herophine - Trouvaille

Chapter 33. Part II

Crosby, Liverpool - England, 2026

Josephine lets herself being kissed, and waits a couple of seconds before putting all her senses and heart into that kiss. She is not sure if she would stand it if he regrets again and pulls apart.

Yet, the kiss only turns deeper. He softly cups her cheek bringing her closer to him, while his tongue makes its path into her mouth. There are no words but only heavy pants between them. Hero's hand finds Jo's bareskin under the thick pyjama, and Josephine finds his already erected bulge under his jeans. He helps her straddle him, and she wraps her arms around the back of his neck to stay steadily holding against each other. He takes advantage of the small gasp that escapes Jo's mouth to thrust his tongue deeper, tasting her. In exchange, she grinds her hips down against him.

Hero had no idea how much he had missed her until she reappeared in his life. 

Freaking lie. He knew it, but he would never have dared to say it out loud.

There hasn't been a single woman like her, who has made him feel so vivid. And Josephine hasn't been with anyone either, who makes her feel that way. You cannot compare the connection these two have, and their syncronize breathing plus the erratic beating of their hearts is more than a solid prove.

Josephine tries to shut down her moans against his skin when Hero starts trailing her neck with soft and humid kisses. But his hands travelling from the low of her back, up and down her thighs doesn't help either. 

All of a sudden, he rolls them over the bed, leaving her beneath him. His palms graze her flaming skin, and goes back to capture her lips. Josephine's hands automatically reach for his hair. He then pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his toned and sculpted muscles in the view. With quick movements Hero unbuttons her blouse, which leaves her at the same time with no upper cloth in between them. 

He returns to the soft and humid kisses, slowly trailing down her neck and naked breasts. Goosebumps and nipples painfully hard. Her fingers claw at his back, pulling him closer and making his cock throb under the boxers. And, when he tugs down her pants, he discovers that he isn't the only one who is in need for each other's body. He gently touches her over the soaked panties, checking her puffy wet folds and that she is more than ready for him. Josephine sighs erotically, her soft whimpers asking for more and Hero can only grunt. 

There is no need for preliminary. Six years without each other has already being enough torture.

He unzips his jeans and pulls them down, before throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Without saying anything, he opens his nightstand and takes out a condom from a new-closed box. Detail that does not go unnoticed by Josephine, who is calmer now, in spite of her eagerly waiting body.

She is glistening and pulsating for him, so he sinks inside her. A desperate moan slips out from his mouth, when his member slides against her tight walls, and Jo's eyes flutter close at the sensation. They stay still for a few seconds with a thin layer of sweat on their bodies even though the cold environment, before he begins pumping his length and stroking her walls with it in a paused rythm. 

Their lips find again, moving with passion but also because they need to silence their heavy groans. The last thing they need right now is their daughter waking up.

Their hips rotating and collapsing in a more urgent pace, creating friction and a whole other level of chemistry. 

Evidently, they don't last much. Their bodies are coiled and about to burst. She can feel the tingle in her spine and her core tightening, just before her orgasm rips through her body and makes her shudder. Hero reaches his climax right after, trembling above her and his dick twitching in between her clenched walls.

Seconds pass before Hero collapses on the mattress, next to her. Jo still burying her face into the crook of his neck, which she has used to stifle her moans of ecstasy. 

There is something infinitely more intimate in the moments after having sex than the act itself of having sex.

Laying in bed, still naked, a loaded silence passes between them.  

Josephine with her eyes shut and her breathing still recovering, can barely believe that the situation she is living is real. Hero can't stop staring at Josephine and stroking her body with his long fingers, remembering every of her curves. He stops when he gets to her lower abdomen. 

Without makeup that hides it, an already healed scar breaks the perfection of her skin. Hero caresses it with his index once and again. Jo is not able to pull her sight away from his finger.

- Were you scared? - He asks in a whisper. 

There is no need to ask what he is referring to. 

Josephine's mind goes back to the place she doesn't want to. The horrendous yellowish walls of the hospital and the claustrophobic ones from the apartment in which she used to be confined during the last months of her pregnancy. It isn't easy to explain how she felt.

- No. - She finally answers. -If I had been afraid, I would have come to you. The problem was that I couldn't feel anything at all.

- And later? - Hero needs to understand it better, before diving down the rabbit hole direction Wonderland. 

- Later, I struggled to feel something. But, I was already back into new projects and I guess that nobody noticed. - She  continues. - They overloaded me with work and I let myself into it. I walked away from many friends and from my family. 

- And afterwards? - Hero is really trying to comprehend her, but maybe a small part of him will never do it.

- One does not decide to heal and that's it. - Jo patiently explains. - I asked for help, took a small break and started treatment. 

It is true, part of her was still broken until she finally told Laura that she had a daughter. Laura had been helping her with her depression, but not with the most important issue. 

- Why did you looked for us just weeks ago? 

That is the main piece of the puzzle. The piece that will make him forgive her completely, because the truth is that Hero wants to understand her, hold her close and not separate from her ever again. If it was just an impulse or a mere whim, maybe she soon changes her mind and leaves. He is not sure he would withstand it again, and he is not willing to let Sofía suffer it.

Jo is the one caressing him now, she trails the visible veins on his hand.

- I had always had a lack, but wasn't able to fill it. When I run into Inanna, memories came back and I was able to feel something again towards it. - She admits. - I... I needed to know you were okay. - She says quietly, almost embarrased of her own words.

He keeps stroking her body with his fingers, cause now that he has started he can't stop. She is here now opening to him, not in the literally way but in the emotionally one, what else could he ask for? Hero surrounds her with his arms, brings her close to him and rests his head on her hair. 

Soon the sun will rise up and he has to go back to Sofía's bedroom. What happened tonight has to remain between them. To start, because they aren't really sure of what happens between them.

That is the problem of sex. Most of the times, it complicates things.

But, damn it, it feels fucking good.