Page 41 of The Hero
It took every ounce of control he had, but Bob refused to do anything that might hurt her or make this experience, their first, anything but life changing and pleasurable.
He braced himself on one hand and used the other to seek out her clit. She jerked under him at the first touch of his finger on the sensitive bundle of nerves, but her body relaxed enough for the head of his cock to slip inside her a little bit farther.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.
“That feel good, Punky?” he asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear more of her husky words.
“Yes! So good. More, Kendric.”
Anything she wanted, she’d get. Bob continued to stroke her clit, reaching down every now and then and using her own natural lubrication to ease his way.
It wasn’t long before her hips were rocking toward him, begging for more. With each movement, he was able to slip farther and farther inside. Bob didn’t know if she even realized she was moving.
Before long, her hips were thrusting up and down, and she was basically takinghimfrom below.
It was one of the most sensual and erotic things Bob had ever experienced. He held himself still over her as he did his best to keep his hand on her clit and continue to stroke. Her eyes closed and her head flew back as she concentrated on the pleasure that was building.
Bob was loving this. Couldn’t wait for her to explode around him.
As he watched her take her pleasure, something registered in his brain. Stalks of hay were in Marlowe’s hair. He’d rolled them right off the sheet, and she was lying on straw. The same straw some animal was probably standing on earlier in the day. Which was unacceptable.
Without pulling out of her, Bob clamped his hands on her hips and rolled them again. If anyone was going to be lying on the rough straw, it would be him.
Marlowe jolted and looked down at him from her new position. Her legs were spread around his hips and his cock was halfway inside her.
“Take me, Marlowe Evans,” he said gruffly, holding her waist tightly. “As hard and deep as you want.” He moved a hand between her legs once more and realized he had better access to her clit in this position. Not giving her a chance to feel awkward about being on top if she was unused to it, he stroked her hard and fast.
She froze over him and arched her back. Her nipples were hard on her chest, and she was panting within seconds. “Kendric,” she cried as she finally moved her hips, trying to keep his fingers where she wanted them.
He stared at his cock. He wasn’t inside her fully, and he so wanted to slam her down against him. But that might hurt her. So he clenched his teeth and let her have complete control over their lovemaking.
She tilted her head down and looked at where they were joined—then gasped. “You aren’t even all the way in,” she blurted, reading his mind.
He smiled. “I’m big,” he said with no ego whatsoever. “Only take what’s comfortable for you.”
Marlowe blew his mind by looking him in the eyes and saying, “I want all of you.” She wiggled over him, rocking forward and back, and the next thing he knew, all of her body weight was on him, their pubic hair meshed ... and she’d taken him fully inside.
They both groaned, and Bob felt his cock twitch inside her body. She felt fuckingamazing. Wet, tight, and so goddamn hot, she was practically scalding him. And he never wanted to leave.
His fingers moved on her clit, and suddenly he needed to feel her come on his dick. Needed to feel her muscles spasming around him. It became his goal in life.
She jerked in his grip, both outwardly and inwardly, and Bob’s balls let loose another long spurt of precome deep within her body.
“Holy crap, Kendric! You feel so good. I’m so full!”
“Come for me, Marlowe. Come all over my dick. Let me feel it. I’ve got you, let loose, baby.”
He didn’t really know what he was saying, just that he wanted to reassure her. That he’d catch her as she fell. He stroked her clit harder. Her hips began to undulate faster, but she didn’t come off his cock even an inch. She kept him stuffed inside her as far as she could get him.
His balls pulled up, preparing to release their load. Gritting his teeth, Bob held on by a thread. She felt too good. His emotions were overflowing with everything he felt for his woman—including love.
He stared up at her face in wonder as she got closer and closer to the edge. Her fingernails dug into the bare skin of his chest. He didn’t feel the sting of the knife cuts he’d gotten earlier. Didn’t feel the coarse straw irritating the wounds in his back. All he could feel and see was Marlowe.
Suddenly, every muscle in her body tightened, and she held herself still on top of him. She was on the verge. All she needed was a nudge and she’d be flying.
Bob pinched her clit between his fingers and was rewarded with a strangled scream from his woman; then his cock felt like it was in a vise as she flew over the edge.
Marlowe couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel as she had the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. She had no idea how long she was out of it, but when she finally opened her eyes and looked down at the man she loved under her, she was smiling.
