Courtney knew this was crazy, but didn‟t want to stop. She shook her head no, then felt the strength of his grasp as they started walking to a bench near the back of the gym.
They sat straddling the bench, facing each other. Ryan leaned forward and captured her mouth again. The kissing became passionate immediately. Their tongues wrapped tightly around each other, caressing and stroking. He put a hand on her breast and cupped the form of it through her spandex halter-top. Her nipple beaded in excitement and his fingers pinched it harder.
He broke away from the kiss and whispered, “Can we take this top off?”
“If you take yours off,” she murmured.
Courtney pulled her halter up over her breasts and head, letting it fall to a pile on the floor. His eyes went to the fullness of her breasts, then to her nipples like they were bull‟s eyes he was aiming for. She scooted closer to him, draping her legs over his. Pressing her cunt against the hardness waiting there for her, she stopped short as he pressed back. This was madness. It was too soon.
He yanked off his tank with both hands, then threw it to the floor. His muscular arms and shoulders and chest assaulted her eyes with pleasure. What a flawless male specimen. She slid her fingers across his chest, across the fine bit of hair that grew between his nipples. She took her time to pause at one of those brown nipples and squeezed its tip. Her fingers moved to the strong, thick biceps of his right arm and played there for a moment. Yum.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked softly.
Her gaze swept up to his face and she saw a look of raw hunger there. It scared her and the doubts about him came rushing back. Questions needed to be answered before they went any further.
She put a hand flat against his chest to stop him, like a traffic cop at an intersection. “Are you really a fireman?”
His smile was warm, like the sun on a bright spring day. “Firefighter Cornell from Ladder 69 at your service. What can I do to help you?”
“Ladder 69?” She questioned. “You‟re joking.”
Ryan chuckled. “Seriously. That‟s the name of our truck.”
That damn perfect smile of his made it difficult to focus. Don’t fall apart, Courtney. Her eyes narrowed. “Tell me what a backdraft is.”
Ryan grinned in challenge. “Do you even know?”
She crossed her arms, covering her breasts. “I‟ve heard about it before in movies.”
Leaning forward, he gently kissed her lips. His gaze softened. “I don‟t think you know anything at all about it.”
“It‟s a fire burst.”
“You‟re on the right track.” Ryan nodded. “A backdraft is when a fire is starved of oxygen. The combustion ceases, but the smoke and the fuel gases remain at a high temperature.” He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed with his fingertips in a seductive manner. “If oxygen is reintroduced to the fire, like someone opening a door to a closed room, combustion can restart often resulting in an explosion as the gases heat and expand.”
“That‟s interesting.”
“And dangerous. Any more questions right now?”
“Just one.” She stared him in the eyes, looking intently from one aquamarine wonder to the other. Ryan stared back with a force of heat making Courtney feel like she could melt. Try as she might to find something wrong with him, she couldn’t. Her gut feeling was that it felt right. “Can I trust you?”
“Of course.” Ryan‟s jaw dropped and lines creased his forehead. “You could trust me with your life, Courtney.”
She let out a breath and those troublesome thoughts vanished like a paycheck at bill paying time. His sweet smile returned and alleviated any remaining doubt. His answers were good enough for her. Turn on the green light and turn off the doubt. Ryan was the man for her first time out after the divorce. She stared at his chest, taking in his perfectly sculpted pectorals. His upper body was strong and hard, like she knew his cock would be. She put both hands on his chest to feel the warm skin.
Ryan looked intently at her feminine mounds with the pale, pink nipples. He placed his hands on one soft breast, then the other. His thumbs teased the already pebbled nipples. His fingers squeezed the aching, needy breasts, then he leaned his head down. Putting his lips over one, he sucked it deeply into his mouth as he rubbed the other with a firm hand. She arched her chest out for him and leaned her head back. She came alive with his touch. It felt wonderful to have a handsome man give attention to her breasts. It had been too long.
He went back and forth kissing, sucking, pulling on her nipples until they stood at attention, wet with his saliva. They tightened and tingled. Ryan‟s lips traveled over her breasts, taking the fleshy parts into his mouth and sucked gently. She moaned with a yearning she hadn’t recognized in ages.
They kissed deeply, one more time, exploring each other with a fierce intensity. She found herself slipping into another world, losing herself in sensation.
“Lay down on the bench,” he whispered.
Before she knew it, she was laying horizontal on the bench as he had requested.
