Page 179 of Unexpected Hero

Nothing.

I rub my hands up and down his back, enjoying every sensation. From the way he fills me up to the warmth of his skin on mine. His weight on top of me and his taut muscles. And the delicious sounds he makes — all those gasps, grunts, raspy breaths, and deep groans.

Everything about this moment is perfect.

It’s flawless.

He rises to his knees, pulling himself away from my upper body but keeps us connected where it counts. Using my skirt, he hefts my waist to the ceiling, making my ass rise while he shuffles his knees under my backside.

“Keep your head and upper back down. Relax and let me guide your movements.”

I offer a tentative nod and watch him work.

He grips my skirt tighter, using it as a belt to drag me harder onto his cock and then shove me away. Again and again.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he bucks into me, heaving my lower body around like I weigh nothing.

“There are so many positions I want to put you in, but I can’t keep my mouth away from yours. I have to fucking kiss you.” Moving again, he lets go of my skirt and falls back forward. “You’re doing great, baby. So proud of you.”

And then he kisses me.

It starts out sweet and adoring but soon intensifies until he’s ravaging my mouth.

“Sugar, you feel so damn good wrapped around me—your hands around my shoulders, your thighs around my hips, and your silky pussy around my cock. Your body was made for me.”

My hips buck harder as my arousal spikes at his proclamation. He responds to my body’s plea, driving himself faster and harder. He adds a grind at the end of each downward thrust, dragging the base of his cock over my clit.

After only a few seconds of that enchanting move, a telling flare of warmth starts in my core, spreading outward in intoxicating waves.

My voice pitches as pleasure overtakes me. “Shit, shit, shit. Just like that. Don’t stop, babe. Please, don’t stop.”

“Yes, sweetness. Fucking come for me.”

I sink my nails into the flesh of his back, unable to control myself. As my climax spirals outward from my core, I cling to him like he’s tethering me to earth.

“That’s it, Lettie baby. Give it to me.”

When I crest the peak of my orgasm, something new happens. My channel spasms and clenches around his thick cock. With something for my walls to grip onto, my climax reaches new heights.

So full. So fucking full.

Lights dance behind my eyelids, and my legs go rigid as I come harder than I ever have.

Speeding up his pace, he buries his head in the pillow beside my head. His grunts, so close to my ear, are positively erotic and feral sounding. Snaking his arm under my shoulders, he holds me tight. It’s like he needs me closer. It’s all I can do to hold on as he thrashes into me like a wild animal.

It’s my body that brought him to this point.

Suddenly, his movements become jerky, losing the steady rhythm. He bottoms out with one final stroke, holding himself deep while he tenses and quivers.

Holy shit. He just came.

Not sure why I’m surprised. Orgasm is pretty much the point, isn’t it?

He sags against me, all the tension gone from both our bodies. My fingertips trail over the nape of his neck, and I hold him close to me.

Contentment cascades over me like a dusting from a pleasure pixie.

I soak up the stillness and peace of the moment, knowing it’s the only one I’ll ever have. You only have one first time. And what I’ve given him I can never get back.

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