Page 74 of Warming His Bed

She tossed me a crooked little grin, and I was done for. This woman mixed up all my grimy parts, filtered out the clay, and was molding me into something completely new. Whatever was left of me when she was done, I was never going to be the same.

Stalking over, she dropped to her knees in front of me.

“Sadie,” I groaned. She hadn’t even touched me yet, and I was already begging.

She spread her fingers and scraped her fingernails up and down my thighs, sending a shower of sparks across my skin.

“This okay?” She whispered her question as she held my gaze.

There were small patches on my left thigh that had never regained full sensation, but you wouldn’t know it from the way my body responded to her touch. I felt it everywhere. Down my thighs. Up the back of my neck. In my chest.

“It’s good,” I rasped. “But I think I’m gonna die if I’m not inside you soon.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get there.” She chuckled. “First, I have some lost time to make up for.” She stripped me the rest of the way bare and proceeded to prove it wasn’t a fluke she’d given me the best blow job of my life last week.

Her mouth was black magic. She laved every inch of me, alternating between long licks up and down the underside with a trip around the tip, and deep pulls with enough pressure that I struggled not to lose my mind every time I bumped the back of her throat. Her hand cupped and tugged my balls while the other explored. Her fingers trailed up my stump, curled around my hip at one point to pull my pelvis into her face even tighter, and made their way back around to grip my ass.

Her eyes glowed as she looked up at me. She hummed a sexy noise against my cock, and the pressure built at the base of my spine. Her right hand disappeared from my side and skated down to those little black panties.

“Oh no you don’t,” I growled. “That’s mine.”

In one deft move, I reached under her arms, lifted her up and laid down, pulling her onto my face. I might not have the leverage of two legs, but I had a hell of a lot of upper body strength and the element of surprise on my side.

“Drew,” she squealed.

Her protests devolved into moans as I tugged her panties to the side and ran my tongue through her slick folds. If I’d had any flicker of reservation left about her seeing me fully exposed, it evaporated the moment her wetness hit my tongue. “This all for me, baby?”

“Oh god, yes,” she panted. Her hips undulated, her body searching for more.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my face.” I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her down as close as I could get her. My nose brushed her clit as I pulsed my tongue in and out of her tight channel. She tasted like heaven, and I wanted to wring every drop out of her.

Crushing her down, I ground her against my face as she kept rocking. My tongue worked overtime as she chased her release. It didn’t take long before she clenched and then fluttered against my tongue. A wave of release spread across her whole body, making her movements jerky. She cried out.

She went to move off me, but I kept my arms clamped around her thighs.

“Drew.” Her voice came out in a pouty whine. “This was supposed to be about you.”

A laugh rumbled up my throat. “That was about me too, don’t you worry.” I kept teasing her with gentle strokes of my tongue that sent little aftershocks through her smallest muscles. After a few minutes, when she’d moved from riding out the last orgasm to building toward a new one, I tapped her thigh and slid forward a few inches beneath her. “I’m going to need you to do me a favor.”

“Anything,” she moaned.

“Condoms are in the top drawer.” I pointed to the dresser against the wall across from the bed.

She looked over her shoulder and then back at me. Scooting down, she adjusted so she straddled my waist, but she didn’t get off the bed. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, and my breath froze in my chest. Had she changed her mind? Decided the logistics of doing this without my leg on were too much of a headache?

My brain had been so lust-filled, I hadn’t stopped to figure out how we were going to make it work either. I’d never had sex with anyone without my prosthesis. I probably needed a stack of pillows or something to put under my stump for leverage.

Shit.There was nothing sexy about asking a woman to go collect all the pillows from the guest rooms so you could fuck her properly.

Her expression was tentative. I braced myself for disappointment.

“I’m clean. And I… After the surgery…”

Too dumbfounded to help her out, I watched her flounder around what she was trying to say while my brain played catch-up.

“I can’t get pregnant.” She sighed.

“Me too.”

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