Heroes, David Hagberg [me reader .txt] 📗

“Are you hungry? Have you had your lunch?”

Deland shook his head. “I mean, yes, I am hungry.”

She stood looking at him, an odd expression in her eyes, her lips half parted. “Rudy said there was something you wanted to ask me,” she said softly.

It was very hot. He didn’t want this to happen, and yet he did.

In a few hours he would be gone. Any complications at this point would be exceedingly dangerous.

She smiled. “Take off your coat, Edmund; it’s dreadfully hot in here. I’ll find us the wine.” She turned and went into the kitchen.

Deland pulled off his coat and tossed it on the chair; then he peeled off his sweater and tossed it aside, too. He went into the kitchen. A bottle of wine and two glasses were on the tiny table.

“Open the wine, would you?” Katrina called from the bathroom.

“Right,” Deland said. He went to the back window and looked down at the back storage lot of an old lumberyard. It was empty. There was no one there, but he checked the back door. It was locked. He knew the front door was locked too. He went back to the table and opened the wine. He was pouring it when Katrina came out.

She had let her hair down, and she had taken off her boots and heavy wool stockings. Seeing her bare legs was almost more than he could bear at this point, and he nearly spilled the wine as he handed her a glass.

She took it with both hands and drank it half down while looking at him over the rim. He took a sip of his own wine, but then she handed her glass back, turned, and glided out of the kitchen.

Deland put the glasses down and followed her as she went into the bedroom. He stopped at the door. She turned down the bed, then turned around to him. She looked very frightened, but determined.

“Katrina … I …”

She shook her head. “Not now, Edmund,” she said softly.

“It’s not time for words.” There was a quaver in her voice. She reached around to her back and did something with the fasteners of her dress. Then she pulled it off. She was wearing nothing beneath it. She had evidently removed her underclothing in the bathroom. “Edmund?” she said.

He came to her in a rush and crushed her against his chest. She smelted of soap and cologne, and her skin was incredibly soft and wonderful.

“I love you, Katy,” he said softly.

She looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m frightened.”

They kissed. He could taste the saltiness of her tears and feel her shivering against him. When they parted, he kicked off his boots and took off his clothes. She watched him, wide-eyed, breathing hard.

He was already erect..Her eyes traveled down and her lips parted. “You’re hard,” she said.

Deland reached out and touched her breast. She flinched. He eased her down on the bed, then got in beside her. The apartment had been too warm before. Now it was just perfect.

He kissed her again, and her lips parted as she returned his kiss, her hands tentatively on his shoulders, the touch of her skin sending electric shocks through him. He pulled her closer, her breasts against his chest, her lovely legs entwined with his.

Deland could feel himself nearly at the bursting point. He had to slow down, and yet he knew he could not. It had been a very long time since he had had a girl, and then it hadn’t been anything like this. In San Antonio, Texas, where he had taken some of his basic military training, a bunch of his friends had taken him to a whorehouse. He had gotten very drunk, and the young Mexican girls—some of them not much older than thirteen, with very tiny breasts and only a slight dark wisp of pubic hair—had sat on his lap, playing with him while they bargained on a price.

Katrina was kissing his face, and his neck and his ears, as her fingertips explored his back. She was panting, her entire body in motion.

At one point he pulled away and looked down at her. Katrina’s eyes were wide, her nostrils flared. “Edmund?” she asked. “Is there something wrong?”

“You are so beautiful,” he said. He caressed her breasts and she moaned loudly, arching her back, her legs spread, her heels dug into the mattress.

Her pubic hair was blonde. Deland reached down and touched her there. She nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Now,” she breathed. “Gott in Himmel, now!”

He kissed her breasts, then slid down, his tongue exploring her navel, and finally lower. She reached down for him and pulled him up.

Somehow he was inside her, and he climaxed almost immediately, her body coming up to his, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she continued in motion for a few seconds.

He felt a sudden deep sense of shame. “Oh damn, I’m sorry, Katy,” he said.

She laughed. “Sorry for what, my darling? We have the rest of the afternoon and most of the night. There is time.”

It was well after five o’clock, and already starting to get dark outside, when Katrina got out of bed. She reached back and gave Deland a kiss, then padded into the living room.

They had made love a second time, with Katrina more in charge and both of them slowing down so they could enjoy it more.

At first he had been concerned that he would do the same thing, would come too early. But it was very good. It was as if they were completely in tune, as if they had been doing this together for a very long time.

A few years ago, when he was seventeen, his father had told him a little about sex. No details, of course, but he had said that when the right girl came along and you loved each other, you would suddenly know all that was needed to know to satisfy each other.

At the time he felt his