When she went to reach for her prosthetic leg, Brice moved, and without warning her, he picked her up, holding her in his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m carrying you,” he simply replied as he headed for the bedroom.
“Why? I can walk. I just need my leg.”
“Why walk when I can carry you?”
“Because you can’t be with me all the time, Brice. I have to do this on my own,” she replied.
“I know, but right now, you don’t have to,” he said, laying her on the bed. “And besides, Doc said you’re supposed to be taking it easy and not putting any pressure on your ankle.”
Sliding her up the bed, Brice became worried when she didn’t say anything. Sitting down beside her, he took her hands in his and said, “Vanessa Sanchez, you are a remarkable woman. You are strong and independent, and I love that about you. I want to get to know you better, and I hope you want to know me, too. What happened in the bathroom was a dream come true for me, and I can’t thank you enough for trusting me to do that. I will cherish that memory forever.”
“You make it sound as if that will be the last time we’re ever together,” she whispered.
“Well, I’m hoping it isn’t, but I won’t force you to do anything you’re not ready for. The next move is yours, sweetheart,” Brice said and then kissed her forehead. He released her hands and was about to get up when she grabbed him. “Don’t go.”
“If I stay, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you,” he slowly said, making sure she understood his words. When she blinked several times and blushed, Brice wondered if he had overstepped his bounds.
However, she put all of that to rest when he heard her say, “Then don’t.”
Chapter Ten
Vanessa knew she was taking a big leap of faith, but there was something in Brice’s tone and the way he looked at her that let her know he would never hurt her. Oh, he was as big as a tree, but gentle as a lamb. She still didn’t know why she accepted him into her bath, or why she allowed him to give her one of the best orgasms she had ever had. It was more of a feeling than anything else, and when he cried before her, he opened his soul to her. It was one of the most endearing moments of her life, one that she would never forget. There was no way their story was over, and she was eager to see what life had planned for her as long as Brice was with her.
After unwrapping her towel, she threw it on the floor and lay on the bed, her arms raised out for his embrace. Brice stood, letting his towel fall to the floor besides hers, and joined her in bed.
Her fingers glided against his smooth skin, sending a small but sudden chill up her back. There wasn’t a stitch of hair on him, just ripples and ripples of muscle. He was beautiful, like a sculpted masterpiece, and he was here in bed with her. It was getting hard to concentrate, but she fought to maintain her composure. “I hope you like me.”
“Baby, I’m gonna tell you something, and I don’t want you freak out on me, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I loved you. I didn’t know you at the time, but my heart did, and since that moment, I’ve fallen deeper in love with you. This moment couldn’t be more precious to me.”
Vanessa listened, though his bare chest and the feel of the muscles in his arm, just under her fingertips, distracted her mind. “You love me?”
“With all my heart.” Brice smiled as he cupped her face. His touch was like fire on her body. She was hot for him. The words that escaped his mouth seemed to take forever as she found herself lost in him.
Snuggling up closer to him, she felt childish, as if she were experiencing a first date with a man all over again. He looked down at her, and she up at him. When Brice smiled out of the corner of his mouth, she seemingly retreated, unsure of what to do next. She had never been in this position before. Oh, she could be assertive before, but she never had to be before. Before, the men she was with took control, and she followed. However, Brice lay before her, still watching her as she watched him. Waiting for what she thought was inevitable, but saddened when it never came. It seemed like minutes had passed, and she felt maybe a little disappointed that he hadn’t taken control of her. Then, as she dropped her arm to her side, she heard him growl.
She looked at him with a mock panic and a big smile, and before she could stop him, he moved in, tickling her. Her laughter rang out as she fought to get away, but Brice had a hold of her and was clearly enjoying every little laugh that escaped her.
Vanessa fought back, finally managing to get an arm out, and with a swift bit of training, she rolled Brice over onto his back, or so she thought. When Brice laughed, too, she knew he had hoodwinked her. He must have felt her making a weight shift and let her go with it. All was fair in love and war. Smiling up at her as he let her pin him down, he made mock escape attempts while she giggled, straddling his chest. She was an absolute mess, she was sure. She knew her hair was wet and wild as it fell down her back. As she settled onto Brice’s chest, she became acutely aware of a burning sensation in her stomach. She still wore the smile and still laughed a little, but there was something else stirring in her.
She pushed at her hair to keep it from getting right into his face, but he reached up and pushed it back for her. Her hands moved out of the way and came to rest on his chest. “You let me win.”
Brice looked at her for a long time, his hands gently pushing through her hair, and said, “If it means I get to hear your melodious laughter, then I will always let you win.”
She moved her head to meet his touch. Suddenly the look on her face was replaced with something a little bit more heated. There was desire pouring off her. She was flush from the comment he had just made as she searched for words somewhere. She smiled again. “Well, now that I have you where I want you, whatever shall I do with you?”
Brice wiggled underneath her, and it lit the fire of her passion even more. Feeling his body underneath hers, his heat working through her most sensitive of places, aroused her like no other. With his hands still resting on her neck, he commented, “Whatever your heart’s desire.”
Vanessa raised an eyebrow at that. “My heart’s desire, huh? Well let me think about that for a sec.”
Brice growled again, grabbing her around the waist, throwing her back on the bed. He pinned her there while she laughed aloud again. He grinned and chuckled. She was more relaxed than he’d ever seen her, and more beautiful. Before she could say another word, he leaned over her and gently placed a sensuous kiss on her lips.
Vanessa secretly hoped he would take control. She knew she wasn’t bold enough to go after it, but since their first kiss, she’d never forgotten the feel of his lips on hers. She wanted to feel it again for some time, yet was too afraid to ask. She exhaled a soft sigh as her lips parted slightly.
She squirmed under him as he shifted for a better position. Letting go of her hands, he stayed above her as he slowly moved his legs between hers. She was enjoying every moment that his lips were on hers. Especially when Brice ran his hands down her waist as he encircled her with his strong arms.
Vanessa ran her hands up through his hair. She could feel his thick black locks that shown like obsidian glistening under the night sky. She was lost in the moment. His lips touching hers, his hands on her body, the heat rising between the two of them as the burning desire in her stomach reached a fever pitch.
Slowly he moved his lips around to a sensitive spot just below her ear. After a long minute, he whispered, “I want you.”
A smile spread across her face as she panted, “I know.”
Brice pulled back a little and looked in her eyes. His eyes were smoldering. “You know?”
Vanessa grinned. “Well, I may be guessing here, but that’s a pretty big welcoming committee you have there between my legs.”
Brice chuckled as he kissed at her neck. Vanessa felt herself slowly giving in to Brice’s careful ministrations. He seemed to know exactly where to kiss an
d just how much pressure to apply with his soft lips. At one point, a sigh managed to escape her lips, and she blushed hearing it. As if they had a mind of their own, her fingers ran through Brice’s hair, drawing his lips closer to her skin, which suddenly seemed to be so much warmer. Her leg had wrapped about his, securing him to her in a gentle hug.
“You do know you’re entirely too good at this,” she murmured.
Brice looked up at her, and he smiled a devilish and heated smile. “Some people are just gifted with it.” And again he kissed her under her ear. Her breath quickened as his hands ran up the side of her body. Slowly they were becoming more and more heated as their bodies began to exude the passion that they were sharing between each other. Vanessa felt intoxicated with his body and felt as though she had to kiss every inch of him repeatedly. She didn’t just want to. It felt to her as though it was what she was here in this world to do.
Slowly, he began working his way down her neckline and pushing down toward the top of her breast, his intention clear when he quickly looked up at her and smirked. She smiled as he tickled her neck with his breath. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“The promised land.” Brice’s coy response had her laughing at his cheesy remark, and so did he. Her belly moved as she laughed.
“I think you’ll find the promised land welcoming,” she teased him. Her hands continued to toy with his hair as he moved lower down her body.
God he was gorgeous, she thought as she smiled softly at him. She’d been attracted to men before, but nothing like this. She was dangerously on the verge of falling head over heels in love. Vanessa wasn’t quite sure she was ready for that. Still, she didn’t push his hands away. If anything, her body longed more for his touch, his caress, his kiss.
His lips trailed down from her neck and to the very tops of her breasts. Vanessa shifted and moved her hand up to caress his shoulders. Breathing a deep sigh as his warm, tender lips touched her sensitive nipples, she let the fire in her stomach blaze out of control. Though some part of her was desperately clinging to her strict sensibility, but it was quickly being overrun by the fact that she could feel just how excited he was getting by his ministrations. Her hips shifted a fraction of an inch, sliding against his hard shaft.
There was the briefest of pauses as Brice inhaled swiftly. When his lips returned to her skin, there seemed to be more urgency in them as he meticulously tended to every inch of her skin. Vanessa knew that perhaps things were moving too quickly, but her body burned for him, and sometimes sensibility held nothing on carnality. Every time Brice shifted, Vanessa could feel him becoming more and more aroused. She had shifted, and the right parts were rubbing together, and stopping was the farthest thing from her mind.
Her body sizzled underneath his lips, and she found herself breathless with anticipation. As Brice’s hands ran down the sides of her body and back up the outsides of her thigh, he stopped. It was then that Vanessa realized which leg he touched, and the fire within her evaporated into smoke. When her body froze, Brice looked up at her, as she down at him, and they both knew that now was the point of no return.
“May I?” he asked.
Not knowing what he was up to, she quietly nodded her head in fear. No one had touched her leg, well except for her doctor, but he was a seventy-two-year-old man she was not sexually attracted to. However, she was attracted to Brice, and she worried that her stump would be a major turn off for him. There was only one way to find out. Holding her breath, she watched as he sat up and took her leg in his hands.
Caressing her thigh down to her knee, he stayed above her amputated part. She knew her stump wasn’t attractive by any means, but given what she endured, she was happy that she still had a good portion of her leg. However, when Brice moved his hand lower, everything in her still.
“You know something, Vanessa. I may not know what you go through every day, living with only one leg, but I know this. What you did, what you are, and the fact that you survived means more to me than your missing leg. You are an amazing woman, and I only hope that one day that I can endeavor to deserve a woman like you.” Then before he said anything more, Brice leaned over and kissed her stump.
Vanessa knew he was looking for her approval, and she was looking for his. The eye contact lasted for what felt like years before finally she smiled ever so faintly. Fueled by this, Brice brought his lips back to hers in a fierce kiss, one filled with desire. She could feel him pressing himself against her while her leg slid against his. His mouth opened to hers. and she could feel his hot breath on her. Making love to her tongue, that was what it felt like. His mouth was gentle, yet hard when it needed to be. She, too, was applying the right pressure at the right time as her leg slid along his. Their hips pressed together, their heat pressed together as the fire raged within her again, the fire of his arousal.
She managed to squeeze one arm through some space between their intertwined bodies. Her fingers brushed lightly against his skin, moving slowly, slowly downward toward his cock. She needed to feel him, to touch him, to caress him as he did her. She moved slowly for effect and partially because she was so distracted by his hand on her breast.
The only thing on her mind was the feel of his skin against hers, the need for him, her hunger, as she wanted to please him in a way she hadn’t pleased anyone in some time. Her fingers finally found his hard cock, and she started to caress downward as best she could from her current position. She felt his breath lift a little, and a surprisingly soft moan escaped into her mouth as he found his way to her nipple. Vanessa hadn’t been touched like this in so long, and it felt so good.
Her hand trailed down his body as suddenly he breathed a broken sigh. He felt so good in her hand, strong and stiff, even if it was hard for her to do considering her current positioning, but she didn’t care. She had a stiff cock in her hand that wasn’t battery operated. Brice tried to shift his position to help her, but his movements only frustrated her more. Without warning, he shifted his weight as he rolled her back over on top of him.
Vanessa laughed as she suddenly felt Brice pulling her over and around. He smiled also as her hands reached to his sides and lightly tickled him. His smile turned to a heated fire, as hers did when she found herself resting atop the very bulge she had been touching for before. Skin to skin, heat to heat, the fires within her raged.
Leaning down, she kissed him again as her hips slowly gyrated. Vanessa was surprised how thick his cock was pressed against her, but she found herself only wanting him more as she felt his hands reach down her back and grab on to her butt, caressing it ever so slightly.
Her body trembled with unspent passion. It had been locked away inside for so long, and now that it had a chance to surface, it overwhelmed her. She ran her fingers across Brice’s chest and then laid her bare breasts against his naked chest.
The contact of skin on skin sent a jolt through her. Reality seemed dim. All that existed was the passion between them. Her hands once again managed to work their way down to that thickness below her, pausing only to tease the skin just above his manhood.
Vanessa worked her hand slowly, drawing things out, heightening the anticipation not only for him, but for her as well. Below her, she could tell Brice was feeling the heat of desire as much as she was. His breathing had become more rapid and heavy as things had progressed. Vanessa relished the sound of it, listening to it as if it were the beginning of the sweetest symphony. At long last, her hand brushed against his cock, and he jumped. A delicious smile spread across her face.
If she thought she was hot, his cock was scorching. Her hand turned over and took ahold of his completely hard cock. A devilish smile spread across her face as she realized that she couldn’t quite wrap her whole hand around it. Vanessa bit her lip seductively as her hair fell in her face and she leaned forward to say, “What a mighty big cock you have.”
“The better to serve you with, my dear.” Brice grinned.
“Whatever shall I do with it?” she asked, fanning her
face.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
Vanessa leaned down and breathed in his ear. “Anything?” she asked and then bit his earlobe a little.
“Anything.” Brice smiled. “But be gentle, baby. It’s been a while.”
“Guess we’re both in the same boat then, because it’s been forever for me,” she murmured back, her eyes teasing him the entire time.
Brice rolled her back over onto her back. “Then I guess I better fix that.”
Vanessa lay back easily as their bodies again changed places. The heat he was putting out was intense. His hands found her breasts again and caressed them until a soft groan came from her as he centered himself easily between her legs as she opened them for him.
Vanessa could now feel his stiff cock pressing against her pussy, waiting for what, she didn’t know. She had to admit, for a man who hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, Brice had amazing restraint. Now, she prayed his stamina was the same. She yearned for him, and she could tell just by the way that he moved with her in time that he yearned for her, too.
Vanessa let out a long, breathy moan as his hands slid over the pelvis, his fingers, gentle and tender, worked slowly up and down her bare pussy. The pounding of her heart in her ears drowned out every bit of their surroundings. Her breath began to come a little faster when Brice pressed between her legs. She knew she was both incredibly hot and wet.
A whimper of sadness escaped Vanessa’s lips as Brice pulled his hand away from her, but then Vanessa realized what he meant to do. Vanessa’s entire body trembled as she saw the look Brice returned. She saw that he meant to have her, as much as she meant to be taken. Her body burned with a fire that could only be extinguished by this man, by the union of their bodies. Brice slid his hands up and down her curved legs, and he took one of them in his hands. Vanessa felt herself letting it all go as Brice slowly traced from her calf to the back of her knee with his tongue.
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