The Hero I Need

The movie finally ends, and we walk the girls up to bed.

By the time I meet her in the hall, after we’ve each told the girls good night, I’m so hard I’m worried I’ll explode.

She just looks up at me, batting those baby-blue eyes under her thick lashes. A husky giggle slips out of those pink parted lips.

Just like she knows.

Swallowing thickly, I pull her close, attacking her mouth with mine, loving how she feels against me, kissing me back like return fire.

“Downstairs,” I whisper, swatting her ass. “Don’t make me ask again.”

“Ah, so the bat cave tonight? Where no one will hear?” she asks, running a hand under my shirt.

“Yes.” I grasp her ass cheeks again with both hands, kneading her like the most precious dough ever made. “It’s either that, or I’ll have to stuff your panties in your mouth.”

“Ass!” She swipes my shoulder with a playful smack, adorable merriment in her eyes. “When?”

I kiss her slowly, dragging it out, pretending I’m not dying to take her right the hell here.

“Hm. Don’t know. How about...” Long pause. “Now.”

The trip to the basement is a mad dash, and once the door is closed and locked, rabid desperation for what we both want takes over.

For the second time today, we nearly rip our clothes off each other, hurling them aside like they’re poison between another round of fuck-hot kisses.

If anyone knew what she did to me, they’d have me committed.

I’ve never, never, never wanted a woman like I want Willow.

And I can’t believe it’s only because I’ve been with my needs going unsatisfied for years. That might be part of it, but the rest begins and ends with every sweet inch of her.

Frankly, I don’t care about explanations.

We’re way past whats and whys.

I’m too riled, too ready, and too broke in the head to contemplate anything except my Willow Wisp naked as the day she was born and laid out under me.

We don’t say a word.

She just steps closer, gives me a playful shove, and I throw myself back on the futon, still folded down from our last encounter interrupted by the great tiger escape.

It also now has a set of sheets, a couple pillows, and a comforter I’d brought down here earlier, fully anticipating we’d be spending the night together.

I look up from the mattress, laughing.

She climbs on with a fire-blue glint in her eye, those heavenly legs spread wide, straddling me.

Fucking hell, do I love this newfound courage, this other side of her gushing out.

Before, her lips tasted nervous, even if they were still blistering hot.

Now, my innocent Willow becomes a whirlwind.

Now, she brings her mouth to mine with a breathy, slick hunger that matches my own.

My dick jerks against her thigh, grinding into her skin, making her give up a moan that tastes like mulled wine.

Grabbing her hands, I urge them to my shoulders, holding her eyes.

“Eager to be in charge tonight, huh? Or are you just asking for it rough?” I growl.

Her eyes roll, giving the choice to me as she answers with another kiss that could leave cigarette burns.

I love how she’s not afraid, how she needs it so bad she’s ready to dive in.

I also like the position we’re in, all the better to rock her to ecstasy and back without feeling like I’m doing all the work.

A fierce hand on her ass helps lower her naked body, pressing her delicate pussy lips to my shaft. She’s so fucking wet I could slam into her right now.

I could dig my fingers into her lush cheeks, pin every inch of her to me, and sweep long, hard strokes into her body. I could bring her off in firecracker bursts of heat and moans and fleshy ripples.

But I don’t do that shit.

I mean to draw this out tonight, fill her with a slow-burning crescendo that’ll have her fully alive, fully electric, fully in rapture.

Yes, fuck, more insanity—but loving Willow Macklin’s body picks every last bit of good sense I own up by the scruff and chucks it out the door.

My hands find her breasts and my palms tease her nipples, sliding over those puckered buds.

Her kisses come quicker, her hunger deepening, her moans even sweeter than they tasted before.

As soon as her lips leave mine, I snake kisses straight down her neck before taking one of her nipples in my mouth. I capture it between my teeth, a hostage for my tongue, flicking against melting flesh with the darkest intentions.

“Grady—shit!” Her hips rise as she climbs me, her kitten-like claws sinking into the back of my neck.

The way she moans makes my cock certifiably insane, and I tell myself to ignore it.

Not till I see her splinter. Just a little while longer, dammit.

No matter how badly I want to anchor my cock deep inside her wet pussy and hold it there like a beast marking his turf, I’ll take my time.