Free Just Like a Hero by Patricia Pellicane

squeezed her nipples with two fingers each, pulling at them as her legs parted and her hips moved.
    He made a soft sound deep in his throat that combined with the look in his eyes, Lexie took for pain. She wondered how long he’d resist and thought she’d push until the thought of resisting was long forgotten.
    Next, still holding her nipples, she shook them, which allowed her breasts to bounce. She heard another sound escape his throat and smiled. Her hands smoothed over her midriff and down her soft, flat belly to her hips, her thighs and finally inside her legs and up to frame her pussy.
    “Good so far?” she gasped a bit breathlessly.
    Lexie felt a warm flush. She looked down to see her skin had turned a soft shade of pink. She felt her pulse in her pussy and wondered if he could see it throb.
    “Better than good. Don’t stop,” he said, as his dry mouth forced the scarcely muttered words.
    “I’ve never done anything this sexy. I like it,” she said as her eyes fluttered closed.
    “I like it more.”
    Her fingertip smoothed over her aching clit, and she moaned at the intense sensitivity found there. “This feels better than…” She shuddered as she struggled to keep her senses about herself. “God, I’ve never felt like this before.”
    He couldn’t resist. Watching her enjoy her body, he felt starved to touch her as well. Gently, tentatively he ran a single finger around the edge of her tunnel. Hungry for more, he slipped the finger deep inside her.
    She moaned. “Good,” she gasped. “I can’t think. This feels so good.”
    “I know,” he said. “Don’t stop. I want to watch you come. I want to lick your cum away. I want to taste all of it.”
    She shivered as he whispered his intent. “Yes,” she gasped, and he knew she ached to feel him. He could see the truth of it in her eyes.
    “Later, Lexie, I promise you won’t be sorry.”
    Her breathing grew heavier, straining, gasping as it brought air to her starved lungs. Urged on, she seemed unable to resist as her body’s demands. He watched mesmerized as she showed him exactly what pleased her. She strummed her clit. He gasped at the sight of her, playing as if her body were a musical instrument. Just below her moving hands his one finger circled her moist opening again, teasing, tickling, while imagining the feel of her closing around his dick as he entered that smooth, hot flesh. All the while, he whispered soothing words that only spurred her on toward the waiting, mindless pleasure.
    “You like that, Lexie? You like it when I touch you?”
    “Mmm,” she managed between gasps.
    “Watching you is so good. Can we do it again? Later?”
    “Hurts. Oh God,” she whimpered.
    Her hips moved higher, suspended by strong legs, spread wide, obviously desperate to gain and hold on to every second of this coming delight, while silently demanding him to see all she offered, willing him to touch her. He did not, he could not, refuse. He leaned down and licked her, pushing his tongue deep inside her. Her eyes opened. Her fingers stilled then moved to caress her breasts. She squeezed her nipples as he ate at her.
    He did little more than lick her clit once, twice, three times, and she cried out as her body surged helplessly forward. Again, she murmured a broken, wordless plea as the pulsing took on a life of its own. There was no way to stop it, and Jim grinned as he watched her lose the last of her control. Of its own accord, her body quivered and throbbed, racked with hunger, desperate for release. He moved back eager to see it all, damn near desperate to watch her come. His finger took over where his mouth had been, gently rotating her small nub, pulling at it, gently milking it to a wild explosion. Her arms moved above her head, and her eyes closed. She moaned, beside herself with pleasure. Her body shuddered and jerked convulsively into each spasm of ecstasy.
    He watched in amazement as creamy cum slipped gently from her wet, pulsing