Page 27 of Heron's Flame

Without warning, he tugged hard on the delicate lace, ripping it away and exposing my lower half. Being so exposed felt intimate and erotic, bared to his gaze and every whim.

I had fantasies about all the ways I wanted him to touch and fuck me. I woke more than once last night, aching to be filled by him.

The heat of his palms nearly seared my skin when he skimmed them up my thighs, only stopping to caress the generous globes of my ass. For a few seconds, he kneaded the swells, rocking me gently in the process.

Cool air brushed across my skin as he backed away. Heron didn’t say a word. I heard his belt and the buckle clatter, the snapof his jeans, and the zipper harshly yanked down. Before I could wonder what else he was doing, I felt the bed dip as he joined me again.

Something hard and hot, solid, and needy bumped my inner thigh before sliding beneath my parted legs to gently glide back and forth along my slit. A moan escaped my lips when I realized it was his shaft, ready and eager to penetrate me.

But he didn’t.

A tortuous snap of his hips pushed him forward before he receded again, teasing me as his cock gathered moisture from my neglected pussy. I tried to move and impale him, only to be rewarded with a stinging slap on the globe of my ass.

“Naughty girl. You’ll wait.”

“But,” I began.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised.

One of his fingers slowly entered me, pumping with precise, slow strokes. I tried to tilt my hips again, and he gripped them, forcing me to remain in place.

“Rebel.”

“I feel,” I managed to say before he pulled me up.

Two arms wrapped around me tight. His warm breath tickled the back of my neck before teasing the shell of my ear. “I’m trying to drag this out, my eager lover.”

“But it sucks,” I whined.

“Then it’s time I give you what you need. Yeah, my Spark?”

“Yesssssss,” I hissed, leaning back against his chest. “I’m so empty.”

With utmost care, he released me, turning me so my back rested against the mattress. My legs opened wide. He settled into the cradle of my thighs, his erection bumping into me but not sheathing itself yet. On his elbows, Heron stared into my eyes. A tenderness I didn’t expect radiated from him as he lowered his head and kissed me.

It occurred to me that maybe all the rumors weren’t true. Maybe he hadn’t found ways to slake his lust over the last twelve months with women from local bars or club girls. I had no right to him, no claim before the last few weeks, but the thought of it still made my heart ache.

Shit. I didn’t know how or when, but I fell hard for Heron.

It didn’t matter that I pushed him away or we didn’t interact much in the last year. That undeniable chemistry between us found a way. I knew in my heart that I was his as completely as he was mine.

His lips left my mouth and trailed kisses, peppering them over my jawline and down my neck, making their way up to my ear. “Relax,” he whispered, “It’s you and me, Rebel. It’s meant to be.”

I felt the tension and anxiety leave as I exhaled, realizing he’d been able to feel it and probably slowed things down because he thought I was second-guessing our intimacy.

“I want this,” I promised, resting my hand against the stubble on his cheek. “I wantyou.”

THE SURGE OF EMOTIONSpouring out of Rebel almost became too much to handle. They nearly overwhelmed me, but it was the ache, longing, and inadequacy she felt that spurred me into action, kissing her until I felt the tension leave her body. I knew she wanted me. I felt that same hunger and craving.

Leaning back, I knew I couldn’t delay this any longer. I had dragged it out until this moment, teasing and playing with her until I felt some of those emotions begin to level out. I wanted her to be as present as me, enjoying every moment of our union.

Taking my dick in hand, I began to stroke up and down the shaft, still rigid even though we had paused a minute. Fuck. It felt good but not half as incredible as she’d feel when I entered her. Pre-cum lubricated the tip as I caught a droplet on the crown, almost groaning as I lined up at her slick entrance. I would have stopped if she hadn’t been ready, but my Rebel was all in. I pressed into her, slowly pushing until I bottomed out.

Goddamn. She was tight. Wet.Perfect.

Her fingers grasped my arms as she said my name. “Manu.”

“Rebecca.”

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