Page 83 of Unexpected Heroine

Doing more than twitching, my dick finally stiffens. I suppose since it’s clear she’s enjoying it and not just putting on a brave face, I can find enjoyment too. Even though I have no intention of getting off, it’s still pleasurable anytime I make my sugar bear feel good.

Lettie’s my one true kink.

She gets close to climaxing repeatedly yet can’t seem to get there, which makes perfect sense. For women, often more than men, it’s a mental game. Although she contends otherwise, her head isn’t in the right space for this.

Nonetheless, she wants this. She needs to prove to herself she’s not broken or damaged.

And I want her to have everything she desires.

Hoping to give her the edge she needs, I break the kiss and lower my head to her breast. Over the shirt, I find her pert nipple and suck it into my mouth. The fabric grows damp as I work my tongue over the hardening bud and pinch it with my teeth gently. She grabs my head with both hands, holding me firmly in place. The tiny thrusts of her hips speed up, and she keens in pleasure.

“That’s my good girl. You may come for me, sweetness,” I mutter around her nipple, granting her the permission she’s used to waiting for. “Give it to me. Come all over my hand.”

Her moans crescendo as she clamps her thighs together and convulses with her orgasm. Unlike usual, she doesn’t curse, yell, or say anything as she crests the peak. Instead, she simply rides it out with raspy breaths and a few cries of pleasure she’s unable to stifle.

And I let her, content to witness her reclaim a part of herself.

Once her breathing shallows and her body grows still, I capture her lips. My kiss is sweet and tender, only a little something to soothe the longing to reconnect with her.

When I pull back, I hover my face over hers for a long few seconds, watching her come down from her pleasure-filled high.

“You’re so damn enchanting.”

No matter how desperately I want to tell her I love her, I won’t do it yet. My words aren’t worth the risk of ruining this moment for her. If she doesn’t want to hear it now, or worse, doesn’t believe me, it’ll shatter the peace she’s found in this important first step in her sexual recovery.

“Told you I was ready,” she announces, her face tinted in a triumphant smirk.

“I never had a single doubt,” I joke, making us both chuckle.

She lifts her head, instigating a sweet kiss. Just a tiny peck that peppers itself straight into my soul.

“Thank you, James.”

A cringe rolls through me before I can fight it off.

She inhales, the air hissing through her teeth.

I regret my reaction immediately. Although I never wanna hear her say that damn name again, I’d be a solid gold asshole on top of a liar to make her feel bad about it.

With her eyes pressed firmly closed, she makes a tsking sound to chastise herself. “Sorry for calling you that.”

“Don’t apologize. You can call me anything you want.”

Always so expressive, she puckers her lips almost playfully. More than likely, she’s sorting through her card catalog of sassy retorts.

Instead of a bratty quip, her face suddenly hardens. The wrinkles around her eyes and mouth deepen when she throws a glare at me. “Wait a damn minute.” She raises up on her elbows. “Is that why you never let me call you James in bed?”

Although there was no prior that to refer to, I know precisely what she’s getting at. Opting for honesty, I admit, “Yes.”

Her gaze casts over my face as something dark flashes in her eyes. A pulse of anger. “Why was it okay during every other moment we spent together but not when we were havin’ sex? Didn’t those other moments mean anything to you?”

Ouch.

I never thought of it that way before.

All I can give her is my truth and hope it doesn’t make her more upset. “It was never okay, Violet. From the moment that name passed my lips, I hated it every time you said it back to me.”

The shadows behind her eyes fade, but specs of them linger. “Then why did you only correct me during sex? It’s like you only wanted me for my body.”

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