by Susan Stoker
“What?” Bryn breathed.
He smiled and waited a beat, pinching her other nipple until it peaked against his fingers as its twin had. “I don’t have two hands to please both these babies at once…so I’ll have to use my fingers on one side and my mouth on the other if I want to stimulate them both at the same time.”
“God, Dane,” she moaned.
“Take your shirt off for me, Smalls,” Dane ordered. “I can’t do it with only one hand…and even if I could, I’m a bit busy at the moment.” He didn’t stop his caresses as she moved. Her hands unclenching from his sides to grab the hem of her shirt and draw it upward.
Dane propped himself up as far as he could on his elbow as she stripped for him. Her hair got caught in the shirt as she pulled it off and ended up spread out on the pillow under her. Distracted, Dane leaned down and buried his nose in the brown tresses.
“Fuck, you smell good, Smalls. I swear I get a hard-on anytime I smell coconut anymore. If we ever go to the actual beach it’s gonna be torture, because all I’ll be able to think about is you on my bed, your hair spread out on my pillow.”
Her hands came back to rest on his sides and pushed under his T-shirt. “Your shirt too,” Bryn demanded, ignoring his commentary about the beach and her hair.
“My hand is busy. Take it off for me,” Dane ordered.
She didn’t hesitate, drawing her hands up his sides, taking the cotton material with her as she went. Dane shivered as her warm hands caressed his sensitive skin. He let go of her nipple long enough to hold up his arm so she could get the material off, then immediately dropped his gaze to her chest.
“Dane, lift your other arm up so I can get it off,” Bryn demanded after the shirt had cleared his head.
“Leave it,” Dane said absently, relieved when she did as he asked. The shirt fell to the mattress. He hadn’t wanted to take his right hand off her chest long enough to prop himself up so the shirt could be thrown to the side.
He looked into Bryn’s wide, glassy eyes. “Beautiful, Bryn. I’ve never seen such perfection. Tell me what else you know about nipples.”
“Um…they show up on a fetus before the sex organs do… God…Dane!”
He barely heard her as he lowered his head and latched onto her right nipple with his mouth. He felt it peak even more as his teeth gently closed around it and he sucked with a light, steady pressure and caressed it at the same time with his tongue. His good hand plumped and caressed the other mound as he concentrated on the nipple in his mouth. Bryn squirmed under him, but wasn’t moving away. Finally, he pulled back from her and murmured, “I’ve wanted to do this since that night I was drunk and you lifted up your shirt just to be fair. I knew you’d be this responsive. I somehow fucking knew it.”
Dane didn’t give her a chance to respond, but moved his mouth to the other side and worshiped that nipple, using his hand to plump the fleshy mound higher up to his eager lips.
He pulled back when he felt her hand caressing his rock-hard cock under his jeans. He pushed his hips farther into her palm and threw his head back for a moment, enjoying her touch through the thick cotton material of his pants more than he’d liked other women’s hands on his bare skin.
Bringing the hand that had been at her breast up to her face, he palmed it and forced her eyes to his. “Are you sure, Smalls?”
“Men need more sex than women.”
“What?”
“Men need more sex than women,” Bryn repeated.
“Maybe so. But I’ve been masturbating on a regular basis since I met you. I can wait until you’re ready.”
“You were left-handed.”
Used to her seemingly random comments, Dane leaned closer to her and rubbed his chest over hers. “I was. And?”
Bryn’s breath hitched, but she asked, “Is it difficult to masturbate with your right hand?”
“Ah.” Dane smiled and answered her question honestly. “It was at first. It frustrated and pissed me off at the same time. I felt like I was twelve years old, trying to learn the best way to get off again. But it got easier with practice, and I’ve had lots of practice over the last two months.”
He didn’t think she understood at first, but then her eyes closed briefly and she moaned. Her eyes met his again and she shifted under him, dragging her erect nipples over his chest. “I’ve never come with a man. I have a vibrator, and I can orgasm with it if I hold it against my clit, but men haven’t seemed to know what to do.”
“I’ll give you permission to tell me exactly how you like, and need, to be touched if I can’t figure it out. How about that?” Dane moved his hand from her face to the back of her neck. “I want to be the first, Smalls. The first to feel your hot body clench around my dick as you explode. The first to watch you get yourself off. The first to show you how women can more easily have multiple orgasms than men.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself,” Bryn observed. “Most men have no idea how the female body is made or where to touch and how.”
“That’s why you can teach me.” He saw the interest in her eyes, so he continued. “Call it research. You can see if it’s possible to teach a one-handed former solder exactly where and how to touch you to get you off. Yeah?”
“Okay,” she agreed immediately. “If you’ll teach me how to touch you too. I’ve never given a guy a blow job…or gotten him off with my hands.”
“Damn, this is gonna be fun,” Dane declared, shifting until he was kneeling over her. “Take off your bra, Bryn. Then unbutton and unzip your pants, but don’t take them off. That’s my job.”
She nodded and immediately arched her back and moved her hands so she could undo the hook of her bra. Dane didn’t look away from her squirming body as his hand went to his own waistband to unfasten his pants. His cock hurt, pressed against the zipper as it was, but he didn’t dare release himself yet. He needed the pressure to keep control over his body. No matter what he’d told Bryn, it’d been a long time since he’d had sex, and he knew he wouldn’t last long at all once he got inside her.
After she’d done as he asked, Dane ordered, “Put your hands over your head.”
“I want to touch you,” Bryn pouted.
“And you will. But the second you do, I’m gonna explode. Let me take care of you first. Please?”
She nodded and slowly lifted her arms until they were resting on the pillow over her head.
Dane didn’t wait for her to get settled, but immediately moved his hand and eyes to her stomach. He flattened his hand on her belly and ran it up between her breasts, then all the way back down so the heel of it pressed against her pussy. Then he ran it upward again, this time running his calloused palm over her right breast, then the left, before dragging it back down her body.
“Dane…”
“Speechless, Smalls? I’m shocked,” he teased, keeping his hand moving over her body, getting her used to his touch and at the same time, stimulating her nerve endings.
“I can’t think,” she moaned as he leaned over her, using his thigh muscles to hold him upright, and ran his scarred stump lightly over her nipple. “Oh!”
“Was that a good oh, or a bad one?” Dane asked, freezing in place. He hadn’t thought about what he was doing, he’d actually forgotten about not having a hand on his left side. He didn’t want to do anything that would make her uncomfortable, but thankfully using his stump seemed to turn her on rather than off.
“Good. Definitely good. More.” Bryn squirmed under him, using her motions to rub herself against his stump.
“Yeah, Smalls. God, that’s so fucking sexy.” Dane couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of her rubbing her nipple against the scars on his left arm. She’d told him over and over again that she didn’t see him as handicapped and wasn’t repulsed in any way by his amputation site, but her actions right that moment made it finally stick in his mind. She was fully in the moment, wanting nothing more than to feel good, and he did that for her. It didn’t matter that he was missing a hand, or t
hat he was scarred, or even that he was jittery as all get out when he was in public.
As she continued to squirm against him, Dane used his hand to push her panties and jeans down until his thumb could reach her soaked folds. He looked down and inhaled a deep breath. Her pubic hair was soft as his hand brushed over it, but her pussy itself was slick and smooth.
“God, Bryn. You shave?” He looked up at her face as his thumb lazily caressed her, spreading her wetness over every inch of her pussy.
She shrugged, meeting his eyes and only stuttering once said, “It’s cleaner and m-more aesthetically pleasing to the eye.”
Dane pushed his hand down so the tip of his thumb pushed just inside her body, then pulled it out and moved up to her clit and swiped over it once. “It’s very pleasing to the eye. But one other pro…more sensitivity without the hair.”
Bryn’s hips pushed up into him and she inhaled deeply. “More,” she demanded.
“Are we entering the instruction phase of our lovemaking?” Dane asked with a smile.
“Yes.”
“And you’re gonna tell me where and how you want me to touch you if I don’t do it right?” Dane pushed her underwear down farther and twisted his wrist so his thumb once again rested at her opening. He pressed it into her slowly, but this time didn’t stop with just the tip. He kept going until it was inside her as far as it could go, and his index and middle fingers rested over her slippery clit.
Bryn nearly came up off the bed when he eased his thumb out, then back in, making sure to rub her clit with his other fingers as he did. Her hands came down from over her head and gripped both his biceps, her fingernails digging into his skin. Dane didn’t care that she’d moved, the small pain in his arms somehow increasing his pleasure of the moment. Neither of them was completely naked, but it was the sexiest and most erotic experience he’d ever had in his life.
Her hips lifted again until her back was taking all her weight. Dane shifted closer to her, letting her rest her raised ass on his upper thighs. He leaned over her, putting his left arm on her belly and resting his stump between her breasts to help hold her still.
The position opened her more to him, and Dane wished he’d had the foresight to take off her pants before getting this far, but he couldn’t stop now to save his life. He needed her orgasm like he needed to breathe. He moved his hand in and out of her folds. Then again. For once he was the one talking, and Bryn was silent.
“You’re not telling me what to do, so maybe I’m doing all right, hmmmm? You like that, Smalls? Feels good, doesn’t it? You’re so wet, you’re dripping all over my hand. I can feel you clenching my thumb…it’s not big enough, is it? You need something larger in there, don’t you? We’ll get there, promise, but for now, show me how beautiful you are when you come. I want to witness what no other man has had the good fortune to see before. It’s mine. Let go, Bryn. Trust me to bring you there. Stop thinking and feel. Just feel, sweet Bryn.”
Dane could tell she was on the brink of her orgasm, and the next time he pushed inside her, he stretched his thumb just a bit farther and curled it up, feeling the spongy wall of tissue behind her clit. When she jerked in his grasp, he smiled.
“That’s it, Smalls. Right there, huh? That’s the spot, isn’t it? Feels good, doesn’t it?” With each emphasized word, Dane thrust against her G-spot with his thumb. “Come for me, Bryn. You can do it.” With one last thrust, Dane pressed hard against the spot inside her and used his other two fingers to press hard against her clit.
Holding her down and loving the jerky, uncontrolled movements she made, Dane kept the pressure on her clit as she had the largest, messiest orgasm he’d ever had the privilege to witness. He slowly eased his touch as she became more sensitive and helped her come down from her sexual high.
He slowly pulled his thumb out from between her legs and brought it to his lips. He waited until Bryn’s eyes opened to slits, then opened his mouth and licked every drop of her juice off his fingers.
“Female ejaculate is mostly water and there aren’t many, if any, calories in it. Semen, on the other hand, has five to seven calories per teaspoon.”
Dane chuckled and scooted back, letting Bryn’s hips rest on the mattress again before leaning over her and kissing her. Their tongues tangled together and it was several moments before he pulled away. “Good to know that I can eat you out and make you come as many times as I want and won’t have to worry about my caloric intake.”
Bryn blushed and licked her lips nervously.
“You like the way you taste?”
She shrugged. “I hadn’t thought about it before. But I like the way you tasted just now. With me still on your tongue.”
Dane couldn’t stop smiling.
“I came. With you. And I didn’t have to tell you what to do.”
“Nope.”
“That was my G-spot, wasn’t it?”
“Yup.”
“The G-spot is short for Gräfenberg spot…named after Ernst Gräfenberg, who was a German gynecologist. It hasn’t been proven to exist at all, some people say it’s merely an extension of the clitoris.”
Dane couldn’t help it; his head went back and he roared with laughter. Getting himself under control with difficulty, he leaned down and rubbed his nose over hers. “I’d say it exists, Smalls. Want me to prove it again?”
Bryn bit her lip and looked adorably indecisive before she finally stated, “Maybe later. It’s my turn to do that to you.”
“That?”
“Make you come.”
Still grinning, Dane rolled off Bryn to his back next to her and put his good hand behind his head as if he were relaxing on a beach in Tahiti. “Go for it.”
Bryn slowly got to her knees next to his hip and took her time looking him up and down before asking, “Can I take off your pants?”
“Yes.” When she reached for them, he hurried to add, “I have a feeling this is gonna be really quick. I’m so turned on right now I’m not sure I can hold off for long. And before you get nervous, anything you do is gonna be perfect. You can’t mess this up, Smalls. Swear.”
“You’re in shape,” Bryn stated as she pulled off his jeans. “It typically takes men anywhere from one minute to an hour to get hard again once they orgasm…with your age and body type, I figure you’re probably on the low end of that scale.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, but we’ll play it by ear. It’s not a contest, and there’s a lot more I want to do with you before we actually have sex.” He reached up with his good hand and put it behind her neck, pulling her gently down to him so they were eye to eye. “Relax, Smalls. We’ve got all the time in the world. Yeah?”
Bryn nodded jerkily and Dane let her go. He lifted his hips and reached down and pushed his boxers off awkwardly with his right hand, using a foot to help kick them all the way off. He lay back, completely naked, and not feeling self-conscious for the first time since he’d been injured. He instinctually knew that Bryn wouldn’t find him repulsive. It was a heady bit of knowledge that made him even harder.
He watched as Bryn took in his naked body for the first time. If he hadn’t expected it, he might’ve been concerned at the clinical look in her eyes. He’d realized it a few weeks ago, but she processed her world differently than anyone he’d ever met. Her brain was constantly in motion and, almost like a computer, needed continuous input.
After several moments, she looked him in the eye and licked her lips. “Is anywhere off limits?”
“Jesus,” Dane exclaimed breathlessly. Then took a deep breath and told her, “No. Touch me anywhere you want, Smalls. I can take it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Bryn licked her lips then bit the bottom one. Anywhere, he’d said. But she had no idea where to start. He was absolutely beautiful, from his head all the way down to his toes. She could see a few scars here and there, but it was as if they just made him even better. He was a complex man, and the imperfections of his body seemed to make him more approachable a
nd interesting. Closing her eyes, she leaned down and put her nose in the space where his neck met his shoulder and inhaled deeply.
Dane moved his head to the side to give her more room, and Bryn nuzzled the skin there. He smelled a bit musky, with a hint of the soap he’d used that morning. Moving down his body carefully, Bryn moved her nose to his chest, then his belly, then lower. Using her hand to lift his erection, she inhaled his scent at the base. Definitely muskier than the rest of his body, but it didn’t turn her off in the least.
Shifting until she was sitting between his legs, Bryn opened her eyes and glanced at Dane. He was watching her with an indescribable look. She froze. Shit, was she being weird? Should she not have smelled him like she had? He’d said nothing was off limits, but maybe he’d just been saying that.
“Go on, Smalls. Keep exploring.”
She huffed out a breath and noticed a bead of semen appear on the tip of his cock. “You smell good…interesting…you don’t mind?”
“No.” His answer was short and to the point, but it was all she needed to hear.
She breathed out again heavily, and was rewarded by the semen drop getting bigger. “Pre-ejaculate is made in the Cowper’s gland and sperm is made in the testicles. It’s a fallacy that precome doesn’t contain sperm. Approximately forty-one percent of men have active sperm in their pre-ejaculate and can impregnate women from that alone.”
“Is that right?”
Dane’s voice cracked, but Bryn was so fascinated by what she was witnessing, she didn’t process it.
“Yeah. Studies show that pre-ejaculate and semen taste similar. Salty and bitter, but it can depend on what kinds of food the man has eaten.” Her eyes came up to Dane’s as she took one of her fingers and swiped over the liquid at the tip of his cock.
“Oh, Lord,” Dane breathed, but didn’t take his eyes off of her.
Bryn put her finger in her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it.
After several moments, Dane asked, “Well? What’s the verdict?”
