Page 283 of Unexpected Heroine

Her movements slow as she rides it out, but I keep laving at her sensitive flesh to prolong her release. Once I’ve rung out every last drop, I dive my tongue through her folds and spear her pussy, swirling the tip to coat my tongue with her arousal.

“So fucking delicious when you come for me, Lettie,” I coo, then savor one last long lick with the flat of my tongue.

When I crawl up her body, I place a series of kisses along her frame. Her hip. Her belly. Her nipples, one then the other. I catch her gaze over the swell of her breasts.

She smiles, eyes twinkling down at me. “Get back inside me, please. Your turn to come.”

Powerless to deny a request like that, I finish aligning our bodies. I’m reminded of the first night when I studied her body laid out before me like a work of art. Dozens of positions I could put her in flashed through my mind. And, like now, I choose the one that keeps her as close as possible, letting me kiss her and feel her clinging to me like we’re trying to fuse together.

In a way, we are.

I reclaim her mouth as I nudge back inside her perfect pussy. It’s warm, wet, and feels as if it was made just for me.

No warmup needed this time. I get back to work, thrusting and pumping into her. In no time, I’m barreling toward my climax.

Before I let go, I hold her eyes and pour my love into her, like she’s done to me since the day I met her. “Love you so much, Lettie. So fucking much.”

“I love you too, Tomer.”

Fucking love her saying my name. First time she’s done it while I’m inside her. Damn sure won’t be the last. Not today or ever.

“Again,” I choke out. Those two syllables are all I can manage this close to the peak.

She knows what I want and eagerly gives it to me. “Tomer, Tomer, Tomer.” She smiles against my lips, peppering me with kisses. “I love you, Tomer.”

“Love you too,” I force out through gritted teeth. At least, I think I get it out. Could be all in my mind since her saying my name that many times has rendered my brain a ball of mush.

Lights flash behind my eyes in an electric symphony of brilliant color.

Without rhythm or finesse, I jerk and slam inside her as my release pours out of me.

Nothing has ever felt better than being wrapped up in her arms, I love yous on our lips, and our bodies joined as solidly as our hearts.

This might have been vanilla, but it was fucking perfection.

Well, it would have been if we came together.

Before I can think much about that, she drags her fingernails through my hair, lovingly scratching my scalp. Instead of pulling out right away, I linger to prolong the perfection. When I start to worry I’m crushing her, I shift to the side, delicately extricating myself from her tight hold on me. I wrap my arm over her waist and rest my cheek against her chest.

She twists so she can continue scratching my head despite my position change. For a long time, we steep in the moment. The sound of her heartbeat under my ear nearly lulls me to sleep.

Right before I doze off, she whispers, “Babe?”

“Yeah, sugar bear?”

“I’d love for you to fall asleep with me, but I think you need to get back to work, don’t you? There’s a whole thing going on with the Russian assholes.”

My neck stiffens, jerking my head off her chest. “Fuck.”

“Sorry. I don’t want Boss Dad to get mad at you.”

Initial panic receding slightly, my nose twitches with amusement. “Don’t worry about that. All I’ll do is tell him I needed some extra time because I couldn’t very well leave his only daughter unsatisfied.”

Her laugh fills my soul with blinding rays of light. “Yeah. If that doesn’t do the trick or he needs details, you have my permission to tell him everything.”

“Everything, huh?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes flash with mirth. “Like how you held me up against the wall and wouldn’t let me down until I soaked your face. Not once, but twice. Surely, he’ll understand that can’t be rushed.”

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