Page 63 of Sachie's Hero

CHAPTER 16

Teller touched nearlyevery inch of Sachie’s body, kissing and tonguing his way across each breast and down her torso until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

By then, she was on fire, her nerves tingled, and she wanted him inside her so badly, she thought that if he didn’t get there soon, she might spontaneously combust.

He settled his big body between her legs and draped her thighs over his shoulders.

The position left her vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do, which was at once scary and incredibly exciting.

His thumbs parted her folds as he blew a warm stream of air over her heated clit.

Sachie’s breath caught in her throat as she waited for his next move.

A flick of his tongue made her gasp, and her back arched off the bed.

Another flick, and she reached for his hair, her fingers holding him there as he flicked and nipped at that nubbin of delight, sending incredible sensations shooting through her body.

She writhed beneath him and moaned softly.

For a moment, he paused. “You okay?” he asked, his breath warm on her sex.

Forcing air past constricted vocal cords, she managed, “Yes. Oh, yes.”

His chuckle warmed her heart while his tongue set her on fire, working her up to the very edge. But he didn’t stop until she catapulted over the top. Even then, he continued to flick, suck and lave her clit as she rode the exquisite wave of her release all the way to the very end.

Sachie collapsed against the mattress, breathing hard, still trembling from her release.

Teller climbed up the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms.

Confused, she frowned. “Wait. That’s not all, is it?”

He kissed her gently. “We don’t have to go any further. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything.”

She leaned back, frowning. “Feel obligated? What the hell are you talking about? Obligation is not what I’m feeling. What I’m feeling is that was just the beginning. Please tell me you’re not stopping here. I want more.” Maybe her anger was an extension of her desire, because she was fired up and ready to take charge of her own satisfaction.

She leaned up and pushed Teller onto his back. “What happened to me in the past is just that...in the past. I want to make love with you. Not for you to give me an orgasm and be done.” Sachie mounted him, planting her knees on either side of him and started lowering herself over his thick, hard erection.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Teller held up the packet he’d fished out of his wallet.

Sachie snatched it from his fingers, tore it open and scooted down his thighs. Then she rolled the condom over his cock, her hands working it all the way down. She fondled his balls for a moment before getting back to what she wanted, what she desired.

Him.

All of him.

Filling the emptiness inside. Making her feel special and amazing, not dirty and disgusting.

She rose over him and lowered herself onto him, taking his length into her slick channel. She was in control, going after what mattered to her. Instead offeeling dread at the way his body responded to hers, she felt powerful. She’d made him feel that way. Made him desire her.

And he liked her for who she was—all of her, despite her sordid past.

She rocked up on her knees and back down, increasing the speed and intensity with every pass.

Teller’s hands gripped her hips, guiding, not forcing.

His body tensed beneath her, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust upward to meet her downward momentum. Then he tightened his hold, bringing her down on him and holding her there, his face tight, his cock throbbing his release inside her.

For a long moment, he held her hard against him until his body finally relaxed.

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