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“Damn, Ri,” I groan, tangling my hands in her luscious curls and tilting her head up so I can kiss her forehead. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“I want you inside me.” Her voice is laced with arousal.
Rolling over, I grab the condom I stashed away earlier and roll it on before covering my dick in lube. When I turn back to Riley, she has an impish grin.
“Someone’s ready, I see.”
I pretend to glower at her, but I can’t deny she’s right. “Let’s call it optimistically prepared.”
Her giggle is perfection. And when I line up with her sex, the tip of my cock just barely nudging at her, I pause to take it all in. This amazing woman is trusting me with something so special, so beautiful.
“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel right,” I say in a gravelly voice.
“I will.”
CHAPTER9
Riley
Everything feels right. Every single second of tonight, from the moment Dean lifted me out of my wheelchair, has felt right.
And now, as I watch him slowly slide his cock into me, in and out, carefully going deeper every time, I realize something.
I’m in love with him.
This man who has shown me more consideration, more compassion, more respect, and more affection than anyone else in my life outside of my family.
I love him. And when he finally settles all the way inside with a low groan, my heart and mind start singing my love for him so loudly I’m positive he can hear it.
“Are you okay, babe?” he says in a guttural voice, but I’m too consumed by both my newfound emotions and the waves of exquisitely heady sensations I’m feeling.
“Mmhmm,” I say dreamily, my hands traveling down the muscular expanse of his back to the globes of his tight butt. “I’m great.”
His low chuckle sends a shiver through me. I notice him start to move, and even though I can’t actually feel him penetrating me, I can, somewhat, feel him inside. Some sort of neuro pathway is connecting the sensations from below my waist to my brain, and the pleasure I’m feeling is undeniable.
It doesn’t matter that my legs don’t work. It doesn’t matter that I can’t actively participate as much as I wish I could. It doesn’t matter that I don’t think I can properly orgasm.
All that matters is that Dean and I are connected — intimately connected — and the desire, pleasure, and pure freaking happiness I’m feeling is echoed back at me from him, over and over.
His movements start to become more choppy as he starts to grunt in my ear. “Riley. Babe. Shit, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” I moan in response, grabbing his biceps and just holding on. He thrusts a few more times, then stills, my name a prayer on his lips before he withdraws slowly and lowers himself to my side.
“I’m sorry you didn’t…”
“No, no, no,” I interrupt with my finger on his lips. “That might never happen, Dean. And I’m okay. I’m more than okay. I’m flying high, perfectly happy and gosh, I don’t know. I’m feeling all the things right now.”
He nuzzles in between my neck and shoulder and kisses the spot where my pulse is beating wildly. “Me too. All the things.”
Dean lifts himself away and walks into the en suite bathroom. I hear him doing whatever it is guys do after sex and take the minute alone to catalogue my body. No dizziness, that’s good. Heart rate is fast, which is to be expected. Nothing hurts, and I don’t think I’m in any bad positions. Yay. But then I glance down, and I guess I make a sound of dismay at the flecks of blood I see there.
“It’s normal when it’s your first time, babe.”
I look up to see Dean coming back to the bed, a wet cloth in hand.
“May I?” he asks, gesturing between my legs. I nod, suddenly embarrassed. But as always, Dean is nothing but gentle and respectful as he cleans me up. When he’s done, he tosses the cloth toward the bathroom door and stretches out beside me, pulling the blanket up from the bottom of the bed to cover us.
“How do you feel?” he asks, and I turn my head to face him.
