He hated knowing that all these years, she’d had to bottle up that part of herself, that someone had hurt her so completely that she couldn’t allow anyone to touch her but herself. He wanted to give her ten years’ worth of pleasure to make up for it.
Andi lifted her head, releasing him with a soft pop, and then she shifted lower, pulling the sheet with her. Hill tensed when she shoved the covers all the way off, leaving him fully exposed. His heartbeat picked up speed, anxiety creeping in. He’d gotten comfortable enough with Andi to take off his prosthesis when they were in bed, but he’d kept the lights low, and the covers draped in certain ways. “Andi…”
“Please,” she said softly, her gaze tender. “Let me touch and explore you everywhere.”
He closed his eyes, inhaled, exhaled. He could feel his cock softening.
She kissed his thigh. “Trust me, Hill. I think every part of you is sexy.” She pressed her lips to the spot right above the sock that covered his residual limb. “I’m not the only one who needs practice.”
He opened his eyes at that, found her looking up at him. “Andi, it’s hard…”
Her expression softened with empathy. “That’s what we do, Hill. The hard things. I know what that pit in your stomach feels like. I felt it the first time you braced yourself over me. But then you made me feel good and safe, and the fear started to fade.” She licked her lips. “You don’t need to be scared of me.”
“I’m not,” he said, honesty slipping past his lips. “I just… I like the way you look at me. Like you want me. Like I turn you on. I can’t stand the thought of you looking at me with pity.”
“I do want you. I am turned on—like a lot.” She gave him a pointed look. “I promise this is not about pity. This is about having sex without our elephants.”
He blinked, the non sequitur throwing him off. “Our elephants?”
“Yeah, the big ones that tend to hang out in the room with us as soon as we get naked.” She glanced toward her bedroom doorway. “We’ve sent mine into the hall to think about what he did, but yours is still here, knocking things around, making you do acrobatics to keep your leg covered. You need to throw some peanuts out the door and lure his big ass outside.”
He had the brief vision of a giant elephant swinging its trunk around her bedroom and knocking him and Andi off the bed, which made him forget himself for a second and smile. “That’s quite the visual.”
“Send him packing, Hill,” she said, cocking her head toward the hallway. “I’m ready to do dirty things to my neighbor.”
A slow roll of bravery moved through him and he nodded. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” she asked, gaze searching his.
“I trust you.”
“Thank you,” she said, voice soft.
He let out a breath. “Peanuts have been thrown.”
Andi bit into her bottom lip, a little smile hiding there, and then instead of going back to his leg like he expected, she braced her hands on the mattress and took his softened cock into her mouth. The feel of the hot cavern of her mouth around him was enough to make all his blood rush south again and away from his spinning brain. His cock swelled against her tongue as she licked and sucked and basically made him forget his own name.
When his fingers curled into the mattress and he was on the edge of coming, Andi pulled back. He gasped at the loss, but then he sensed her shifting around again. He was afraid to look, but he felt when she put her fingers on the edge of the sock. After a beat, she gently rolled it off, exposing his residual limb and the scars.
His mouth went dry, but then Andi kissed his knee, her hands gliding over him, caressing lightly down his residual limb, tracing over skin and scars that no one but him and medical staff had touched in a year. Everything went hypersensitive, and a soft moan slipped past his lips, surprising him. His cock flexed, hardening further and aching.
He forced himself to open his eyes, bracing for what he’d find—a look of concern or disgust or worse, pity. But when his gaze landed on Andi, her eyes were on his face and her cheeks flushed, an obvious look of pleasure lighting her expression. She stroked the tender skin behind his knee and kissed up his other leg until she was back at his straining erection. She cupped his balls, making his back arch, and then she tasted the bit of liquid that had gathered on the head of his cock. She licked her lips and smiled. “Permission to use your hands now.”
All his breath whooshed out of him, and he reached for her, hungrier for her than he’d ever been. He settled her above him, straddling him, and then blindly reached out for the strip of condoms he’d put on the bedside table. He quickly rolled one on and then he was guiding her to lift up on her knees.
The sight of her above him made more than his cock ache. His chest felt like it was going to crack open with all the things he was feeling. But he focused on the moment, on having her as close as possible. She sank down slowly, taking the length of him inside her inch by inch. She was so slick and hot, so obviously turned on by what they’d done, that any niggling doubt he might have had washed away. She couldn’t fake this. This was real. She wanted him, scars and all. When he was seated deep inside her, they both sighed in relief.
His hands spanned her ribs, and he guided her into a slow, grinding motion that would hopefully drive them both wild. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Andi,” he said between breaths. “You feel so perfect.”
The words had slipped out, and she tensed, briefly losing her rhythm.
Too late, he realized he’d said something sweet. He didn’t want anything about this to remind her of the man who’d hurt her. “I’m sorry, I—”
“Shh. It’s okay.” She planted her hands on his chest, and her head dipped between her shoulders, the ends of her hair tickling his skin as she rocked over him. “I know when you say it, you mean it.”
Relief moved through him. “I do. I absolutely do.”
She lifted her head briefly to give him a ghost of a smile and then canted her hips in a way that made them both gasp with pleasure. He held her tighter, guiding her into the move again, and she made soft, needy sounds like she no longer had space left for words.
He savored the steady build of pleasure, loved the feel of her squeezing him, her body begging to come. Loved that she trusted him enough to let go with him like this. But soon, his own need was eclipsing any control he had left. He put his fingers between her legs, finding her clit and stroking as he pumped inside her. Soon, she was moving faster, her head tipped back and her small breasts bouncing with the effort. Hill couldn’t remember ever seeing a more erotic sight than Andi lost to her own pleasure.
“Come for me, Andi,” he said, the words coming out in panted breath. “Take what you need, baby.”