Page 127 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I
He guides me down onto his bed. He’s between my thighs. Our eye contact refuses to break even as his girth and length plunge into my womanhood. Stretching my walls, he’s already stimulating my sensitive spot. And we still haven’t broken eye contact as our heavy breathing crashes together.
Ooh, I feel it. I’m forced to close my eyes to bear the streaks of orgasm his manhood rouses in the concaves of my sex. “Ahh…” I cry out.
Four words are trapped in my throat, aching to get out.Hercules, I love you.And when he stops pumping, I realize I’ve spoken them.
I slap a hand over my mouth. “Sorry.”
I’m certain I look as terrified as I feel. In his mind, we just met on Tuesday after only screwing once in Boston before that. He doesn’t know that I’ve known and loved him since high school.
“That was the sex talking,” I continue because he’s looking at me as if he’s bewildered.
“Damn it,” he finally whispers and then looks down at his manhood gliding in and out of me. “I came.”
“Huh?” I’m confused.
“Inside you.”
That’s why he has that look on his face.“It’s okay. I’m not ovulating.” According to my calendar, I’m not.I think.
Did he not hear me say I love him?Maybe not, because his lips are on mine and we’re kissing.
The bedroom isfull of muted light, and Hercules’s arm is around me. At least this morning, we’re still in bed together when I wake up. I run my hand across his arm. It’s so strong. His chest, stomach, cock, and thighs against my back side make me so horny. I sigh noisily to let him know I’m awake and then shimmy my buttocks against his morning wood.
“Hey,” he whispers and kisses my shoulder.
Last night, after he came inside me, I washed up, and then we went straight to sleep—like the night before, though we couldn’t keep our hands off each other even while we were unconscious. Unfortunately, the memory of me telling him that I love him hasn’t gone anywhere.
He grinds me with his erection, burying his hard-on between my round cheeks as he reaches around my hip to stimulate my clit.
“Ah…” I sigh. It feels so good. “Hercules?” I nearly moan because my sex is already sparking.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Did you hear me say that I loved you last night?” I say, barely about to get those words out. My body stiffens as I’m on the verge of climaxing.
“Um… hmm. Damn,” he mutters.
I tremble and cry out as the pleasure spreads under my hood.
“On your knees,” he commands as soon as my shivering cools. He helps me get in position. “You’re so damn sexy.”
‘Oh Hercules, please,” I whimper. I can hardly wait for what’s coming next.
“I know what you want.” He slaps one of my butt cheeks. The stinging makes me wetter. “And I’m going to give it to you. Hard,” he says as he rips through me.
I scream when the tip hits the inside of my belly.
He does it again and again. “Do you feel me?” he roars.
“Yes,” I cry out.
“Do you want me stop?”
I grab two handfuls of sheets. “No! Please, no.”
Hercules lowers me, belly down, onto the bed. I’m turned on by his heaviness on top of me. This is what I wanted all along—for Hercules to weigh me down and crush himself against me and in me, just to see if our souls can merge. His burning sighs crash against my ear. They mix with my cries of delight. I’m so full of him.
“I love that you love me,” he says with each stroke and then… “Ahh!”
