Page 128 of Unexpected Hero

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is this really happening?

Can I go all the way with him? Am I ready?

My body says yes, but a nagging worry in the back of my mind says to wait. There’s still so much we’ve not resolved or settled. I don’t want to be merely a quick fuck.

I want to be more.

That worrisome part of me is quickly silenced when he finally releases my hands from over our heads, allowing me to explore his firm shoulders over his clothes. The amazing way he feels in my arms decides for me.

I need him. All of him.

Even if it’s just once.

Able to control my movements better now, I pulse and writhe, dragging my needy pussy along the thick ridge behind his zipper. He helps me along, driving himself against me, pulse by pulse.

But I want to feel his dick. Hold it. Squeeze it. Stroke it.

Taste it.

I’ve seen Freya and her lollipop enough to have a good idea how to do it.

Before I can figure out how to communicate what I want to try with him, he slips his hand between us. Once he works his way into my panties, all thoughts are wiped from my mind.

A blend of panic and excitement overwhelms me until I’m not sure whether they’re separate emotions. My eyes fasten shut, and I doubt I’ll ever be able to open them again.

“I’ve been dreaming about touching you here for so long, Lettie,” he whispers in my ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.”

The heat of his breath makes my clit pulse, and I involuntarily tilt my hips. The motion brings his fingertips fully into contact with the tender flesh between my legs, drawing a breathy gasp from me.

A man is touching me there. Skin on skin. Yet another first for me.

Butterflies pelt my insides as I wait for the pleasure I know he’s about to unleash on me.

He doesn’t make me wait long. Arousal floods my core as he drags two fingers along my slit and massages the silky flesh of my pussy. When he finds my clit, he swirls it for a few seconds before pinching it. I go mute, my mouth opening wide in a silent scream.

“You like that, Lettie baby?”

Unable to speak, I simply nod, a whining sound falling from my lips.

My grip on his shoulders tightens as he alternates between swirls, flicks, and pinches. I’m entirely overwhelmed by his presence and how he seems to know just how to touch me. My body is no longer under my control. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I couldn’t stop now, even if I wanted to.

“Is this what you wanted when you stripped down by the pool? My hands on you?”

Miraculously, I manage to utter a response. “Uh-huh.”

It’s not entirely true. I don’t know what I wanted other than to disobey him and push him to do... something.

“Do you only want this? Or do you want more?”

“More,” I whine, despite not knowing what I want or need. All I know is I don’t want him to stop.

His movements slow. “Say please.”

“Please. Oh please.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Slamming his lips back on mine, he rubs faster and harder against my clit, relentlessly flicking and teasing it. With my breath picking up, I moan and keen as he brings me to the precipice.

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