Page 15 of Broken Bonds

She falls silent.

“Why what?” I gently prod.

She continues to hesitate and I don’t push. I just stand there and wait.

At length, she releases a deep breath and reaches down to grab her pant leg. Slowly, she rolls it up and, to my surprise, reveals a prosthetic leg. It’s several moments before I realize I’m gawking at her. When I look up at her face, her cheeks are burning red and she’s biting her lip, fighting back tears.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, thinking she must be feeling pain at last if she’s on the verge of crying.

She shakes her head. “No…no more than usual.”

“Then…what’s the matter?”

She shrugs, not looking at me. “I know it’s…a lot…”

It takes me a moment to realize what she means, and when it hits me, my gut twists.

“Samantha…your leg doesn’t bother me,” I tell her softly.

Blinking, she peeks up at me. “What?”

“I’m sorry I stared,” I continue. “I was surprised. I honestly had no idea you had a prosthetic. You hold yourself so well, and you don’t even limp. It’s rather impressive, actually.”

The tension that’s tightened her shoulders eases somewhat. “Impressive? Really?”

I nod. “Absolutely.”

The corner of her mouth twitches, as if she’s about to smile.

Now that I’ve eased her anxiety about her leg, I lean back over her and press another kiss to her lips. She hesitates to return it, but slowly she begins to give into the passion boiling between us again. When my hands go back to her pants, she doesn’t stop me as I undo them and move to slide them down her legs. Her prosthetic is cool and smooth, and her other leg is soft and warm, but it’s Samantha as a whole that turns me on.

Once I pull her pants and underwear off of her, I press my fingers between her legs and I release a hiss of breath.

“You’re already so wet,” I growl. “You need this as much as I do, don’t you?”

Biting her lip, she nods wordlessly. I slip my finger inside her and begin to pump. She let outs a little whimper.

“Oh…that feels so good,” she says, spreading her legs wider for me. “If you keep that up, I’m going to…god, please…”

I slide my finger in and out of her faster and faster. The only warning I get that she’s reaching her climax is a sharp cry as she arches her back, and her channel clamps down on me, as though refusing to let me go.

I don’t give her time to recover. Removing my finger from her entrance, I quickly undo my own pants and shove them down then take myself in hand. I’m already so hard, I’m throbbing. Lining myself up with her entrance, I meet her hooded gaze and hold it as I push deep inside her.

Her lips part and her eyes widen. When I’m seated fully in her, I pause.

“Okay?” I ask, my voice tight as I hold myself back.

She nods. “Yes! Don’t stop. Please!”

At her command, I begin moving my hips. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to last. She feels so good. Perfect, really. I gaze down at her as I slide in and out of her faster and faster. Her lips look so plump and luscious, I go in for another kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me tight, and I can’t help but marvel at how perfectly we fit together.

Like two pieces of a puzzle.

I can feel my own release rushing toward me, and I know I can’t stop it. I lower one hand to press a thumb against her sensitive nub and rub it, determined that she’ll finish one more time before I do. She’s beautifully sensitive, and soon enough, she’s tightening around me again and screaming my name as her whole body spasms.

At the sight of her coming completely undone, I can’t hold myself back anymore and pump my hips harder and harder until I throw my head back with a roar. My whole body is consumed with a blinding pleasure that nearly brings me to my knees. I collapse forward onto her, careful not to put all my weight on her as we both fight to catch our breath.

When I can stand again, I lift myself off of her and gaze down at her flushed, smiling face.

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