Chapter 10 Luke #2
Her words ease my last doubts. This is really happening. I’ve got my woman, and we have a future together. Pure happiness shoots through my veins, and a huge grin spreads over my face.
“We better get some practice in.”
She giggles, and I kiss her through the smile and through the tears. Isla sighs into my mouth, and I kiss her harder. My hand snakes into her hair and I loosen the top knot, letting her hair cascade over her shoulders.
“You’re beautiful.”
She raises an eyebrow. “In a milk-stained top and hair I haven’t washed in four days?”
I look down at her top critically. It hugs her breasts in the most delicious way. “You’re right. This top needs to come off.”
My fingers tremble as I undo the top button of her checkered shirt. It’s been a long time since I undressed a woman and never one who I loved the way I love Isla.
Slowly I unravel her, button by button until the shirt falls open. Isla’s hand jolts up to cover her maternity bra.
“I don’t have any other bras that fit at the moment.” She bites her bottom lip, looking embarrassed. But I couldn’t care less about the plain practical bra.
I pry her fingers gently away. “We better get this off too.”
She giggles, and I reach around behind her to undo the clasp. I’m out of practice and my fingers fumble. “I feel like a fucking virgin. It’s been so long.”
Isla smiles. “I like that. I’d be worried if you could undo a maternity bra one handed.”
She undoes the clasp, and the straps go loose on her shoulders. I slide the bra down her shoulders and suck in my breath when it falls off, revealing her heavy breasts.
My dick jerks in my pants, and I almost lose it. “Fuck, Isla, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
I cup her left breast and press my lips to the skin. My research tells me she’ll be sensitive so I bypass the nipples, caressing every other part of her instead.
Her hands run down my chest, and she tugs at the bottom of my t-shirt. I help her shrug it off and discard it on the floor next to her clothes.
Her hands trail over my body, and my muscles flex under her touch. Her fingertips brush against my hard chest, making my skin heat. Then she leans forward to kiss my chest.
Every press of her lips has jolts of heat coursing through my body. My body’s on fire, and every flame leads to my dick. I’m so hard it’s painful.
I long to be inside her, but I’m not sure how the logistics are going to work.
I’m not sure if I can balance or what positions are best for a double amputee.
So I go on instinct, leaning into her and pressing our bodies together, loving how it feels good and how her little whimpers tell me it’s good for her.
Her hand glides lower down my chest, and I suck in a nervous breath when she gets to my lower torso. “Can I touch you down there?”
I know what she’s asking. No one touches what remains of my legs except my physical therapist. But if I’m going to let Isla in, I need to let her in all the way.
“Yes.” My voice is little more than a croak. “If you want to.”
Her hand glides over my bulge and to the top of my left thigh. It’s been so long since anyone touched me there that the sensation makes my phantom leg jerk. Isla pauses and turns her questioning gaze to me, asking silently if this is still okay.
I hold my breath and nod. This is more intimate that I ever imagined, and it scares the shit out of me. What if she’s turned off by what she finds? I fight the urge to push her away and instead unbutton my jeans.
“Take your pants off,” I instruct her. If I’m going to expose all of me, then I want both of us naked.
I wriggle out of my jeans, then take a deep breath and pull down my briefs. Our clothes are discarded on the floor. And then we’re both naked. Since the accident, I haven’t been naked in front of anyone who wasn’t a medical professional. I’m thankful for the dim light.
I’m breathing hard and terrified she’ll be turned off by what she sees. I hold my breath as she traces her fingers up my inner thigh. At the same time her lips press to my right nipple, and the sensation makes me jerk against her. My hardness bumps into her arm, and Isla giggles.
“I guess you like that.”
“Honey, I like everything you do to me.”
“Then open your eyes.”
I didn’t realize I had them closed, or that I was holding my breath. When I open them, Isla’s watching me, her eyes dark pools of desire.
And it finally hits me. She doesn’t care about my missing limbs; she’s not turned off by them. She wants my body as much as she wants my heart. If such a thing is possible, I fall for her even more.
“Fuck, I love you, Isla.” My voice comes out low and husky, and I slide my arm around her waist and pull her against me.
“I love you too, Luke.”
This time when I kiss her it’s urgent and hungry. Our bodies slide together, and my hardness presses against her soft belly. She opens her legs, and I pull her thigh over mine as my cock glides between her wetness.
I no longer think about what I’m lacking. All I can think about is moving my body to please Isla. I watch her expression to figure out what she likes as I glide between her folds.
My hand runs over her hip and her ass as I explore the contours of her body. We move together, lying side my side. But that’s not how I want to take my woman. I want to show her I can still take control in the bedroom.
Grabbing her shoulders, I flip Isla onto her back, making her gasp as I roll myself on top of her. Her eyes widen in surprise as I pin her down with my arms.
“Luke…” She moans my name as her hips thrust up to meet mine. Her thighs part for me, and I release her enough to guide myself into her.
We both groan as I sink inside.
Isla feels like heaven and everything good I’ve been missing. She clamps around me, and I squeeze my eyes shut before I lose control.
“Fuck, Isla, you feel incredible.”
I’ve never been more grateful for getting back to the gym as I prop myself up with my arms, using my strength to rock back and forth, sliding deeper with every thrust.
Isla wraps her legs around my buttocks, wordlessly providing the leverage I need to push deeper. I lean forward to kiss her neck and cheeks and lips and the sensitive place behind her ear that makes her body jerk when I press my lips to it.
I try to take it slow, but I’m unable to hold back the tide of emotion and sensations building inside of me. I give her everything I have as I lose myself in Isla, in the woman I love.
“Luke…” Isla’s moans turn to whimpers. Then she tenses under me and comes in a wave of heat and noise that breaks through my last restraints.
The dam bursts and a wave of bliss crashes over me, consuming every last doubt I had. Isla is mine, and I’ll make love to her every fucking day for the rest of my life.
I hold her close as I explode into her and she trembles under me, whimpering my name over and over again.
Afterwards we lie side by side talking long into the night.
Around midnight, Isla gets up to feed Cody and I join her, watching her with our son.
Then we go back to bed and make love two more times before Isla falls into a deep sleep. I watch her sleeping with her hair falling over the pillow and her mouth slightly open.
My chest feels like it might burst as I watch her, my woman.
Isla reminded me of what it means to be a man. She made me whole, and I’ll spend the rest of my life being the man she needs.