Page 15 of Hero

I’m not just kissing him. He’s kissing me back.

I slide one of my hands against his skull. His close-cropped hair feels delicious against my palm, and I want to keep touching it. My other hand has moved lower, hooking around his waist. His body is solid. Firm all over. Warm and getting warmer as the seconds pass.

I’m still trying to process the sudden surge of lust and need when he steps into me, backing me up against the empty space of wall next to the window. He’s not gentle as he cups the back of my head and deepens the kiss, and his urgency fires me up even more.

I claw at the back of his neck and arch against the length of his body. He grabs my ass with his free hand and presses my pelvis against his.

He’s hard in his flannel pants. The bulge against my middle is unmistakable. I suck in a breath at the feel of him. My pussy throbs. It almost hurts.

I had no idea desire could feel like this. So intense it aches.

“Esther.”

I make a silly whimpering sound at the way he mutters my name because I think he’s just saying it.

But he’s actually trying to get my attention. He straightens up to break the kiss, still holding my head so it’s tilted up at him. “You wanna do this?”

I blink. Is he crazy? It should be more than obvious that I do. “Yes. Don’t you?”

“Yeah. Just making sure.” He glances back toward his bed, as if he’s processing something in his mind. Then he swings me up and carries me across the room. It’s more expedient than romantic. He drops me onto his bed and is on me immediately.

It’s fine with me. I’m not looking for soft words or gentle caresses. I work on wiggling out of my pajamas pants and panties as he kisses me some more.

He’s on a mission now, and he doesn’t waste any time. He breaks the kiss long enough to yank off my tank top. Then he stares down at my bare breasts hungrily for a minute before he grabs one and fondles it as he captures my mouth again.

It’s strangely compelling. His blunt need and almost primitive urgency. It matches the way I feel too, and I squirm beneath his weight as he plays with my nipples and slides his tongue against mine.

After a few minutes, he lets go of my breast and uses that hand to feel between my thighs. I’ve been wet from almost the moment we kissed, and I make a little grunt as he fingers me there.

“You ready?” he asks, his voice a lot thicker than normal. He’s raised his head, and his eyes scan my face quickly.

“Yeah. Do it.” I arch up as two of his fingers penetrate me, pumping up in a way that makes me clench all around him. “Fuck!”

He must see my reaction because he halts his momentum long enough to fuck me with his fingers until I reach a quick, intense orgasm. My body shakes through the spasms, and a long, soft moan spills from my mouth at the rush of pleasure.

When I’ve settled, he moves his hand and fumbles with his waistband until he’s pulled his cock out from his pants.

He’s big and thick and fully erect. I stare at him, panting, as he pries my legs farther apart and settles his body between them.

He lifts my hips enough to align our bodies, and then he pushes his cock inside me. Both of us are staring down at our groins as he slides in partway, then pulls out, re-angles, and pushes in even more.

I was a virgin until this moment. Not because I was intentionally waiting but because I’ve never had the opportunity. Zed inside me stretches me, aches deeply. But even that ache is something I want.

Need.

I arch my spine. Squirm my hips. Let out an almost childish sobbing sound as I try to process so many sensations at once.

“This okay?” Zed is panting too, but he’s holding himself very still.

“Yeah. Yeah.” I can’t keep myself from moving. I try pumping my hips. “I need… I need…”

He chokes on a wordless sound and begins to move. He starts with slow, shallow thrusts. They feel good, and soon my body has relaxed around the penetration, adjusting to the pressure. But then I need more. I eagerly raise my hips to meet his thrusts, wanting to speed them up, make them harder.

At any other time, I’d be embarrassed by the little grunts I’m making, but now every sound I make drives me wilder, hotter.

He’s got control of my pelvis, holding my ass with both big hands. My legs are flailing strangely. I don’t know what to do with them. I claw at his biceps since I’ve got to hold on to something.

“More,” I gasp. “Zed, more!”

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