Page 45 of Broken Hero
“Hey, you don’t need to be nervous,” I say in a quiet voice.
“I don’t want to disappoint.”
My heart hurts for him, but at the same time, I want to chuckle. “Dec, you have just given me the best orgasm I haveeverhad, and your dick hasn't been anywhere near me, so stop worrying and relax. I don't care if you come straight away.”
He nods. “I'm glad it's you.” He looks into my eyes. My heart lurches again.
I lie back as he gets the condom on.
“You’re perfect.” He whispers.
And seriously, this man thinks he could disappoint?
He leans over me, and I feel his cock at my entrance. “Ready?”
I nod. “Oh yeah...”
He slides inside me inch by inch. He’s big everywhere, including there, so I'm relieved that he takes his time easing himself in. I think it’s more for him to control himself, but I need to adjust to his size.
“Oh God, Declan.” I gasp.
He slides inside me further until he is planted there. I know he’s trying to show restraint. How many times do I have to tell him that I don't give a damn?
I place my hands on both sides of his head and whisper in his ear. “Let go, Big Guy. Let go like you want to.”
I don't just hear the groan escaping him, I feel it all through my body. I lift my knees, adjusting my hips so that he goes even deeper.
He withdraws and surges into me. I gasp at the sensation. I'm still sensitive from coming, and I feel every inch of him. He braces his arm on either side of me and surges into me again. “Fuck Sophie, you feel so good.”
“Harder...I want you harder.”
He does as I ask and surges into me even harder. I want him to lose it - he’s always so in control. I wrap my arms around his back and dig my nails in, while lifting my hips.
That does it – he let’s go - surging into me faster, more forcefully, again and again.
My body starts to tingle all over, the feeling overtaking me, “I'm gonna come again, Declan.” I can't believe that I'm going to come again so soon, that never happens, but he’s so big - I can feel himeverywhere.
“Faster baby,please.”
His breathing his heavy and the grunts he makes every time he surges inside me make me closer and closer to the edge.
“Jesus Christ, Soph. Oh fuck...” He moves faster and faster.
“I'm coming...God. Dec, now! I'm coming...” And I fall into pure bliss.
He stiffens and groans loudly, and his movements get jerky as he comes too. This is good...really good. My orgasm is a lot shorter this time but no less intense. Oh, I want to do this again and again. Ineedto do this again and again - even if I might not be able to walk tomorrow.
He collapses onto me, burying his head in my neck. A few seconds go by of him crushing me, and I like it, love that he’s crushing me, but I do need to breathe.
I kiss his neck and his shoulder. The scarred shoulder. I don't even notice. I can't believe he thinks I would care about that - this magnificent man that has no idea of his worth. He thinks he isn't worth anything. I'm going to change that. If it kills me, I'm going to make him realise what a man he is.
Eventually, because I need air, I need to say something. “Er, babe. Can't breathe here.”
He immediately shifts his weight off me, withdraws - with a mew of protest from me - and collapses with his back to the mattress. “Shit, sorry Sophie, that was...fuck that was...” He trying to think of the words.
I roll into him. “Amazing? Out of this world?”
“Yeah, that.” He pants. “And you came again?”
