“Very okay.” Heath held out his arms. “I need you, baby.”
Baby. How could something so standard sound so special?
I positioned myself. “This good?”
“Perfect?”
I lined up and pressed. Hmm, nothing happened.
“Little more force,” Heath coached me. “You won’t hurt me.”
I pushed harder and held my breath. His body gave way, and the tip slipped inside him. I immediately stopped. “Good?”
“Perfect. Go deeper.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. The angle was a little different from what I was used to with women, but I found it quickly enough and then stretched out on top of him as I sank inside him inch by inch. He was like a furnace inside, a slick, hot furnace that squeezed my cock perfectly. It was everything I had imagined it would be and more.
“It feels so good. You feel so good,” I said between clenched teeth.
Jesus, how the fuck was I going to last? Staying power had never been an issue for me, but this was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Finally, I was all the way inside him, my balls rubbing against his skin. Heath let out a happy sigh, his eyes cloudy. “Perfect.”
I kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you.”
He smiled at me again. “Are you getting sappy on me, Sergeant Grumpy?”
The lighthearted joke wouldn’t come. “Yeah,” I said instead, my voice a little wavy. “I guess I am.”
He blinked, then grabbed my face and pulled it down. He kissed me fiercely, his tongue invading my mouth, starting another dance with mine. I poured everything I couldn’t say into that kiss. All those unfamiliar, tender emotions inside me that somehow made me want to smile and cry at the same time, that had me giddy and yet unsteady, that made me want to kiss him and fuck him and hold on to him until dawn broke—I packed it all into that kiss.
He canted his hips, and I started moving even as our mouths stayed connected. My body seemed to know what to do, even though I’d never done this before. I retreated out of him in this slow, sensual slide, then surged back in until I bottomed out. Every move was controlled, precise, and I had never been more aware of my body.
Nerves I hadn’t even known I had lit up with pleasure, all the way from my toes to the top of my head. I even had phantom pleasure in my missing limb, and that was a new one. For once, and maybe for the first time, I was perfectly okay with myself.
Heath gently pushed against my shoulder. “Roll on your back.”
I did as he asked, and he rolled with me, positioning himself on top of me. “Wanna feel you as deep as you can go,” he said.
I pulled my legs up slightly and spread them, giving him enough room to sit up, and he did. He took me all the way inside him until my whole cock disappeared, then did a little corkscrew move down. My eyes crossed in my head. “Jesus, have mercy.”
Heath grinned. “He might, but I don’t.”
He raised himself, then sank down. The view of him was magnificent. His face was so expressive, and he allowed me to see every emotion he felt. Gone was the sadness and almost despair from before, and instead, a peace came over him, combined with a deep joy and a sense of intense pleasure.
“See, if I angle it just right…” He lifted himself again and surged down, throwing back his head and closing his eyes as a long moan flew from his lips. “Jesus, yes, right there…”
When he did it again, I added a little force as I snapped my hips up, and his eyes rolled back for a moment. Our bodies were in sync as we moved in effortless coordination. I had no clue how we even managed that, seeing as how I’d never done this before, but by some miracle, we got it all right.
I missed being able to kiss him, but what I got in return was the ability to watch him as he took his pleasure from me. And I couldn’t take my eyes off him, the sight too mesmerizing.
Even though I was on edge and ready to blow, time seemed to slow down. A full awareness hit me, this deep sense of being wholly present with all my senses. His warm skin against mine. The sounds of our pants and moans. The thick scent of our arousal. His flushed cheeks, glazy eyes, and the way he bit his lip as he took what he needed. His taste was still on my lips, on my tongue.
Heath’s moves were slowing, and I caught a wince. Was this position bothering his stump? It had to. When he rose again, his lips pressed together in another clear signal he was in pain.
I put my hands on his hips and lifted him off me. “What…?” he protested.
“Ssshh, different position, darlin’.”
