Page 39 of Heart of a Hero

Now, they stood, he in his boxers and she in her matching bra and panties—a gift she’d purchased for the express purpose of driving Mark wild. The look in his eyes gave evidence that he appreciated the effort.

Her gaze began to roam over his torso, and now her appreciation was evident. Mark was muscular without being bulky. His shoulders were broad, and his chest and abs were defined. A smattering of dark hair sprinkled across his chest and then made a line leading to what she knew was an impressive cock. What caught her attention most of all was a simple one-word tattoo over his heart—Benji. Seeing his son’s name made her smile.

Her hands moved to the back clasp of her bra. He stepped forward and gently brushed her hands away, replacing them with his own. He glanced down as the bra fell away. His thumbs circled her nipples before his hands cupped both breasts. “You’re beautiful.”

These two simple words were spoken with such reverence. Jeffrey had told her constantly that she was beautiful. But after four years of only occasionally hearing the words given in a perfunctory way from a date that was going nowhere, Mark’s comment slipped inside the cold she’d felt for a long time.

She slathered lotion on her body daily, paid close attention to moisturizing her face and neck, visited the dentist twice ayear, and used products that kept her hair strong and shiny. She accepted that her body was approaching thirty-nine and had borne two children. She hated to exercise, doing just what was needed to be able to eat a dessert with gusto. But right now, seeing her reflection in Mark’s eyes, she felt like a goddess.

He reached up to cup her face, his thumbs sweeping over her cheeks. “So beautiful.” He kept her face in place as he sweetly placed a soft kiss over her lips. They maneuvered until she was on her back on the bed, and his body covered hers.

The kiss continued as his hips settled between her thighs. The material between them now chafed as she lifted her hips to satisfy the need for friction. Just when she thought she might have to beg him to move faster, he pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of her and lifted upward. Sliding off the bed, he shucked his boxers, and her gaze landed and stayed on his cock. As a nurse, she was no stranger to all naked body parts. But in her personal life, it had been a long time since such a specimen had entranced her. Right now, she had forgotten everything before Mark and was focusing on him. He was long and thick, and she had no doubt he knew exactly what to do to make her body sing. And she was ready for a Mark-induced opera.

Bending over her, he slipped her panties down her legs, and now all their clothing graced the floor. Naked and needy, she lifted her arms, beckoning.

His smile widened, and she had no doubt it matched hers. He acquiesced to her silent invitation. Only when he crawled onto the bed over her this time, he shifted to the side. With his elbow bent and his head resting against his hand, he began exploring. His free hand drifted from her cheek, down her neck, his fingers pausing against her fluttering pulse. From there, he moved down her chest, leaning forward so his mouth sucked one nipple while his hand kneaded her other breast.

Her hands were not still as she explored his body. Her finger skimmed over his shoulders, dancing along the taut muscles. They traced his chest and along the ridges of his abs. Shifting so that she was also facing him, she moved her hand to his tight ass just as he squeezed hers.

His hand glided around and gently pressed her back against the mattress. His heavy thigh settled over hers as his fingers continued to explore. Now, they move downward, gliding through her folds, sending more sparks of need throughout her.

Then he gently slipped a long finger deep inside, and her hands clutched his shoulders, holding on for dear life as her need now crescendoed. Adding another finger, he created a scissoring motion that hit just the right spot. Her hips bucked upward as she gasped. He continued to move his fingers as her core fluttered.

She felt the cool air as he leaned away from her, but before she could protest, she watched him grab the foil packet. He ripped it open and quickly rolled the condom down his impressive shaft, already dripping with pre-come.

And with another quick shift, he was leaning over her, his hips once again settled between her thighs, now with his erection pressing at the entrance of her sex. In a move she found incredibly sexy, he linked fingers with her and, with his forearms pressed against the mattress, held her hands at either side.

He slipped inside with slow, measured thrusts until he was seated. Then he pulled back and looked down, and her smile met his. He began thrusting harder and faster. Flames licked inside, and she welcomed each thrust as the inferno threatened.

She kept her eyes on his face, drowning in their depths. Her core tightened, and she could tell with the hitches in his breath that he was close. She once again flew over the precipice, grinning when he followed her.

He continued to thrust as a groan came from deep in his chest, then ripped out of his lungs. He loosened his hold on her fingers, and she wrapped her arms around his back, holding him close.

When every last drop must’ve run from his body, he slowly lowered until his lips were barely a whisper above her. “Amazing,” he said between pants. “You are amazing.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” she said.

“When I knew you were coming over tonight, I bought the condoms because there was a part of me that hoped we would want to take this beyond kissing. But I want you to know what I feel for you is real, and I don’t want you to feel taken advantage of.”

A giggle left her lips, and she felt his chest move with hers. “No one took advantage of anyone here tonight. We aren’t fresh out of high school or college, untried and uncertain. I knew exactly what I wanted to share with you tonight. And knowing it was also what you wanted makes it all the more special.”

“My only regret about tonight,” he said, his smile wide, “is that we don’t have all night.”

“Oh, that is a regret,” she agreed.

He slid from her body and then stood after placing a sweet kiss on her lips. He walked into the bathroom, where she heard the toilet flush and the water run.

She slipped from the bed as he came out. Her hand glided over his chest as they passed when she went into the bathroom. Quickly taking care of business, she walked back out to see him sitting on the side of the bed, still naked. He wasn’t putting his clothes back on but seemed to be waiting.

“Do you have to leave now?” he asked.

“I want to spend the night if I’m honest,” she admitted.

He grinned. “God, I want you to.”

Relief speared through her. “Maybe we can plan something where that can happen.”

He stood and walked to her, then wrapped his arms around her back, pulling their naked bodies close together. “I’d be honored to spend the night with you because I don’t want this to end.”

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