Page 282 of Unexpected Heroine

Lettie’s infused herself into my bones.

Perspiration dots my forehead as the tingles of my impending climax start at the base of my spine. I adjust my stroke, aiming for that sweet spot deep inside her.

She lets me know when I find it, breaking the kiss to throw her head back and whimpering a litany of praise. “Oh shit. Right there, babe. Just like that. So good. So fucking good. Don’t stop.”

I’m doing my darndest to hold off my release, but the way she’s bucking her hips upward makes it a nearly impossible feat. Need to get her off.

Why the fuck hasn’t she come yet?

Maybe she’s waiting for permission.

“You can come, sugar. Give it to me.”

She mewls and moans, keeping her eyes closed and head tossed back. I lick and nip at her neck, drawing a patch of skin in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. With one hand, I pluck and roll one of her pebbled nipples.

Still nothing.

I’m seconds away from exploding, so I slow my pace and withdraw. No fucking way am I coming without her.

Shimmying back down her body, I spread her thighs and go back to work. Not that it’s a chore at all. The opposite, actually. Licking Lettie to climax is a fucking pleasure.

Sucking on her clit, I delve my fingers inside her pussy, working her fast and hard, determined to get her there. So primed for release, I can’t stop my hips from grinding into the mattress. It’s a shitty substitute for her, though.

After a while, my arm threatens to cramp, and my lips and mouth fatigue. They can fucking go numb for all I care. I’m nothing if not determined.

“Hands, please,” she gasps, voice breathy and choppy. “Give me. Your. Hands.”

Slowly removing my fingers, I shoot a worried look at her. “You okay, sugar bear?”

She offers a tentative grin, reaching for my hands. “Yeah.”

I don’t believe her, but I also don’t want to make a bigger deal out of whatever might be happening. In lieu of forcing her to talk, I simply offer a reminder. “You can stop me at any time, Lettie. That never changes. Okay?”

“I’m fine. I just want your hands so I can touch you more.”

Slow and easy, I graze my palms over the tops of her thighs. As soon as she can reach them, she weaves her fingers through mine and places them on her breasts.

Well, fuck me. I’ll never object to holding those.

With her legs still spread, she tilts her hips slightly as if silently reminding me of my mission. I pulse my hands over her breasts, then pinch her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. My tongue goes back to work, lapping at her pussy like it’s possessed.

Within seconds, she returns to the precipice. At least that’s what the trembling in her legs and the pitch of her moans and cries suggest.

She releases one of my hands and grabs the back of my head to massage my scalp. “May I fuck your face, please?”

Is she fucking kidding me?

Unable to stop myself, I smile against her soaked pussy. “If you don’t fuck my face, I’ll be sorely disappointed, sugar bear.”

“Thank fuck,” she mutters, then shoves my mouth against her clit.

Hard.

It only takes five or six bucks against my face until she’s cursing up a storm. Her legs shake and twitch as her climax starts rocking through her.

“I’m coming. Fuck. I’m coming.”

I groan against her pussy, encouraging her and praising her at the same time.

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