He was trying to act normal, but he kept watching her, letting his car crash into the other racers, the restraining wall, even the spectators, because he couldn’t stop wanting her for a few seconds. Heidi was amazing. She wanted to try all the positions. They were well on their way, too, and he was plain worn out. She seemed to treat this as a personal quest. I want to get good at this, she’d said, blinking those big eyes at him, her lips bruised from all the kissing. You are good, sweetheart. He’d never had sex this good in his life. Now she was bustling here and there, bending and stretching, like that first day, jiggling around with a dust rag, then running the vacuum. He’d never thought housework was sexy before. She kneeled on the sofa and lifted a cushion so she could suck up nuts and nachos and lint. She was bent over, her butt wiggling enticingly, teasing him, until his erection could not be ignored. They hadn’t done it from behind on their knees yet. His car crashed into the wall with a tremendous sound and the announcer complained on his behalf.
