Until he almost dropped her. She’d rescued him. Again.
With the humiliation battering him, he focused on the scrap of warm fabric in his hands. This had been touching her breasts.Hecould be touching her breasts if he got over his loathing and just dealt with his changed circumstances.
The thought gave him the strength to push down the rest of the negativity. What were his options?
Did he want to put his leg back on? Would it feel unnatural and be in the way in the bedroom, or would it help him balance? Too many unknowns and time was wasting. He grabbed his leg and crawled awkwardly after Gretchen. Just before the doorway of her bedroom, he lifted himself up and hopped into the room, closing the door behind him, leaning against the door so he could work out his next move. Gretchen lay sprawled in her underwear on her bed, looking like a temptress. He hardened as she smiled at him. “I’m glad you joined me.”
So was he. Now to get from the door to the bed without looking like an idiot.
The room was simply furnished; a single bed-side table which didn’t match the frame of the bed, and what looked like a touch lamp from the nineties on top of it. A few clothes hung in the walk-in-robe, but that was all there was. Simple and cheap. Probably all Gretchen could afford. Arthur had the sudden urge to buy her nice things, not as a bribe or as a show of power, but because he wanted her to have whatever she wanted.
“Are you going to stay there all night?”
The sultry tone brought his attention right back to Gretchen, where it belonged. Two hops got him to the edge of the bed. He placed his right knee on the bed and stretched over to lean his prosthesis up against the bed-side table in case he needed it. Then he gave his entire attention to Gretchen.
“You’re a little overdressed, aren’t you?”
He ripped off his T-shirt, obeying her every command, unspoken or not. He scanned her body, from her painted pink toenails to her dishevelled blonde hair. Where to start?
He was always one to savour and save the best to last, but he wasn’t certain what the best would be. He started at her feet. She needed to be worshipped.
His lips brushed the tops of her feet, kissing them as his hands massaged the balls of them. She let out a soft moan. “That feels so good.”
He smiled. He would pleasure every inch of her body until she couldn’t remember her own name. She would know the joys of being pampered.
Slowly he worked up her body, rubbing one foot and then the other, before turning her over so he could nibble on her calves, and kiss and lick her thighs. Beneath him she became a boneless mass of relaxation and her quiet groans sent blood straight to his groin. At her bottom, he slid his finger under her panties, tracing the curve of the fabric around her thigh, and felt the heat of her wetness.
“Please, Arthur.” She pressed closer to his hand.
He fought for control, every part of him wanting to rip her underwear off and plunge into her.
Slowly.
He slid her underwear off and threw it on the floor. Then, unable to resist, he slid two fingers between her thighs and stroked.
She bucked into him. “Yes.”
Arthur rolled her onto her back and her eyes full of desire almost undid him. He tasted her sweetness from his fingers and she lifted her hips towards him and reached for the condom on her bedside table. “More.”
His erection pushed against his shorts, wanting out. “There’s no rush.” Still, he pushed his remaining clothes off. Brushing a thumb against her mound, he then kissed his way up her stomach until he reached her breasts. Small, plump and just the right size for his hand.
He licked and sucked first one nipple and then the next.
Her moans grew louder. “Arthur, you’re killing me.”
His name on her lips made him feel strong, powerful. “I need to savour you.”
“I’ve been savoured.” She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close so she could kiss him.
Her passion and desire sent a surge of lust through his body. He met her kiss with equal passion, and he groaned when she rubbed herself against his cock.
“I need you inside of me.”
He fought for control, taking the moment to kiss and nibble her neck while his hand searched for the condom on the bedside table. Finding it, he made quick work of sliding it on. Then he swept kisses across her face, ending on her mouth and as she opened for him, he slowly slid inside of her.
Their moans mingled. Home. It was as if he belonged here with her. He relished the moment and then moved, slowly at first, almost unwilling to remove any part from her, and then faster as the urges built.
“Yes.” She met him thrust for thrust until she shuddered, clenching tighter around him and he was lost.
