Page 74 of All Superheroes Need PR
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
I obey without question, circling my clit with my fingers, the sensation entirely new, like I’ve never done this before in my life. The way it changes when he’s inside of me, looking down at me like this. I don’t last nearly as long as I should. I come around his cock, and his hips buck, and he curses.
“Gonna come on that pussy,” he groans, but I squeeze his waist between my thighs.
“Come in me.”
His hands are fitted around my waist, his claw tips just barely grazing my skin even though the pressure of his hands is firm, like he thinks if he lets go I’ll fly away.
“You sure?” he says, his hips losing their rhythm, his forehead scrunching up, his lips twisting together.
“Yeah.” I’m not on birth control, but I’m gonna get my period in a couple days, so I know that even if he were human, our chances of, like ... baby stuff ... are low. But the fact is, he’s not human, so ... I nod. “I’m sure.”
“Fucking love you.” He releases a gruff roar and collapses on top of me. He kisses me hard, and his hips slam up to meet mine, the sensations inside of me lighting so many different kinds of fires.
His eyes glow bright and then brighter to the point that I have to close mine. I hold on to his sides and crash up into his mouth and kiss him until his cock jerks inside of me. He fills my body in a rush. I can feel the temperature of his cum, and it’s higher than it seems like it should be. Warm and wonderous. I gasp. He’s panting, face twisting until he eventually stills and rolls off me onto his side.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, kid,” he says on a breathy laugh as he pulls me to him, yanks covers around us, and throws one leg over both of mine. He traps me to his chest. “You okay?” he says gently in this moment that hangs between us like a fallen star.
I nod. “Yes. Are you? You sounded like a demon was being excised.”
A laugh belts out of him that makes me smile. “You’re a knucklehead.”
“A knucklehead?”
He kisses the top of my head and then just stays like that, his face pressed against my hair, his body fully curled around mine. “Nah, you’re all right.”
“Just all right?”
“Nah, you’re the greatest thing that’s happened to me. Probably to the whole world, but it fucking sucks for them,” he says, sounding shaky. I’ve never heard him sound anything but sure before in my life. “Because you’re mine.” His arms firm around my shoulders. “You sure it’s okay I came in you?”
I nod. “I liked it. I want your cum in me all the time.”
“Fuck,” he laughs. “I’m getting hard again. I want you drenched in me.”
My whole body zings with electricity. My drowsy state is trampled by renewed alertness. “I wouldn’t mind.”
He kisses the side of my neck. “Don’t know if it’s even possible for me to get you pregnant, but even if I did, I wouldn’t be pissed about it.”
My arms around his body tighten. “You ... wouldn’t?”
“Not saying I want kids with you now, but one day, if possible.”
“None of the Forty-Eight have had pregnancies with humans—or each other—yet. It might not be possible.”
“If it’s not, I’d be okay. We could always adopt. Or foster. You okay with that?”
He says the words so glibly, like he didn’t just take a pickax to my heart and shatter the whole thing. I nod, overwhelmed, overcome. Tears prick my eyes, and all I can do is continue nodding.
He rolls me onto my back and hovers over me, looking at my face. “I’m here, and we don’t need to talk about it now. Just know, I want you. All of you. All the time. I got nineteen more dates till you marry me. We can figure out how many more dates we want beforewe expand our family, if you even want that. For now, though, we can keep practicing.”
“I ... I’ve always wanted a big family, but I just assumed ... I didn’t think I’d find anybody I’d want to do that with.” Who’d want to do that with me.
“You want me?”
I nod. “So much.”
“Then I’m here.” He kisses me and lines himself up with my body, already hard again. He pushes forward, and I moan, shattered heart blooming anew, twice as big and a hundred times more resilient.
