Page 14 of In the Arms of a Hero

“Please… I want you,” she begged.

Settling his cock at her entrance, he managed to ask, “Ready?”

“Hell yeah,” she replied.

He plunged forward, burying his cock as deeply as it would go, then slowly slid back, memorizing the little sounds she made. A tiny grunt was forced from her lips before being quickly followed by a moan—both sounds were equally sexy. Her intense, lust-filled gaze was on him, and her fingers clutched his shoulders as though to hold him in place. He almost scoffed—there was no way he was going anywhere.

Sex for him so often just focused on the physical feelings he cataloged, but drowning in her eyes, he was acutely aware of all of her. The tropical scent that followed her everywhere was now teasing his nose, and he wanted to bury his head close to her hair.

Thrust after thrust, he slid in and out, the friction nearly taking him over the edge quickly. Forcing his mind to hold back, he wanted her to come again.

He sealed his lips over hers, the kiss deep and demanding. His tongue’s thrusts mimicked the movements of his cock. His body was hurtling toward nirvana, her warm sex gripping and her thighs cradling him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders,and then one hand slid to his head. Her short nails scraped gently over his scalp, sending tingles throughout his body.

“Are you close?” he groaned into her mouth.

Her reply was a nod, and then with a grin, she lifted one knee and began to roll. Understanding what she was doing, he grinned in reply and rolled with her until his back was on the floor and she hovered over him. Her braid fell over her shoulder, and the soft ends of her tresses whispered over his pecs.

Her breasts, tempting as they bounced with her movements, were captured by his lips. He pulled one deeply into his mouth, eliciting more moans. She rose and fell on his cock, commandeering the rhythm, alternating between slow and torturous, then fast and frantic.

With his hands wrapped around her waist, he lifted her just enough that he could piston his hips to join in the control of the movements. Her grunts and moans continued, and the tighter her inner core gripped him, the more she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

She bent, her mouth searching his again. As their lips met, her tongue dragged over his. He reached between them, pressing his thumb on her swollen nub. Her lips left his as her head leaned upward, and her fingers once again gripped his shoulders. Her head flung back as she cried out, and he stared at the goddess riding him.

Her hands weren’t the only part of her body that gripped him. Her inner muscles tightened around his cock, and the residual flutters were felt as he continued to thrust. He lost all control, and his head reared back as he powered through his orgasm. His neck muscles strained as he gripped her hips. When every drop was wrung from his body, he gasped for air, wondering where all the oxygen in the room had fled.

She fell forward as though boneless, and every inch of her was lying prone on top of him. He welcomed the slight weighteven as he continued to fight for every ounce of air. They lay together, and he would have been willing to stay connected. Finally, he rolled slightly to the side, keeping them united as their breaths evened. It took several minutes for his lust-filled mind to begin to clear, and the reality that he’d just fucked her on the hard floor hit him.

“Shit,” he groaned, searching her eyes as guilt filled him. “Did I hurt you? Christ, I never meant to take you on the floor?—”

A small laugh erupted, and she slid her hand around to cup his face. “Stop, Aaron. Don’t mess up our first time with guilt.”

He continued to stare, peering deeply inside, but found no recriminations. Slowly, his lips curved and landed on hers once more, now that he could breathe. He needed to take care of the condom, and that was probably the only reason he was able to force his legs to stand. Grabbing a paper towel, he hurried to the small hall bathroom.

He returned with everything wrapped in toilet paper and grabbed an empty trash bag from the pantry. He chuckled. “I know my brother loves me, but I doubt he wants my used condoms in his house. I’ll dispose of this when I get home.”

Belinda was standing and grinned while pulling on her underwear. “I was going to ask about the cleanser. I feel like I need to wipe off the kitchen floor!”

“No worries, I’ll take care of it.” They were soon dressed, and he grabbed the bleach cleanser from under the sink and made quick work of cleaning the floor. When finished, she walked to him and lifted on her toes, offering her mouth. Not about to deny that offer, he kissed her, pulling her close.

“It’s stopped raining,” she said, her voice wistful. “I guess we should get back.”

He made sure the house was secure, and they stepped outside, the sun now shining again. She carried the towels and blankets, and he held the ice chest in one hand, linking fingerswith their free hands as they made their way over the yard to the boat. He settled her in carefully, then added the now-wet blankets from the dock and the cooler.

As they made their way out of the inlet and into the bay, she gasped and pointed at the sky. “Look, Aaron! A rainbow! Oh, I wish I had my camera!”

He angled the boat so they could both enjoy the rainbow, and he pulled out his phone. It wasn’t the same as her photography skills, but he maneuvered to snap a selfie of them both with the rainbow in the background.

They sat for a moment in quiet reflection, then she leaned over and opened the top of the cooler. “We never got to enjoy the dessert you brought from Bess.”

“No time like the present,” he said, still sitting close as the boat gently rocked. They dug into the filled donuts, laughing at the explosion of fruity fillings that oozed from the sides. Not worrying about napkins, they ate and then kissed away the dibbles of pastry left on their lips. He’d wanted the date to be perfect, and despite the sudden rainstorm and the firey sex, from all indications, Belinda was having a wonderful time. And in what he was coming to realize was Belinda’s true nature, she had no regrets. He had to admit, he could have just watched her smile all day.

They made their way to the Baytown Harbor, where he’d left his SUV. He glanced to the side as they pulled to a parking spot in front of the door leading to her apartment. “Wait on me.”

He hurried around, opened her door, and held her hand as she alighted. Once upstairs, he stepped inside her apartment. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he bent to kiss her lightly. She opened her mouth, but he jumped in. “I’m not going to stay.” He waited, holding his breath, and then fear gripped him that she would misinterpret his words to mean they were a one-and-done. Seeing her assessing gaze, he quickly added,“Today was perfect. And I want more perfect with you. I want to see you again. I want to spend time with you.”

Her smile returned, and she nodded. “Okay.”

“I’m pulling an extra shift this week to have Thanksgiving off. I guess you’ll be with your family for Thanksgiving?”

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