Page 128 of Unexpected Heroine

She shifts off my upper body, scooting down until she’s straddling my hips. Leaning close, she kisses me. When she pulls back, she drags her tongue all over my chin, literally licking her slickness off me.

“Mmm,” she purrs. “You’re right. Tastes good.”

“Naughty girl,” I tease, bringing her in for another kiss.

Seriously, who the fuck is she? A wildcat.

I can remember our first time like it was yesterday and how I had to order her to kiss me after I’d gone down on her. Look at her now.

Occasionally, thoughts I’d rather not have attempt to break through the euphoria. Why is she so different this time? Is this a normal way to process her trauma? Is she going to break down? Is she okay?

Is this okay?

The weight of her supple body covering mine, combined with our joined lips, brushes aside those worries. At least temporarily.

I’ll trust her to take what she needs from me. To know her own limits.

Cupping her cheeks, I angle her head to deepen the kiss. When our tongues touch, she bears down against my cock, rolling her hips.

She stops kissing me long enough to adjust my dick positioning, resting it along the center of her slit.

Then her lips are back on mine as her soaked pussy slides over my length.

Without taking me inside her, she rocks her hips faster and harder. My palms cradle her plump ass, helping her ride me in a scooting motion up and down the ridge of my cock.

Jesus fuck. She’s going to get me off like this. Haven’t come from humping since I was in my teens.

And I don’t fucking mind one bit.

With what little rational thought I have left, I decide this is a good approach. We’ll build up to sex again.

Faster and harder, she grinds on me, dragging that perfect fucking pussy and clit over my dick. The erotic sound of her soaking flesh slipping over my skin mingles with her frantic whimpers and my breathy grunts.

She breaks the kiss to gasp for air and cry out in pleasure, sinking her fingernails into my shoulders. My balls draw up when her vocal inflection approaches that familiar pitch.

Remembering that she needs me to treat her like I normally would, I talk her through it. “You gonna come for me like this, Lettie? Humping my cock with nothing between us? Teasing me with the delicious feel of those slippery folds, so nice and wet for me? Drowning my dick with your soaking pussy? Is that how you want to come this time?”

Nodding and humming her response, she moans louder.

“Should I let you come like this?”

“Please let me come.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. Please. Yes. May I come?”

When I don’t answer right away, she slows her movements to stop from orgasming without permission.

Such a good fucking girl.

Using my hands around her ass and a buck of my hips, I coax her back to the faster speed. “You may come, sugar. Come for me.”

“Thank you,” she mewls, then slams her mouth to mine, immediately sucking on my tongue with a lustful hunger.

Damn. It would feel so good to slip inside her. Just for a second. Only a few pumps. I could do it too. It’d just take a well-timed upward tilt of my pelvis.

But I’m so damn close to coming I’d probably spill inside her as soon as I got in there.

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