Reckless Hero

Any self-consciousness I’d felt regarding the way my body had changed over the years became irrelevant. In his hold, I felt like the most beautifu

l woman on earth.

My fingers tangled in the short strands of his hair, luxuriating in the soft feel of them until I was forced to let go when he jerked my shirt up and over my head. Our lips separated for no more than two seconds before locking up again.

His expert fingers broke the clasp of my bra, sending it dropping to the floor. Guiding the way, he then pressed my back against the wall before pressing himself against my front. I could feel his erection straight through his pants, pushing against my stomach. Raising up onto my toes, I tilted my hips and pushed back against him.

I pulled at his shirt, wanting the feel of his skin on mine but he captured my hands and shackled them above my head. He pulled his mouth free and trailed kisses down my jawline, neck, and chest before capturing the tip of one breast between his lips.

I cried out, the sound loud in the otherwise still room.

It felt so good. So necessary. Like a relief I didn’t know I needed.

Pulling my arms free, I reached under his shirt and pushed it up. He stepped back for a second to pull it over his own head, tossing the fabric away carelessly.

Suddenly, he spun me around. My front pressed up against the hard wall and his body molded to my back. His hands gathered the fabric of my skirt and pulled it up so that it bunched around my waist.

A sharp tug of his hand, and my panties were gone.

“I can’t wait,” he growled against my ear.

“Ohhh,” I cried, delirious with anticipation.

Cool air rushed over the heated flesh between my legs. I squirmed, painstakingly aware of how empty I felt inside, and how much I wanted to be filled by him.

He cupped my mound and growled again. “Tell me you’ve been waiting for me. Just for me,” he demanded.

“Yes. Just for you,” I breathed.

His stroked my clit with his thumb as his middle finger breached my entrance.

“It’s been too long. Let me have you, Anna,” he pleaded hotly against my neck. His teeth nipped at my skin and his tongue soothed away the pleasurable pain. He paid particular attention to the small bird tattoo on my shoulder, a habit he’d had from years ago.

“Yes,” I consented, arching into his hold. Despite knowing I shouldn’t, my body craved him with an intensity stronger than I’d ever known. I was like a moth to a flame, unable to resist even though I knew my probability of getting burned.

There was the sound of a zipper being undone, and then the crackle of plastic. It had been years since I’d felt Tucker’s body this way, but I easily remembered how long, thick and ribbed he was.

He poised at my entrance and we both froze, savoring the anticipation. Grabbing my chin, he turned my head and kissed my lips for a brief moment.

And then, the wait was over. He pushed forward, spearing my flesh inch-by-inch. I cried out as he slipped inside, the small urging thrusts of his hips convincing my resisting flesh to take him. Finally, there was nowhere left for him to go. My core burned with the effort of taking him, but pleasurably so.

As he started to move, I moaned and cried out in his mouth. The pace quickly built, my movements urging him on.

I needed this to be hard and fast; the demands of my body could handle nothing less.

The sounds of our bliss filled the room.

I arched my back and yelled as he slipped impossibly deeper. My breasts bounced with the hard rhythm of our motion. Our skin grew slick with sweat.

I would have been embarrassed by how fast I came if it hadn’t felt so good.

Tucker stroked between my legs with his fingers while his other hand pulled my nipple. Feeling the things he did to my body—it was too much, too soon. A wave swelled inside me, overwhelming in how quickly it built. I gushed my gratification onto his jabbing hardness, my vocalizations loud and echoing through the room.

He gripped my hips harder and drilled into me, pushing me higher and higher still.

“Come for me again. You have no idea how good it is to feel you in my arms again,” he murmured.

At the sound of his voice, I erupted in another tide of pure sensation. Colors burst in front of my vision and my ears roared as I obeyed his carnal command.