Page 206 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I
My head feels balmy. “Oh,” escapes with a moan as I shudder all over. Every cell that comprises me has been waiting too long for this.
We’ve made it to a bedroom that’s fit for a king with its spotless white bedding, red leather, tufted headboard, a soaking tub next the window, and three-sided views of our great metropolis. Hercules breaks lip contact to lay me down carefully on the mattress. We don’t look away from each other as he stands erect. I brace myself up on my elbows, feeling as if at any moment, I might sink into a world called bliss. Our chests rise and fall in unity. My yearning is so overwhelming that I’m lost for what to do next, since I want to do it all at once.
Then Hercules snatches off his black T-shirt. My eyebrows shoot up at the pleasing sight of his hills and strength.
He smirks seductively. “You’re next.”
My grin mirrors his as I take off my white oversized T-shirt.
His eyebrows flit up at the sight of my breasts in my black lace bra. I unlatch the clasp in the front. He sucks a sharp intake of air between his teeth.
Here he comes…
I float back onto the king-sized bed as he spreads his hard body on top of me.
“Oh, Herc…” The rest of his name is replaced by trembling breaths when his moist and soft tongue encircles my nipples, spreading volts of pleasure down to my core.
My fingers weave through his hair as I plant delicate kisses on his forehead. I moan as he sucks my other breast into his soft mouth.
I’m overly saturated down there, especially as his fingers journey up and down my slit through my pants and press down on my clit. Mouth caught open, I choke on sounds of pleasure as an orgasm streaks through my hood like volts of lightning.
“Ah,” I finally am able to say as my throat releases the loud cry trapped by ecstasy.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Hercules whispers, then all stimulation abandons my body. “Take your pants off.”
He’s almost out of his bottoms. It takes a me moment to stop gazing greedily at his massive erection and unzip my black jeans and push them and my wet panties down my legs.
We’re both naked, grinning at each other, consenting to what’s only moments away from occurring between us with lustful gazes. I tremble with need, and so does he. Then he stops, and we’re face-to-face, staring into each other’s eyes. The longer we’re this way, the more my heart swells.
“I love you, Paisley Grove.”
I inhale sharply. “My whole life, all I wanted was to hear you say that to me,” I say, choked up.
Then, delicately, his lips are on mine, our tongues swirling around each other. I pinch my arm against the back of his neck, holding him close. Hercules groans into my mouth as he guides me back down the bed, postured between my thighs. The pressure of his erection pushes against my wetness then…
“Ah…”
He soars through my sex like a rocket. Our mouths are insatiable as he strokes me deeply, indulgently. I pitch my hips up to clash with his.
“I want…” I whisper then moan.
Hercules is shaking like a leaf agitated by the wind. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
He doesn’t understand as I thrash my head against the pillow, lost in ecstasy. He can’t give me what I want. I want to be inside his skin. I want our hearts to merge, our souls to be one.
“I want you,” I whimper then sigh.
“Mm…” His tongue dives deep into my mouth as the tip of his cock presses deep into me.
His mouth against my ear, he whispers, “I need you to co—Ooh. Umm…”
He didn’t have to finish what he was saying. I heard him loud and clear. Eyes pinned to his struggling face that makes him look so damn sexy, I grab two handfuls of the white duvet and twist my hips just a smidge.
“Ah, Hercules,” I scream, uninhibited, when pleasure swells through my core then grows. “Yes, baby, like that.”
It grows.
And grows.
