Free Just Like a Hero by Patricia Pellicane Page A

body.
    “Good?” he asked as she lay there trying to catch her breath.
    “Good,” she returned, her eyes closed, her lips forming a pretty smile.
    “I don’t know,” he teased. “You didn’t act like it was good. All I heard was groaning and moaning. I thought maybe you were in pain.”
    Her eyes blinked open. “You’re a little too full of yourself, I think.”
    “How could I be anything else? The way you come is amazing. I only wish I could feel it.”
    “I did most of the work.”
    “Yes,” he agreed, “but the last of it was me.”
    She laughed. “You’re a monster.”
    “As long as I’m not sweet, I suppose I could live with being a monster.”
    He shoved his trousers down his legs, turned to her and leaned over her body. “The truth is, Lexie,” he said on a breathless gasp. “Watching you come was every Christmas, birthday and the Fourth of July I’ve ever lived through, all in one. I don’t know how I managed to hold out. Had I a lick of sense I’d be inside you right now.
    “Well, do you have a lick of sense?”
    “I used to think I did. Problem is watching you touch yourself nearly drove me out of my mind. Right now, I’m a bit riled up.” He slipped a condom over his erection. “If I move inside you like this, I’m apt to come in seconds and I wanted this to last.”
    “Okay,” she said as a smile teased her lips. “When do you think you’ll be ready?”
    “After I calm down.”
    Her gaze widened.“And you expect to calm down while doing that?” She nodded toward his hand playing with her nipple, while the other tickled her pussy.
    He nodded. “You’re probably right. I shouldn’t touch you.”
    “Instead of meticulously planning out each move, why not do what feels good, anytime you want? Plans mostly have a way of working out sooner or later.”
    “Meaning I could always do it later or tomorrow?” he asked.
    “Or tomorrow,” she agreed. “That sounds good.”
    “I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life,” he said as he moved into her tightness. She was soft, but deep inside she still pulsed. He pulled back, just a bit, as he mentally readied himself for her. “Damn, Lexie, you’re still throbbing inside.”
    She smiled. “You don’t want to feel it?”
    “I do. That’s not the problem. The thing is I can’t take another second of this. I need to come.”
    “Then do it,” she said as she raised her hips, and he pushed deeper inside her.
    He muttered a low, incoherent sound of hunger and forcefully thrust forward. She grunted with each plunge and watched with surprise as he lost it. He came wildly into her barely seconds after he had begun. He gasped, shaken.
    “Damn it! You’re like a freaking drug.” He took a deep breath and complained, “You’ve left me shaking and weak. I’ve never known anything like you. Why did we wait so long? We could have been doing this for more than a month.”
    “Greedy,” she stated, with a sigh.
    “I am,” he agreed. “When it comes to you, I’m afraid I’ll always be greedy.”
    “You want to go to bed?”
    “You don’t mind if I sleep here?”
    “I think it won’t hurt if we sleep together once in a while.”
    “That’s a relief,” he quipped. “I thought for a minute there you wanted to sleep together every night.”
    She laughed as he helped her to her feet and together they moved toward her bedroom. “And you’d hate that, I take it.”
    “Of course. I don’t want you getting any ideas that I want to live with you. That couldn’t be further from the truth.”
    She laughed again. “I know.”
    “We should make a plan. Tell me, what would you think if I said we should sleep together on Monday nights?”
    “That sounds perfect,” she sighed as she slipped beneath her sheet and pressed her butt into the warm curve of his body. “This feels good.”
    “It does,” he agreed. “In fact, it feels good enough to make me think, probably we should spend the weekends together,