Page 21 of Romancing the Rude Guy

“I’m impressed at how easy you make that look.”

“In the beginning, I probably looked like a fish out of water flopping about. I was in fairly decent shape to start with, but after an extended stay in the hospital, I lost a lot of strength that I needed.”

“Well, you look nothing like a fish now.” She reaches over and grips my bicep. “And you certainly regained your muscle tone.”

Maybe in my upper body, but my legs are a lost cause. I don’t mention that and try not to let it ruin the good feelings I have from her being here with me.

We decide on a movie and before the opening scene has gotten underway, Alice reaches over and entwines her fingers with mine.

At the contact, my cock stirs slightly.

With an incomplete spinal cord injury, I can still get and maintain an erection, though sometimes help is needed.

Swallowing hard, I disentangle our fingers and reach for her face.

Her blue eyes are luminous in the flickering light from the large flat screen TV. She’s so lovely that everything in me pauses as I absorb the fact that she’s here with me, her lips parting as she silently waits for my next move.

On the couch, even slightly slumped, I’m taller than her as most of her height is in her legs. For the first time in a long while, I feel the way a man should when he’s with a woman he wants. Male, possessive, and completely enthralled.

“Alice,” I groan before capturing her lips in a kiss that ignites the flames of desire that I had longed believed forever extinguished.

Passion roars to life and greedily I kiss her, plundering her sweet mouth with my tongue.

Her fingers clutch at my shirt while I sink my hands into her flowing mass of silky blonde hair.

Her tongue slicks against mine, curling and stroking and driving my need higher and higher.

I ravish her mouth and she gives back as good as she gets, leaving us both breathless and panting, before our mouths collide again.

Freeing a hand from her mane of hair, I drop my hand lower and brush my fingers against her the curve of her breast. She stills under my lips before letting out a soft moan and pressing her body harder into my searching hand.

The hard rub of her nipple into my palm sets off a rush of lust and my cock engorges.

Kissing her, I enjoy flicking my thumb over her nipple and hearing her little breathy gasps. Leaving her lips, I let my mouth roam lower, pressing kisses to her cheeks, jaw, and the fragrant curve of her neck and shoulder. At the top of her dress, I hesitate.

Alice pushes down the straps of her dress and lowers, revealing that she’s wearing a nude-colored strapless bra under it that cups her breasts beautifully.

No longer hesitating, I peel the bra’s cups down and latch onto a pink nipple, drawing the hardened bud into my mouth and swirling my tongue over it. My hands cup her breasts. The nipple I’m not sucking on, I pluck at and pinch, loving the way she moans and pushes more of her breast into my face.

The heavenly scent of her arousal perfumes the air and suddenly I’m ravenous.

I pull away from her and transfer myself back into my chair.

Alice is a vision, all flushed skin, heaving breasts, and swollen-well kissed lips.

Wheeling to where she sits, I urge her legs apart and tug, bringing her body lower on the couch. With her legs resting on my forearms, I inch up her dress, slowly revealing the scrap of lacy pink fabric between her thighs. A prominent wet spot is spread on the crotch of her panties. Leaning my head forward, I touch my tongue to that spot and breathe deeply of her tangy scent.

Wordlessly, Alice watches me.

“May I?” I ask, tugging at her panties.

Nodding, she helps me peel them off her incredible legs and then she’s bared to me.

Like the hairs on her head, the curls between her legs are blonde. Her mound is plump and when I spread her fleshy mons, her slit is pink and glistening with her juices.

I want to fall on her like an animal and eat my fill of her sweet pussy. To ravish her like I ache to do.

This is our first time together and I need to take things slow.

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