Page 78 of Love, Rekindled

“Just don’t look away,” I tell her as I get to my feet.

“Never,” Gretchen vows.

I remove my pants, waiting for the moment she breaks her promise. As they fall to the floor, Gretchen’s gaze is unwavering. She stays looking at me, then I drop my boxers, and her jaw goes slack.

“Holy shit,” she mutters and I know it’s not my leg she’s talking about.

“That didn’t get injured,” I say with a brow raised.

“Thank God for that.”

“I need to take it off.”

She nods.

I turn, sitting on the bed, using this small break to collect myself. I remove my prosthetic and then I feel her lips on my back.

“If you’re going to look away,” she say between kisses, “then it’s only fair I can touch while I wait.”

Her hand glides down my chest and her other one goes down to my cock. Her tiny hand grips me and starts to pump.

“Fuck,” I groan as she continues to jerk me off.

“I want to taste. Now. Lie down for me, babe.”

I shift onto the bed, using my arms and good leg to get me there. Gretchen doesn’t take her eyes from mine as she slides down my body and then wraps her lips around my cock.

I don’t even think about the fact that my leg is exposed. There’s no time to worry. Not a second to spare at the unease that I have when a woman sees it for the first time because all coherent thought goes out of my mind as she takes me deep.

“Jesus!”

She moans around my dick, making me even harder than I was before. Each time she comes up, she uses her tongue to rim me. It’s fucking heaven and hell at the same time.

Then she cups my balls, rolling them around, and I have to start focusing or I’m going to embarrass myself.

“Gretchen, baby, you have to stop or...” I give her the sign by tapping her head. “Baby.”

She goes down once more and then comes up. She kneels to the side of me, and I grip her hips, pulling her on top. Without a heartbeat, Gretchen swings her leg over, straddling me, and then sinks down.

“Oh my God.” Her head falls back, hair falling down her back, just brushing my hands.

Every time I think she can’t get any more perfect, she does. Right now, she’s a goddess.

And then she begins to ride me, taking me to heaven.

CHAPTER 15

Gretchen

Makinglove to Ben was a million times different than anything I’ve ever felt before. After, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. However, now, I have an empty bed and I’m not sure if he left.

I get up, toss a T-shirt on and head toward the kitchen.

“Shit!” I hear his deep voice and pause.

There’s some banging, more curse words, and then something that sounds like eggs cracking.

Oh, Lord.

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