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darted her tongue inside his mouth, effectively preventing rebuttal. When her fingers curled around his naked shaft, he quit trying to resist.
Finally she broke the kiss and looked at him, her expressive eyes glazed with passion and unmistakable insistence. Gray caught her hands and brought them to his lips. “Think about this, Andi. Think about what you’re asking for. And give me at least fifteen minutes to do what I have to do. If you’re sure, you know where my bedroom is. I’ll be there.”
With that he hauled himself into his chair and left her staring after him as he made his way down the hall, past the room where their son slept.
* * * * *
After he swung himself out of the chair and into bed a few minutes later, Gray stared up at the shiny chrome device that reflected eerie orange and green light from the lightning that still crackled outside his bedroom window.
At one time seeing a trapeze swinging over a bed would have had him conjuring up all sorts of arousing scenarios. Now he viewed it as just another testimonial to his disabilities, like the braces and the wheelchair and his scars. He hated them all.
Hated the naked fear. Fear that had him lying here ten times more paralyzed than his injuries could account for. Fuck, he hated the thought of Andi taking one look at his damaged body and screaming with horror.
What the hell had he been thinking, inviting her…?
Then she was there beside the bed, backlit by lightning, bending to grasp the hem of her T-shirt. Smiling down at him as she lifted it slowly up her body, revealing firm calves…fit, slender thighs. His cock rose to attention at the sight of her pussy with its neatly trimmed red-gold bush. The pussy that had filled his dreams.
The wet pussy. Jesus, he smelled her womanly musk from here. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her again, and his balls drew up against the base of his cock.
When she lifted the T-shirt past small, firm breasts with puckered brownish nipples more prominent now than in his memories, he closed his eyes. In a second or two she’d be looking down at him…seeing not the man he used to be but the one he was now. The man he could barely stand looking at in his bathroom mirrors.
Gray suppressed the moan that threatened to erupt from deep in his chest. Held out his arms, fully expecting she’d take a good look at him and run away screaming. But she didn’t.
Her sharp intake of breath made his gut clench, but then the bed covers shifted. The mattress dipped with her slight weight when she stretched out beside him, and he felt her soft, almost hesitant touch on his chest…his belly. Her breath, sweet-smelling and moist, followed a path along the jagged scar that ran from just below his chin to a spot about an inch above his right nipple.
His fingers itched to tangle in her hair, skim along her satiny skin. He wanted to drag her to him and taste her as she was tasting him. But he still was having trouble processing the fact that she was here, in his bed. Naked. Apparently wanting him damn near as much as he wanted her.
“Gray?” His name, spoken softly, huskily, reverberated against his nipple and bathed it with warm sensation.
“Yes?”
“Do these still hurt?” With one finger, she traced along the network of scar tissue. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He covered her hand with his own. “You won’t.” Unless she suddenly decided she’d only thought she wanted sex with a cripple.
“Good.” She ringed his nipple with her tongue, sending feelings of urgency he remembered all too well coursing through him, increasing his arousal. “Wanna play?”
“God yes.” She’d asked that before, that Friday night so long ago, before unzipping his pants and giving him the best blow job of his life. His cock twitched, as if it remembered, too. Now she hesitated, as though waiting for him to take control.
Surrender. She’d reveled in his mastery, wanted the discipline she’d encouraged him to grab and
Finally she broke the kiss and looked at him, her expressive eyes glazed with passion and unmistakable insistence. Gray caught her hands and brought them to his lips. “Think about this, Andi. Think about what you’re asking for. And give me at least fifteen minutes to do what I have to do. If you’re sure, you know where my bedroom is. I’ll be there.”
With that he hauled himself into his chair and left her staring after him as he made his way down the hall, past the room where their son slept.
* * * * *
After he swung himself out of the chair and into bed a few minutes later, Gray stared up at the shiny chrome device that reflected eerie orange and green light from the lightning that still crackled outside his bedroom window.
At one time seeing a trapeze swinging over a bed would have had him conjuring up all sorts of arousing scenarios. Now he viewed it as just another testimonial to his disabilities, like the braces and the wheelchair and his scars. He hated them all.
Hated the naked fear. Fear that had him lying here ten times more paralyzed than his injuries could account for. Fuck, he hated the thought of Andi taking one look at his damaged body and screaming with horror.
What the hell had he been thinking, inviting her…?
Then she was there beside the bed, backlit by lightning, bending to grasp the hem of her T-shirt. Smiling down at him as she lifted it slowly up her body, revealing firm calves…fit, slender thighs. His cock rose to attention at the sight of her pussy with its neatly trimmed red-gold bush. The pussy that had filled his dreams.
The wet pussy. Jesus, he smelled her womanly musk from here. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her again, and his balls drew up against the base of his cock.
When she lifted the T-shirt past small, firm breasts with puckered brownish nipples more prominent now than in his memories, he closed his eyes. In a second or two she’d be looking down at him…seeing not the man he used to be but the one he was now. The man he could barely stand looking at in his bathroom mirrors.
Gray suppressed the moan that threatened to erupt from deep in his chest. Held out his arms, fully expecting she’d take a good look at him and run away screaming. But she didn’t.
Her sharp intake of breath made his gut clench, but then the bed covers shifted. The mattress dipped with her slight weight when she stretched out beside him, and he felt her soft, almost hesitant touch on his chest…his belly. Her breath, sweet-smelling and moist, followed a path along the jagged scar that ran from just below his chin to a spot about an inch above his right nipple.
His fingers itched to tangle in her hair, skim along her satiny skin. He wanted to drag her to him and taste her as she was tasting him. But he still was having trouble processing the fact that she was here, in his bed. Naked. Apparently wanting him damn near as much as he wanted her.
“Gray?” His name, spoken softly, huskily, reverberated against his nipple and bathed it with warm sensation.
“Yes?”
“Do these still hurt?” With one finger, she traced along the network of scar tissue. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He covered her hand with his own. “You won’t.” Unless she suddenly decided she’d only thought she wanted sex with a cripple.
“Good.” She ringed his nipple with her tongue, sending feelings of urgency he remembered all too well coursing through him, increasing his arousal. “Wanna play?”
“God yes.” She’d asked that before, that Friday night so long ago, before unzipping his pants and giving him the best blow job of his life. His cock twitched, as if it remembered, too. Now she hesitated, as though waiting for him to take control.
Surrender. She’d reveled in his mastery, wanted the discipline she’d encouraged him to grab and
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