“Hold it back,” she said. And then she explained. “This is Tantra. This is linking with me until we’re both ready to touch heaven.”
She was all the way down now and I was fully embedded. But when I wanted to thrust up against her, she moved with me, refusing to give me the friction my body demanded. And then she leaned close so that we were nose to nose.
“Breathe with me,” she whispered.
I did. I felt her breath against my lips, her nose inches from mine. I inhaled when she exhaled, drawing her breath into my body, and she did the reverse. It was like we were tuning into each other, breathing each other in. I felt the pulse in her body or maybe she felt mine. Her hands gripped my shoulders and mine tightened on her hips. We were completely in sync and again my world shifted. Like a puzzle piece finally fitting into its mate. We locked together in that moment, and it blew my mind.
She must have felt it, too. Her eyes widened as she gazed into mine and her breath hitched at the exact same moment mine did.
“Rob,” she whispered.
“Heidi,” I echoed.
Like two souls finally greeting each other. And we remained poised just like that in an eternity of recognition.
But it couldn’t last. The pleasure was too much. Every time we breathed together, my body pulsed inside her. As much as I fought it, I needed to move inside her. And if I couldn’t thrust, then I needed something else.
“Let me touch you. Give me your breasts.”
They were right in front of me, half hidden by her hair. At my words, she arched her head back and her hair slipped away like a curtain revealing prefect breasts, perfect nipples. I leaned forward to take one in my mouth. My hands trailed up from her hips until I was cupping both of her breasts, shaping them how I wanted as I sucked with abandon.
Except not with abandon because she touched my face and whispered, “Breathe with me.”
I knew what she meant. So every time she inhaled, I pulled her nipple inside. I tugged and stroked it with my tongue while her breath set the tempo. And soon, she was tugging at me, too, squeezing below to the pace we set together.
I focused on her body. On her breasts and her moans of pleasure. On adding a nip at her nipple at the end of each inhale. She mimicked in kind, squeezing me so tight that I nearly lost the rhythm. That’s okay because we were both unraveling. She started writhing in a way that I lost hold of her nipple, both our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. So next time she squeezed, I slipped my thumb between her folds. My hands were unsteady, but she didn’t need much. As we inhaled, I thrust my thumb up over her clit and she screamed.
Her entire body went rigid and then squeezed down on me so hard that I lost it. I shot off like a rocket. My free hand grabbed her hips and I thrust into her tight passage while she milked me. I kept going, spilling everything into her while she danced on top of me. The two of us were moving and gasping while pleasure rolled from her into me and back to her. Like our breath back and forth, still synced, and beyond incredible.
Mind. Blown.
And when it was done, we collapsed together gasping.
Never in my life had it been like that. The ebb and flow of pleasure between us. Sure the other times had been great, but this was an order of magnitude better. It took me a full five minutes before I had the capacity to speak.
“How’d you do that?” I asked.
She released a contented smile against my neck. “Told you. It’s not me, it’s you. It’s only like that with you.”
“Maybe it’s us.” Then I brushed her hair away from her cheek and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I definitely think it’s us.”
Chapter Fifteen
Heidi
“How many times?” Samantha squealed into the phone line.
“I don’t know. Nine. Ten. After the garage, we went back to my hotel room. Then there was the picnic the next day and again after the movie.” I didn’t tell her what he’d done to meduringthe movie. I’d never been one for exhibitionism, but he’d slipped his hand under my skirt sometime in the first half hour and had teased me until I’d come all over his hand, my face pressed to his chest so I wouldn’t scream.
“Wow, when you get your girl on, you go for the gold!”
I could feel my face heating as I lay on my bed in my crappy Indianapolis apartment. “It’s not just the sex,” I said, though that was pretty fantastic. “He gets my jokes.”
“Even your bad ones?”
“Especially those. And he likes that I’m smart. We think the same way about so many things. And when we don’t, he makes me think.”
“And that big Asian brain of yours does a happy dance.”
