Page 61 of Love, In Balance

Most people are so gentle with me, because of my leg, but Quin asks for what I want and gives it to me.

He knows I’m not delicate and he fucking treats me like a normal human being, flipping me over, lifting my legs and filling me with pleasure.

He slows the pace now, and our bodies are touching. Chest to chest, our legs wrapped around each other’s. He’s holding my hands against the bed, above my head.

He’s gone from fucking me, to making love to me.

We kiss deeply, passionately and it feels so intimate.

I’m taking him in deep but slow and I feel like we’re the only two people on earth. He’s kissing me like he needs me to survive. I think I need him too.

Whilst still pumping into me slowly, he lifts his face, so our eyes meet, and releases my hands, bringing his to my face and hair, stroking gently.

“Lista. I’m about to say something stupid. This might be too soon, but I think I’ve fallen in love with you” he says, still filling me to the brim slowly with his dick.

I smile, ear to ear and kiss him, wrapping my hands around his face, stroking his jaw with my thumb. His hands are around my face too now.

He looks at me intensely, searching for my response, until his expression softens when I speak.

“Quin. I’ve fallen in love with you too”.

We finish slowly and beautifully. Him releasing into me, filling me to the brim as I find release too.

We spend the rest of the evening cuddling, eating takeout and watching New Girl. Turns out he likes it too.

We talk about my leg, and I show him it without my prosthetic. He glides his hand across the amputation scar on my limb whilstI tell him about the history behind it. Not once did he prod, but just sat and listened. His eyes glistening.

And I know you’re wondering too.

I was in a car accident with my family when I was eleven. I was the only survivor. That day I lost my mother, father and my younger brother.

My leg was crushed, but thankfully that was the only major injury I faced. My lower leg had to be removed, hence becoming an amputee.

My other broken bones could heal, and my concussion could be treated. I still suffer from balance and sensory issues due to my head injury and minor brain damage, but vestibular exercises have helped it become more manageable. My physical aids have been life savers.

The mental trauma was harder to recover from, but after therapy and living with my auntie growing up, I managed to find myself and start living, rather than just being a survivor.

My passion for engineering started when I had my first prosthetic leg. I knew I wanted to grow up learning about the work behind it so I could be the difference other amputees need in their lives.

So I set my sights on gaining knowledge and learning how to design and create different types of prosthetics.

I designed and helped create my own in recent years, and I’m so excited to continue. So… yeah. That’s my story (Basically what I told Quin).

“You are astonishing. Just because you’reyouLista. I can’t believe I’ve been so lucky to have you in my life”. He says.

“I’m the lucky one Quin” I say, and he shakes his head, smiling.

“We’re both lucky to have found each other then. When I’m with you, balance is restored. And of all the beautiful places onthis earth and beyond, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be”. His beautiful words provoke a thought. One I’ve never brought up to him. But now feels right.

“Quin. You’re tattoo spoke to me the first time I saw it. What’s the story behind it?” I ask, tracing it with my fingers.

He looks down at the ink on his arm and smiles.

“I’ve always thought it was important to find equilibrium between the heart and mind. It’s difficult to find. Especially regarding the heart. I’ve never known or felt love, in balance. It’s always been conflicting, ebbing and flowing. Until now. With you” he says. My heart speeds up at this perfect admission, because I feel exactly the same way. Finally we’ve both found love, in balance.

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