“He’s more than capable of dealing with anything that could risk you and his face isn’t on the news. Plus, he’s got the sort of high-brow attitude that’ll fit right in at a party like that. If you took Deacon, he’d just end up punching someone each time they made him feel dumb, which would be a lot. Kit can look like he fits in while also making sure you come back.” I sighed, then looked right into her eyes. “And me suggesting you take Kit shows I’m trying here, right?”
Hera offered me a smile that melted me. It was the sort of look that reminded me I was in serious trouble with her. She rendered me helpless when she looked at me like that, when she made me want nothing more than to pull another smile like that from her.
“I don’t think Bowen was right,” I said, unable to help it. “Because I do trust you. If that’s all it took to get me to not use my powers, don’t you think I’d have seen it by now? I love you, Hera, and you mean more to me than anyone else. If it were really that easy, I’d know it by now.”
She smiled again, but this time it held a sad edge. She called me a liar with that look, implied that even if I didn’t understand it, even if I didn’t know any better, she believed I held back with her.
She thought that if I only really trusted her, if I opened myself to her, I wouldn’t use my power on her.
I couldn’t imagine that, though. The idea of someone touching me with that sort of power, it made no sense to me.
She didn’t make me say anything, though. Instead, she leaned down and took my lips in a painfully sweet kiss. When she swiped her tongue across my bottom lip, I parted for her, letting her in. She tasted of cinnamon, a holdover from her toothpaste, no doubt. She dragged one hand down my bare chest and to the line of boxers, pausing for only a moment before reaching down and into them. She wrapped her small, warm hand around my cock, forcing a thin hiss from me. It felt amazing and I lifted my hips into her grasp.
She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, and I lost myself to her, to her touch, to what she offered me. I wondered how I’d been so nervous before, because I wasn’t, now. Now, I only felt my need and her desire.
I wrapped my arm around her and flipped us, settling into the space between her thighs. It was strange how small she seemed when I did that, but I didn’t give myself long to think about it.
Instead, I pushed my weight off her and reached down her lush body, slipping beneath the silky fabric of her nightgown to find nothing but hot wetness. “Fuck…” I groaned as I ran my fingers up her slit, then focused on that hard bundle of nerves. She arched up against me, reminding me of what I’d done when she’d touched me.
It seemed no matter how different we seemed, we were far more similar. I shifted my hand down and plunged two fingers into her heat, using the heel of my palm against her clit.
She planted one foot against the mattress and lifted her hips with a wanton plea.
“That desperate, huh?” I chuckled, ignoring how the break in my voice gave away how much I wanted this, too.
She bit down on my bottom lip, the sting driving me onward. The way her cunt gripped my fingers said she was more than ready to take me, that she didn’t need any more time or effort.
And, hell, I didn’t want to wait any longer, either.
I pulled away long enough to push down my boxers, stripping down to nothing so I could have her. I allowed myself a moment to stroke the head of my cock against her folds before sliding deep into her with a single hard thrust.
She released the kiss and exhaled hard, as if surprised.
I pulled myself back enough to look down into her eyes, wanting to check. “You okay?” My words came out breathless, balancing between lust and concern.
She met my gaze, and that hit me like a rough caress. Why was it that when I looked into her hazel eyes, when we were joined, when I was buried so deep inside her, I felt an impossibly deeper connection.?
It made it more than just sex, more than just bodies, sweat and mechanics.
She rolled her hips, and that gave me the confidence to keep going. I pulled back and plunged in deep, taking her roughly and quickly. If Hera had a problem with it, she showed no signs. Instead, she met each thrust of mine, lifting her hips against me, urging me to keep going.
So I did. Especially since I had no idea what would happen, what was coming. So I took her as if it was our last time, as if I’d never get another chance. I lost myself in her body, in the warmth of her, the softness of her skin, the curves of her breasts.
I’d never believed in happiness, not really. I’d thought it some fairy tale people told kids, but I’d lived my life knowing it didn’t happen. Hera made me a believer. She made me think that those stories they told about some perfect life were actually possible.
I didn’t chase my release, not right away. Instead, I focused on the way she moved, on the little signs she gave about what she enjoyed and what drove her crazy. It was in the clutch of her fingers, the lift of her hips, the way her breath sped.
She was so beautifully close, and the fact I’d done this to her made it all the better. It wasn’t Knox, it wasn’t anyone else, it was allme.
I didn’t mind sharing her, but I couldn’t deny the confidence I felt because of this moment. Then again, what I’d discovered was that when in the moment, when I let my partner’s wants lead, when I stopped thinking and trying to prove anything and just spent time with them, things just worked.
In short? I’d spent too much time worrying, too much time questioning myself.
Now, though, with all my focus on Hera, on us, it just worked.
The sensual roll of her hips and her shiver said she neared her end, and I desperately wanted to watch her crash over that cliff, to watch her freefall into her release. She gasped, her fingers curling in so her nails dug into me just as she came.
Her pussy clamped down around me, the snugness staving off any hope I had of lasting longer. I gave in to the moment, the pressure of her cunt, the connection between us. A tightness rolled through my lower back, my body tensing just before I spilled into her, before I took her lips in a punishing kiss.