By HeidiForReal! For me!!! I love you hun xxxx

Gettin’ a ride
After what happened by that tree, Claire and Rob found themselves left alone a lot. It seemed the others had their own things going (like sex all the fucking time), and Claire had found out that Rob was a really interesting man. He had the most hilarious stories to tell, and her ribs hurt, she had been laughing so much these past days. This special day, they were just making lunch, when a friend of Rob’s came by, on his motorbike. His name was Ewan, and he seemed like a nice guy. He had lunch with them, and after that, Simone and Heidi dragged him along to show him a ‘special place’ further down the beach. Little did he know what they were up to. Poor man. Claire was laughing just thinking about it. Before he left though, he gave Rob the keys to his bike, and now Rob was standing there, helmets in hand, and a glorious grin on his face. “Come on, Claire, lets take a ride”, and then he winked. He fucking winked. Oh you are so getting a ride, Mr. Pattinson.
She put on the helmet, and seated herself on the bike, behind Rob. Shit, has he ever ridden one of these?? He revved the engine, and they were off! Oh yes, he’d ridden one before. They were flying up the mountains. He had told her he wanted to show her a place he had visited some years ago. This could get interesting. She was hoping it was a desolate place. Her hands were wrapped tightly around his waist, and she was enjoying life to the fullest, feeling the wind hit her, and smelling her delicious Pattinson.
After fifteen minutes, Rob turned off the main road, and they were driving up on a secluded hilltop. He parked, and they got off the bike. Holy fuck, the view was amazing!! Behind them, there was a wall of trees, and from where they stood with the bike, they could see the whole fucking world. The beaches lay under them, and she could even spot the bus! And it’s passengers. Looked like they were playing volleyball. Well, some of them, anyway. She couldn’t spot Heidi, Simone and Ewan. They were high up, no one down there could see them. And the ground was covered in soft, green grass. It was just beautiful. “Wow, Rob. This is amazing!” she was grinning like an idiot. He had wanted to show her this. He wanted them to be alone. Him and her. Where no one would interrupt. She could feel a lump forming in her throat. He was so sweet to her.
He held out his hand to her, and pulled her along, so they could sit on the grass, and just relax, enjoy the view. They were talking about random stuff, family, jobs, their friends down there. Laughing a bit when they discussed Ewan and the girls. She sat with her head on his shoulder, and he had his arm around her. It was nice. Just sitting there, comfy. After a while, she could feel Rob’s hand move over her arm, stroking it lightly. She got goose bumps instantly. He hummed, and continued caressing her arm, enjoying the silence and the company. Claire almost fell asleep, and had to get up. She stood, and he looked up at here. “What? Where are you going?” he asked. “I’m just gonna stretch my legs, and wake up. Do we have some water?”. “Yea, it,s on the bike, grab one for me to?” he said. She went over to the bike, but could not for the life of it, find out how to open the damn box thingy that the bottles were in. “Rob, come here! I need water, and this damn shithead won’t open,” she mumbled. He laughed, and headed over to her and the bike. “Jeez, Claire. It’s this easy,” and he flicked a little tap on the side of it, and voila, water bottles. “Shut it, handsome. I hadn’t gotten to that side of it yet!” she mumbled, slightly embarrassed. He grabbed her face, and tilted her chin upwards, so he could look her in the eye. “Babe, I was just kidding, you know that,” and then he leaned down to kiss her. The moment their lips met, there was like a fire raging through them. Hands were roaming their bodies, clothes were ripped off, and all of a sudden, they were both completely naked, and he had her pressed up against the bike. “Sit on the bike,” he said, voice full of want. He lifted her up, and then he threw her legs over his shoulders. “I need to taste you.”
There wasn’t much Claire could do. She was slightly worried the bike would fall over, but it looked like Rob had it all under control, so she took hold of the bike, and let him do his thing. And damn, was he good at it. His tongue swept over her, again and again, and he was using his long fingers on her, in and out, while he licked her. Claire was totally lost to the world, she couldn’t think, or move. She just sat there, holding on, enjoying. After some miutes, she could feel something building, and she wasn’t having that. Today she wanted one, big orgasm, and she wanted it with him inside of her. “Rob, stop!” He stopped, and looked up at her, his eyes dark green, smoldering. “Let me have you,” she said. “Inside of me. I wanna cum with you inside of me.”
He lifted her off the bike, and kissed her, deep and with force. She could taste herself, and it wasn’t bad at all. She got even more turned on, and she pushed him away. She walked over to the other side of the bike, beckoning him to follow. He did, and when she had him beside her, she put her hands on the seat of the bike, leaned forward, and shot her ass out. She could hear Rob gasp for air. “Well, get in there, handsome” she winked at him. It took less than three seconds, and she could feel him push inside. They groaned, lost in the sensation of him inside of her. He filled her, and this position made it feel so intense, like he was almost too big for her. She loved the little sting of pain shooting thru her. He leaned over her shoulder, and whispered “I want you to look at our friends while I fuck you. Think about everything I’m doing to you, out here, where we can see everything, and no one can see us.” Fuck, that was hot. Her eyes fell on the bus, where she could see her friends. She was so turned on by this, it hurt! “You and me, babe, you’ll never look at a motorbike without thinking of me again.” Wow.. Hawt.
He bit down on her ear, kissed her neck, and rose up again. As he held on to her hips, he pulled out, slowly. When he was almost out, he pushed in again, torturous slow, all the way in. And out again. He kept up the pace, torturing her, for a while. She had never experienced being this turned on by that slow a fuck! It was like he was building up her orgasm everytime he filled her, and taking it back the moment before she exploded, by pulling out again. It was a wonder she could even stand up, the way her knees felt. Claire was trying to look at their friends, and every time she did, she almost came, but the bastard behind her, wouldn’t let her. After what felt like forever of blissfull torture, she’d had enough “For the love of GOD, Rob, you have GOT to give it to me, babe. My knees can’t take this anymore!” she all but whined. He laughed, but it sounded restrained. She looked back at him, and almost came at the spot. His face was so concentrated, his vains where showing on his forehead. His jaw was set, he was biting his teeth so hard it was a wonder his teeth didn’t break under the pressure. And his eyes. Hell. If guys could impregnate girls just by looking at them, she’d be expecting triplets by now! This obviously wasn’t easy for him, he was fucking torturing himself too!
“Rob, come on, handsome, FUCK me already. I’m suffering here” Claire begged. It was like he snapped out of a trance, and he growled, and then slammed inside her. Hard, and fast. She came after three thrust, but he didn’t stop. She was barely hanging on the bike. He had one hand in her hair, and dragged her head back, so it hurt, and she yelled out, this pain/pleasure thing was fuckhawt. He kept thrusting into her, growling, and she could feel a new orgasm build. It wasn’t long before she exploded once more, and then he hit a spot that had her have a multiple. Fuckfucketyfuck, she had never had one of those before! She couldn’t take anymore, and her knees gave up. But Rob supported her, as he slammed inside her a few more times, before he let out a deep groan, and collapsed against her back.
Shit. That was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. Holy mother of Pattinson. Speaking of Pattinsons mother, she should send her flowers. And champagne! Hell, she should by her a new car. As a fucking THANK YOU for having her son. Rob sank to the ground, and dragged Claire with him. He laid back, and positioned her with her head on his chest. He was panting like he’d just ran a marathon, and his skin was sweaty. She wasn’t much better herself. She couldn’t control her limbs, she just laid there, like a string-puppet. When she had recovered some, she lifted her head, and looked at Rob. He had his gorgeus eyes closed, and his hair was wild. He looked so content, she almost had tears in her eyes. “This is life, babe,” he mumbled. “You and me, here on this hilltop. Laying like this. Life..” She couldn’t agree more. Life.