Page 39 of Hero

I sound like an animal. So does he. We grunt and push and slap our flesh together until I’m coming again with a scream I barely manage to hide in the pillow.

This time he’s working up toward climax himself. I can tell by the sounds he’s making and the tension in his body. I’ve come down enough to recognize the signs, so I look at him over my shoulder so I can see his face contort as he jerks his groin against my bottom.

Then he suddenly pulls out his cock and squeezes it as he comes on my ass and the small of my back.

He falls down beside me afterward, pulling me down so I’m on my side. We lay together, gasping and still twitching occasionally. I’m washed with a kind of release of tension I’ve almost never experienced.

I didn’t know letting go of control could feel this way.

I didn’t know it would feel so good.

I didn’t know I would need it so much.

Zed isn’t spooning me. He’s lying on his back. But he reaches over and strokes my hair. My arm. “Y’okay?”

“Yeah. Good. It was good.”

“Yeah, it was.”

That seems to be enough for us to say. We lie in silence for a long time, relaxing and enjoying the satiation.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep when a trigger of warning alerts me. With a soft groan, I push myself up to a sitting position.

“Where you going?” Zed asks in a groggy voice.

“Back to my bed.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s my bed.”

“You can just stay here.”

“Rina won’t know where I am.”

“Rina is asleep.”

“Oh. Yeah.” I can’t think of an appropriate objection or any reason to argue at all. The truth is I don’t want to move.

I just want to stay here. In Zed’s bed. For the rest of the night.

Zed fumbles at the floor until he finds his boxers. He pulls them on without sitting up. Then he tosses me the undershirt he was wearing.

I pull it on. It smells like him, and I don’t much want to sleep naked.

Then he pulls down his covers and arranges me at his side, pulling the sheet and blanket up over both of us.

I have the most ridiculous urge to snuggle with him, but I manage to restrain the impulse. Instead, I close my eyes when Zed turns off the lantern and the room goes dark.

It usually takes me nearly an hour to still my mind enough to sleep, but tonight it only takes a few minutes.

* * *

When I wake up, it’s still dark in the room and I’m pressed up snug against Zed.

I know it’s Zed, although otherwise I’m disoriented from the fog of sleep. There’s no doubt that it’s Zed’s big, warm body against mine though. The scent of him is surrounding me, and I recognize the feel of the arm wrapped around me.

It’s Zed.

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