Page 28 of Broken Bonds

I can hear it in his tone that he’s telling me the truth. He’s giving me the power to bring this to an end. To stop us from crossing a line that we’ll never be able to come back from because the first time could be chalked up to an accident, a mistake. This time, we’re both fully aware of what we’re doing. The words are at the back of my throat. I know I should tell him to go. That would be the better choice for the both of us.

“Don’t stop.” The words slip past my lips before I fully realize I’ve said them. They simmer in the air between us, sealing our fate, for better or for worse.

Aleixo is the first to move. He reaches down and grasps the back of my thighs before hoisting me in the air. His lips find mine once more as he walks me across the room toward my small bed. Setting me down on the edge, he steps back, just out of my reach, and begins to shed his clothes. I feel my cheeks heat and my belly starts to flutter with nerves. I didn’t see him fully naked the last time. He’s leanly muscled with smooth skin and a broad chest.

He begins to undo his pants and my breath hitches. Pausing in his movements, he leans down over me, placing his hands on either side of my hips and bringing his face level to mine. He doesn’t say a word and just kisses me, somehow knowing that I needed that contact with him even when I didn’t realize it myself. One of his hands moves up to toy with the bottom of my shirt, and then he slips his fingers under the fabric to caress my side and belly.

Slowly, he pushes my shirt up over my head and then tosses it to the side. He doesn’t stop kissing me as his hands begin to caress my breasts, still covered by my bra. His movements are careful and tender, but his touch is still firm and confident. He slips my bra straps down before reaching around to undo the clasp and pull it off me, and suddenly I’m bare from the waist up. Pulling back from our kiss, he gazes down at me and his eyes grow hooded.

“Gods, Samantha…you’re so beautiful.”

His words send a shiver of pleasure coursing through me and I can’t help my smile. I don’t say anything, because I’m still embarrassed and have never been great at dirty talk, but I reach up and smooth my hands over his chest. He puffs up slightly, as if wanting more of my touch. My smile widens and then I let my hands slide down his torso to his half-fastened pants. Aleixo tenses, clearly understanding my intent, and he doesn’t move as I finish undoing his pants and then slide them down his hips with his underwear.

When his erection springs free, I gaze at it, mesmerized. I wrap my fingers around his base. He hisses out a breath when I stroke upward. I do it again, and again, until I have a steady rhythm going. He grows harder in my hand, until his fingers suddenly wrap around my wrist to still my movements.

“If you keep that up, I won’t last,” he bluntly tells me. “And I want to last.”

I want him to last too. I want us to take our time with each other, because this feels significant. I can’t really articulate why or how, but deep down there’s a part of me that knows this isn’t just sexual attraction. Whatever this is, it deserves reverence.

Aleixo gently presses against my shoulder, guiding me to my back on the bed. Then, he reaches for my pants.

“Wait,” I gasp before I can stop myself.

He freezes and glances up at me with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

Heat suffuses my cheeks and I throw my arms over my face to hide from him. “I’m just…afraid. Of how you’ll react.”

His fingers clutch my forearms and he gently pries my arms away so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Why would you be worried about that?” he asks. “I know about your leg. I’ve seen it. I’ve even seen you remove it. It really doesn’t bother me.”

“But you haven’t seen me…naked without it,” I manage to force out. “It’s different in this kind of setting.”

To my surprise, his lips curl up into a small smile and he chuckles. “Samantha, I promise you, I think you are wildly attractive, and your leg doesn’t and won’t deter me from thinking so. I don’t want you to worry about this.”

The confidence in his words does help. I slowly release a breath and manage to nod.

“Alright…if you say so. I trust you.”

He takes one of my hands and brings it to his mouth to kiss my knuckles.

“Good, now…can I please get into your pants?”

A laugh bursts past my lips and I nod. “Yes, you absolutely may.”

Grinning, he turns his focus back to the task of undressing me. He makes quick work of my pants and slowly rolls them down my hips before sliding them off my legs. I’m left lying before him with nothing but my panties and my prosthetic on.

To my immense relief, the hunger in his gaze doesn’t change. If anything, it intensifies as he peruses my body, as though he’s trying to figure out where to start first. To my delight, he lowers his head and kisses a spot right above the waistline of my panties. His fingers hook into their sides and he drags them down my legs, and just like that, I’m totally naked.

And I’m not embarrassed.

It’s impossible to be when he’s looking at me as though I were Aphrodite. Under his steady gaze, I feel beautiful and wanted, which are things I’ve struggled with ever since I lost my leg. No matter how confident I present myself to be, no matter how at peace with my situation I seem, there’s always been a part of me that simply feels broken and undesirable.

Aleixo drops to his knees and pushes my thighs apart. I let out a yelp of surprise at his sudden movements, but then the sound dissolves into a moan as he leans forward and begins to lick me. My fingers slide into his hair and I throw my head back as pleasure pours through me. Wow, he’s really good at this. In no time, I’m writhing on the bed, bouncing between whimpering Aleixo’s name and begging him not to stop.

I could feel that pleasure begin to tighten in my belly, the pressure growing more and more intense until I could feel myself begin to climb to that much-desired peak and release. I grow desperate to get there.

“Aleixo,” I murmur, “I’m getting so close…”

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