’m also glad that I have to.