Page 13 of Her Steadfast Hero

Honey. It was the perfect word for her. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth and sucked them in. “I knew you’d taste like honey.” Her eyes were wide, just a slight bit of gray rimmed black as she panted.

“Can I touch you yet?” Her voice was breathless.

“No.” David bent, and as he helped her step out of her jeans and panties, he took a long lick of her feminine folds and suckled her clit.

“David!” she wailed as she came apart. He grabbed her close and laid her down on the bed.

“Where are the condoms?” he asked as he reached for the bedside drawer.

“Wait, let me,” she scrambled to stop him.

Too late.

Score.

He had found Sarah’s little assortment of treasure. He pulled out a small vibrator that couldn’t come close to matching what they would be working with tonight.

“Too bad we don’t have more time,” he said regretfully as he placed it back in the nightstand. He pulled out a condom and stood beside the bed. He made short work of stripping, delighting in how she reached for him, but they were still on his program. “Sarah?” he asked.

“Hmmm?” She was in a fog. “Now, I need you now.”

“And I’m going to take you.” He emphasized the word take. “Hands over your head.”

“No,” she said petulantly. “I want to touch you. I love your chest.”

“Next time.”

“Now.” She pushed out her bottom lip.

It was too much to bear. He swooped down and shackled her wrists. If there were going to be a next time, he would have brought handcuffs. He grabbed her hands in one of his, and pulled them over her head, loving how her breasts were thrust into prominence.

Fuck, this couldn’t be the last time!

Sarah undulated, her breasts shimmering, taking all of his attention. Everything but the present moment flew out of his head. He suckled one piece of pink candy and savored the lusciousness of Sarah. The sweetest of all the flavors. She rolled her torso and begged for her other breast to have attention. He plucked and pinched, and she hissed out the word, “Yes.”

Over and over, he took, waiting for a sign. At last, her legs were wide open, surrounding his hips.

“Keep your hands where I put them, then you get my cock, do you understand?”

She looked at him in confusion. She canted her hips upwards, trying to capture him, tempt him.

He let go of her hands and went to put on the condom. She leveraged her hands against the headboard, and then used her feet to push high against him.

“Dammit, honey, let me get this on.”

She’d tempt a saint. Properly protected, he guided himself into her swollen, wet depths. She damn near strangled him with her need. Had anything ever felt so good?

“Fuck. You’re perfect Honey. Squeeze me tighter.”

He laughed. She was actually blushing. They were as close as two human beings could be, and she was blushing. She was a fucking delight.

“David,” she admonished.

“What? Don’t you want to know that your body is perfect?” He thrust deeper. Harder.

She mumbled something into his chest. He cupped her chin and tilted her head so he could see her.

“What did you say?”