“
Clever.”
“
Very clever,
it made me feel confident again.”
“
So can I
take you to bed?”
“
Yes you
can,” she said softly, and he carried through to her room and
closed the curtains. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he pulled off
his shirt again, then he helped her into a sitting position and
unbuttoned her blouse. He kissed her stomach, and her arms and her
neck, then gently he removed her brassiere, grateful that it
unfastened at the front. He explored the sensuous curves of flesh,
until she almost thought she would have to push his head onto her
dark nipples. Then his gentle mouth moved higher, and she heard
herself breathing in a way she didn’t recognise.
She had been dreading the
moment when he pulled off her jeans, but when it happened, she was
so hot and so hungry that all she could do was watch his long
fingers pull down her zipper. His powerful hands freed her
effortlessly from her denim and the lace of her panties, and she
looked down at the reality of her delicate helpless limbs and
closed her eyes, suddenly self-conscious and wishing that she had
discussed her limitations further. “Hey,” he said softly, “are you
okay? Did I hurt your hip?”
Harry had forgotten about
her hip, she didn’t even try to explain that at least a decade of
pent up desire was currently raging between her legs, and she
really didn’t care about the healing cuts. “I’m worried it’s not
going to be exciting enough for you, when I talk to my friends,
even the close ones they always describing these energetic, and
acrobatic ideas, I’m not going to be able to do anything like
that.”
“
I don’t want
to have acrobatic sex,” he said softly, “I want to make love to
you.”
He sank his mouth onto
her nipple, his inventive tongue dragging across her sensitive
flesh until he felt her breathing change, slowly gently his head
moved lower. After a sexy grin that she felt in the pit of her
stomach, he kissed the neat triangle at the junction of her thighs
and savoured the scent of her desire. Carefully he shifted
position, then he drew in a breath, he was kneeling between her
legs, and a raw primal passionate part of his mind rejoiced in the
thought of getting to know her taste. Gently his mouth found her
clitoris, he remembered her quiet explanation of her sensation, and
ran his tongue firmly across her intimate flesh. “How was that?” he
asked, delighting in looking at the arousal on her lovely
face.
“
That was
good,” she said unsteadily, and found herself grabbing at her
pillows as his tongue moved again between her legs. She wished that
the sensations were slightly stronger, but the sight of his big
handsome head kissing her so privately was intoxicating. Two of his
long fingers slid inside her, and curled into a place that she had
read about. It was as good as Olivia had told her it would be, and
she heard herself making noises that she didn’t
recognise.
Chris felt her arousal
intensify. He had been worried that he would not be able to satisfy
her, or even please her properly, and he had been concerned that he
would not be able to read her physical signals. He had thought a
lot about the fact that she could not really move her hips,
concerned that he would be unable to recognise her intimate cues
and needs, and that he would move too fast or too slow as a result.
To his delight, his fears were unfounded, her expressive mouth and
the movements of her hands were gloriously clear in their
communication, and he gloried in every moan and every movement
until he shared the pleasure of her climax.
“
That was
fantastic,” she said unsteadily, and he lay down beside her, and
rested his possessive hand on her stomach.
“
Thank you,”
he said tenderly, wanting to start all over again.
She smiled at him,
feeling her confidence and her curiosity, increase, “Perhaps you
could take off your trousers.”
“
I’d like
that very much,” he said softly, “but before that, I wondered if
you wanted me to give you a hand.”
“
I’m not sure
I understand what you mean,” she told him, confusion in her dark
eyes.
Chris felt anxious again,
he had realised, even before he kissed her the first time that he
was falling in love with her. All the same, he had made mistakes,
and having tasted the delicious prospect of her intimacy, he wanted
to stay in her bed. “When you were in hospital,” he said awkwardly,
“I saw...” he paused and watched the colour rising on her lovely
throat.
She looked at him in
silence, then she started laughing, “It’s lucky that you’ve showed
me how good you can be with your tongue, because I can’t believe
what you’ve just said to me.”
“
Help me out
here honey,” he said quietly, curiosity and anxiety warring in his
blue eyes.
“
It was a
complete surprise to me when I woke up from the operation and felt
all the tubes.”
“
So you don’t
usually...”
“
No,” she
said emphatically, “I don’t usually.” She paused, then added
quietly, “Every time someone came into the room I felt so
embarrassed, and so exposed. You have no idea how humiliating it is
to have this tube leading from such a personal place into the view
of everyone, and then to have make eye contact with
people.”
“
It wasn’t
obvious that you were feeling like that.”
“
Of course
not,” she said, with a stubborn tilt of her chin, “that was the
only defence I had left.”
“
Thank you.”
he said finally, “for your openness and your
understanding.”
He felt so touched and so
humbled to have an insight into her thoughts, and he lay for a
moment looking at her lovely face, and thinking of the best way to
frame his words. “I want to make sure that you feel equal,” he
said, “so I’m going to tell you my thoughts. I’m probably going to
say the wrong thing sometimes, but it’s just because I want to
learn how to look after you.”
“
Thank you,
Chris,” she said quietly, then grinned at him, “you’re so
transparent you know that? Ask me your question before you
explode.”
“
What is your
bladder control like?” he asked stiffly.
“
It’s okay,
not brilliant, certainly not as strong as a normal woman, but I
manage okay.”
“
You don’t
usually use words like ‘normal’ Harry.”
“
I don’t
normally have conversations like this,” she said ruefully, “now
kiss me again.”
So he did, delighting in
the jolt of desire he felt when she opened her mouth, then he
pulled off the rest of his clothes, and she caught her breath as
she looked at his gloriously hard body.
“
You’re so
much bigger than him.”
“
Is that good
or bad?”
“
I don't
know.”
He sat down beside her,
suddenly unsure of himself in the one domain he usually
excelled.
“
Sorry, I
guess that’s not very flattering, you look amazing, I mean you’re
really nicely proportioned and good to look at.”
“
Harry.”
“
Yes?”
“
Stop
talking.” He kissed her then, delighting in the taste of her lovely
mouth and tenderly he explored her soft breasts, and felt her hands
starting to move again.
“
I’m ready
now,” she said very quietly, and he moved between her legs and
gently positioned himself at her entrance. Harry felt her anxiety
disappear, replaced by a voracious need to be filled and stretched
by the glorious weapon just inside her vagina. If she could have
done, she would have moved her hips up along his length, but
instead she looked into his eyes and said as calmly as she could
“Please fuck me Chris.”
He did stretch her then,
setting up a glorious dizzying pace with friction that made her
moan softly, she found herself grabbing at the pillows again, and
realised for the first time that she could fly.
“
Are you
okay?” he asked, savouring her passion flushed cheeks.
Harry forced her mind
back to a rational place. She did want him to be thoughtful, but
not at this moment. “I'm okay.” she said finally, her voice husky
with passion.
“
You sound
amazing.” he said approvingly and kissed her deeply. “What I mean
is, are you having a good time?”
Harry decided that strong
and silent had a lot to recommend it. “Yes,” she said with a smile,
“I was rather hoping we were going to carry on to an interesting
place.”
“
Could you
explain further?” he asked, realising how much her words made him
tingle, and how much he enjoyed talking to her while he impaled her
deeply.
“
I'm sure
they covered it at medical school.” she said raising an elegant
eyebrow then closing her eyes as he gently shifted position,
pushing her delicate hips further apart.
“
I'm sure
they didn't.” he said with a wicked smile, loving the intensity of
their connection.
“
Well luckily
you're a gentleman.”
“
Tell me what
you want.” he added softly, “Please Harry, tell me what you
want.”
“
I want to
feel you deep inside me,” she said unsteadily longing for the
return of his delicious assault on her most intimate secret. He
moved inside her again sinking between her legs. She moaned, and
then cried out more loudly as she reached her crescendo and he felt
her vibrations and watched her arch her back.
He reached his own
release and gently withdrew from her, conscious of her delicate
frame and the healing scar on her leg. Slowly, he lay down beside
her wanting to keep the connection, wanting her to feel safe. He
thought about his feelings, he knew that some of his protectiveness
stemmed from her paralysis, but realised with a liberating
terrifying intensity that he was now quite utterly in love with
her. “That was amazing.” he said softly.
“
Thank you,”
she paused and bit her lip, “I hope I wasn't too
limited.”
He kissed her again then,
covering her with his possessive protectiveness. “It made me
realise what it was all about.” he told her.
“
And me,” she
smiled tentatively at him. “I could develop a taste for
that.”
“
Only with
me.' he said, more dramatically than he intended.
She looked at him, her
dark eyes unreadable, “It's a huge step for me to be out of my
chair like this.”
“
Am I making
you feel safe?”
“
Very safe
and very looked after.”
“
I'm glad.”
he said softly, “Because I want to make love to you so many times
that you won't be able to walk” He closed his eyes and pulled away
from her slightly. “I'm sorry I'm an idiot.”
“
Chris you
need to relax about this. The whole language system is steeped in
words around walking. Now come back please. I know you're touching
my legs, but I want to feel you.” He smiled at her, running his
hand over the gentle curve of her stomach. “I've been wanting to
feel you ever since I met you.”
He sank his mouth onto
her sensitive nipple and traced a trail of desire down between her
legs. He fastened his mouth around her clitoris, and listened with
satisfaction to the change in her breathing. Gently he pushed one
of his long fingers into her vagina, and redoubled the pressure of
his tongue when she murmured his name. “I might not last much
longer.” she told him, feeling slightly self-conscious talking
about her impending orgasm to the big handsome man who was sliding
a second finger inside her. “Then I can start all over again.” he
said tenderly “Now relax.” So she did, while he explored her
intimately until he heard the changes in her breathing that he was
now starting to recognise.
“
Sorry to be
boring,” she said finally, “but if I don’t get ready for bed then
I’m going to run out of energy.”
“
Is your
chair in the front room?”
“
Don’t you
remember all that strong possessive stuff next door?”
He grinned at her, “This
is a new variation on walking home in last night’s
clothes.”
“
Well I’m
glad that I’m broadening your horizons.”
Julia opened the door and
pushed the wheelchair outside. “Is she okay?”
“
I’m looking
after her.”
She held his gaze, and
the silence stretched for a moment, Julia felt that she had
encouraged Harry into his rather impressive arms, and the sense of
responsibility had been weighing heavily on her since he carried
her next door. “She’s very important to me.”
“
I won’t hurt
her.”
“
Thank you,
now go and have fun.”
He made them hot
chocolate while she prepared for bed, and smiled at her as she
transferred out of her chair and relaxed back against the pillows.
“Is this okay?” she asked awkwardly, “I’m worried that you were
so,” she cleared her throat, still on unfamiliar ground, “well so
generous.”
“
That wasn’t
generosity, I’ve been wanting to kiss you between your legs since
that first training meeting.”
“
Oh.” She
smiled at him, feeling the flush rising on her neck. Slowly she
shifted position slightly, and he saw the tremor of tiredness in
her hands. He had spent rather a lot of time thinking about the
logistics of her paralysis, and how tired her arms and shoulders
must become. He wondered guiltily if he had pushed her too far with
his devouring of her lovely body, and he kissed her mouth gently
and lay down beside her.