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Her tummy was flat and silky like her breasts, and holy crap, how had he missed the belly ring? He’d get back to that later, though. First, he wanted her completely naked. With a bit of wrangling and some laughing, he managed to peel the skin-tight shorts off her lovely bottom, along with a black thong, the sight of which almost made him come. She sat on the countertop, beautifully nude, breathing heavily and blushing, he realized. She was shy.

He swept his gaze from top to bottom, letting it linger on the moist lips with a narrow strip of dark hair nestled between her thighs. All he had to do was free his rod and plunge it inside the place it yearned to be. But that wasn’t what he wanted. This woman deserved more, and there was one thing he loved to do that didn’t need two legs, or any for that matter. He tipped her chin up so that their eyes met.

“You’re beautiful. I want to go down on you. Is that okay?”

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The question, asked in a hushed, almost reverent tone, sent a shudder through Marissa’s body. Already aroused so much that his mere look almost sent her over the edge, she couldn’t find her voice. To answer him, she leaned back on her elbows and slid her ass closer to the edge of the counter. She closed her eyes and focused her concentration on the feel of him. His fingers with their rough pads stroked her breasts in quick bursts, coaxing whimpers of pleasure past her lips. His soft tongue, in contrast, lapped slowly down her middle and swirled around her belly ring. He stayed there awhile, teasing her, feasting on her skin as if he had no other goal. When she bucked her hips in frustration, he chuckled against her body.

“I’m getting there,” he whispered, his warm breath taunting her to higher pleasure.

He raised her hips with his strong, firm hands, gripping and holding her steady. She felt his tongue twirl around her shock of pubic hair, and his teeth nipped at her cunt lips. Then he slid between the folds, over her clit, and down into her pussy. When she moaned and squeezed her legs to urge him on, he reversed course and licked up and out. She grunted in frustration, kicked her heels against his shoulders, only to hear him chuckle again.

“Patience, Marissa. I haven’t done this in a long time, and I’m a hungry man. I intend to make this meal last.”

Her new groan morphed into a long moan of pleasure as he lapped the area of taut skin between thigh and pussy. He traced a path around her mound and finished between her folds once more. He flicked her clit with short strokes of his tongue, making her jerk and writhe. His firm grip held her in place, and the restricted movement helped to heighten her arousal. Her fingers scratched at the smooth countertop, setting a rhythm she silently urged him to meet. He ignored her entreaties and took his time bringing her close to the brink, only to back off before she came.

“Aidan,” she hissed.

His response was to blow against her damp curls before latching his lips around her swollen clit. As if sensing she was truly at the end of her rope, he suddenly sucked and stroked with the energy and speed she craved. The orgasm tore through her. She bucked her hips against his face and tossed her head as she screamed out her pleasure. Her cunt clamped down on a cock that wasn’t there, and her body shook with the force of the waves of climax rocking it.

When the pleasure began to wane, he renewed his assault and brought her up and over again. Less intense than the first one, this orgasm spread a warmth from her core throughout the rest of her body. She went limp when it subsided and let her head drop on the counter.

Aidan continued to hold her legs, stroking her thighs with a feathery touch. He kissed the inside of each knee and sighed. “That was—you are—delicious,” he murmured. “Ready for round two?”

In answer to his question, she pulled her legs out of his grasp and sat up. He stared at her with a kind of dazed expression that told her he wasn’t conning her about enjoying eating her out. His mouth was still a little moist from her juices. She leaned over and traced her tongue around his lips before kissing him. She twined both her arms and her legs around him to pull him toward her. He slid his arms around her back and caressed her while their tongues mated. Pulling her hair free of its scrunchy, he laced his fingers through the strands and tugged her head to one side to deepen the kiss. Her sensitive nipples rasped against his shirt, reminding her that one of them was overdressed.

She yanked up the fabric to run her fingers along the hard planes of his back. His skin was hot, but smooth. It quivered under her touch. She dared to dip lower, past the waistband of his shorts, and found a taut ass waiting to be kneaded. She dug her nails in, and he rewarded her with a deep groan inside her mouth. The hard ridge of his cock just barely bumped against her once more aching clit. She wiggled against it and grunted in frustration.

Breaking the kiss, she said, “Let’s take this to my bed and get down to some serious business.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and laughed. “I take eating pussy very seriously, but if you mean giving my cock a chance to get inside you, then I’m all for it.” With a tight grip around her waist, he slid her off the counter and spun around. “This way?”

She nodded and clung to his neck. It was pretty dark inside the apartment, yet he seemed to have excellent vision, carrying her straight to her bedroom. She wondered how difficult it was for him to hold her. She could certainly feel his uneven gait. He obviously wanted to do it, though, and she figured he knew his limitations. When he pulled back her covers and plopped her down on her bed, she reached over to turn on her bedside lamp.

“Ah, mind if we keep the lights off?” he asked hesitantly.

Okay, this was his limitation. She needed to respect his boundaries even though she wanted very much to see him naked. In her mind, there was no way his injured leg could detract from the rest of him, but he obviously felt differently.

Sliding over to the middle of the bed, she patted the edge next to her. “Take off your shirt, sailor, and stay awhile,” she purred.

He laughed at the invitation, as she had hoped he would, and sat down. He whipped off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Dark as it was, she could barely make out the contours of his upper body. His shoulders were broad, and his waist was narrow, the perfect V-shaped torso. Saliva pooled in her mouth. Sitting up, she leaned over to place her hands on his shoulders. She nuzzled the back of his neck, while she slid her palms down his chest. Firm pecs with small pebbly nipples greeted her. She rubbed her thumbs over them and felt his appreciative moan deep in her own chest.

She moved her mouth to one of his ears, and as she nibbled his lobe, she stroked down toward his shorts. Damn, she was too short to reach. So she pulled back and encircled his waist instead. She pressed her face against his back and slid her hands past his waistband. His cock was there waiting for her, hard and moist at the tip. She clasped it in one hand and tugged up slowly. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed.

“Stop,” he begged with a chuckle. “My first time having sex since getting out of the hospital isn’t going to end with my coming in my shorts.”

Stunned, Marissa drew back and let him go. She leaned against her headboard. “This is your first time since…” She let her voice trail off.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He did
not
just do that. He did not just confess to her what this meant to him. Fuck! Aidan couldn’t look at her, but he did have to answer her truthfully. “Yeah, it’s my first time since losing my leg.”

He heard her blow out a breath. “Wow. It hadn’t really occurred to me.”

He snuck a peek at her over his shoulder. She was staring off into space. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

She looked him then and shook her head. “I’m not freaked out.” When he merely stared back, she shrugged. “Okay, I’m a little freaked out. But only because I don’t want to mess this up for you.”

He barked out a rueful laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, it is literally impossible for you to mess up anything with me. You already sent me to the moon and back.”

She pouted at him, her adorable and barely visible lips pursed in annoyance. It made him smile. He had always had fantastic night vision. He just hoped she didn’t. “Does this mean you don’t want to fuck me?” she asked in a falsely plaintive voice.

He laughed again, this time in delight. She had a knack for disarming him. “I want to fuck you so badly I might die from it.”

“Okay, then, sailor, let’s get this party started. If you think I’ve only got two orgasms in me, you are dead wrong.”

“Music to my ears.” He snapped open his shorts and undid his zipper, freeing his aching cock. But he stopped, uncertain again. The room wasn’t completely dark. “Would you mind if we did this under the covers?”

There was a pause. “Sure. I mean, no, I don’t mind.”

The next request was harder. “Would you mind closing your eyes for a minute?” God, he was pathetic, but he couldn’t bare the idea of her seeing his leg once he took the prosthesis off.

There was a longer pause. “Okay, just so long as I don’t have to keep them closed. I’m not missing out on catching a glimpse of that hard-on you’re sporting.”

He laughed once more because that was her intent, and when he saw she had actually closed her eyes, he quickly shucked his sneakers, socks, and shorts. The artificial part of him was harder to remove. He’d had a bit of practice, had even gone so far as to practice getting it off quickly in anticipation of this very event. He placed it quietly down beside the bed and slid under the sheets next to her.

“Thanks,” he said into the quiet dimness. “I know I’m being kind of dope about this.”

Anything more he would have said was cut off by her looming over his body and planting a deep kiss on his…dick. She sucked his flesh into her mouth, robbing him of his words, his breath, his very thoughts. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lay there and savored the sensation of a tongue laving the underside of his rod. Delicate fingers ran over the ridges of his abdomen, making the muscles jump in time to her sucking lips. He lost himself in the pure pleasure of her assault until she straddled his body with her own. Her soft, round ass stuck up in the air while her thighs pressed on top of his. It put her perilously close to his stump and that alarmed him.

He clasped her head and gently tugged her face up and off his cock. “As much as I’m loving this, I want to come inside your pussy, not your mouth,” he said, and it was the truth. “Do you mind being on top?”

“Mind? It happens to be my favorite position.” She leaned over and opened her nightstand drawer. He glimpsed a condom packet in her hand before she opened it and slid it over his cock. Her touch was delicate and teasing, making the necessary precaution more like foreplay. “I have my best orgasms in this position,” she added as she nudged his cock to where she wanted it and slowly descended.

Warm. Tight. Welcoming. She seated him fully and sat there on his body, splaying her fingers across his stomach. Her fingertips tickled his nipples. She squeezed and relaxed the muscles of her cunt several times in a slow rhythm that heightened his arousal. He slid his hands up her thighs and circled fingers and thumbs around her tiny waist. She was so small and delicate compared to him that even if he’d been able to slide his body between her legs, he still would have preferred her to be on top, setting the pace, keeping him in check.

He stroked her stomach and ribcage with his thumbs all the way to her nipples. She moaned and leaned forward, her body lifting off of his. He thrust up with his hips to keep them connected, but he needn’t have worried. She wasn’t letting him go. She pressed down again and began to ride him while she rubbed her chest in his hands in silent urging for him to minister to her breasts some more. Eager to please, he raised his head and shoulders to latch his lips onto a nipple. Sucking it inside his mouth, he flicked his tongue against the hard bud. She mewed her delight and increased her rhythm.

He switched to her other breast, sucking and licking, then pressing his teeth against the nipple in a gentle bite. He held onto her for long seconds before releasing her again. Her gasp as the blood flowed back into her nipple led him to soothe it with long, wet strokes. He repeated the mild torture with the other side while he clasped her waist and increased the speed in which her cunt caught and release his throbbing cock.

She gasped and groaned and writhed as she bucked wildly against him. Her hands gripped his arms, and her nails gouged his skin. With a violent throw of her head, she came undone in his hands. Sobs spilled from her mouth, and the walls of her cunt contracted around him, milking him, urging him to join her. The climax tore out of him. He shouted around the mouthful of flesh he slavishly worshipped still. His arms wrapped around her, and he pulled her body tight into his as they rode out their release together.

He held her, and she held him in return as if they were lost at sea and had only each other to stay afloat. They rocked together as the waves of orgasm crashed over them until their breaths eased and their bodies stilled. When he collapsed back, he brought her with him and rolled her body against his right side.

Slick and spent, they lay side-by-side, Marissa’s face tucked into his shoulder. A deep sense of peace enveloped Aidan. He felt himself drifting off. He vaguely thought that he should get up, clean up, thank this wonderful woman for a great time, and take off. He thought it and then thought nothing at all.

Chapter Three

Marissa blinked her eyes to better see in the darkness of her bedroom. She could barely make out Aidan’s body. He sat at the edge of her bed, reaching down for something. She realized it was his movement that had woken her and also that he was in the process of reattaching his prosthesis in order to leave.

Damn, what was it with guys? How come they always snuck out in the middle of the night? Or at least the ones she really liked seemed to make a habit of it. Usually, she’d pretend to be asleep so as not to make it more awkward than it already was. For some reason, she didn’t feel like being such a patsy this time.