Page 7 of Wounded Hero

In the morning I watch as Owen uses a chainsaw to cut up the tree. I help him pull it out of the window from the outside in the snow and the wind. And then I watch as he boards up the window. All the while I am thinking about our night together. How I would feel warm and safe anywhere as long as I were in Owen's arms. A feeling I haven't had in a long time.

As he drives the last nail through the board he twists and I see the pain on his face. That leg again. I'm not surprised after he spent all night sitting on the ground.

"All right, pants off mister."

He looks at me as though he will protest again but does unzip his jeans and lower them around his ankles before he carefully sits in the armchair. From the kitchen I grab some coconut oil from the kitchen before sitting at his feet.

Act like a professional, Cora. Ignore the fact that his cock is just inches away.

I take in the scarred skin on the outer side of his left thigh. The scars are old, with no open wounds.

"It's was shrapnel from a bomb explosion. Ripped through some of the muscle." His voice is gruff.

Warming the oil in my hands, I get to work. Starting softly, feeling the knots and working each one out. Running my hands over his thigh, around where the pain is and then more centered. I feel his eyes on me. I notice when he moves a pillow over his groin area. But I just concentrate on what I am doing.

It's obvious the man doesn't get regular treatment in this area, it takes a bit of time to slowly work out all of the knots. But once those knots are gone, my touch is more drawn out. Now I'm just touching him for the pure pleasure of it.

"I suppose you were a masseur at some point?"

I nod. Wait a beat. And then admit, "Yes, I was a masseur to cats and dogs."

Owen throws his head back and laughs. It is a marvelous sound even if he looks a little shocked to hear it. And then I am caught, lost in his gaze. Right now, the roof could collapse and I would not notice. It is just him and me with the air thick with sudden tension. Unspoken words. Wanting to be in his arms again. To be kissed by him.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up onto his lap. His hand in my hair he smashes his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss. Moving myself so I am straddling him I kiss him back with all that I am feeling. This is no soft, romantic moment. Filled with need, I claw at his hair, at his shirt. His big hands are on my hips pulling me to him.

We kiss and paw at each other. Needing to be closer but our damn clothes are in the way. I feel him kick off his jeans from around his ankles and then gasp as he stands, holding me close, and walks us towards the bed.

When my feet hit the ground he pulls off my t-shirt and throws it away. I stand there for him as he unclasps my bra. He examines my breasts with a hungry look in his eyes before pulling down my pants till I stand naked before him. He lets out a whoosh of air.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Cora."

He steps closer. "Do you know how you drive me crazy? Do you know the things I want to do to you?"

My body is on fire, longing to be touched like before. "You can do anything you like to me."

He pulls me to him and claims my mouth in a hard kiss. I put my hand to his cock. Hard and thick under the cotton of his underwear. I stroke it as I had before and he lets out a moan.

Grabbing my wrist and pulling me away.

"I will fucking explode." It comes out as a growl.

I push up at his t-shirt and he whips it over his head. Finally I get to run my hands over his chest. There is still oil on my hands and he feels so smooth to touch. A mat of hairs in the middle only makes his chest look that much broader. My fingers wide as I work them up to his shoulders. So rock hard. So much strength.

With another growl Owen picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. He roughly moves my thighs apart and ducks his head down. I feel his hot breath on my pussy. And then his tongue. He sucks and pushes and strokes at me.

He uses his fingers while he sucks on my clit till it is hard and aching. What felt good is now agony. I thrust my hips and movearound frustrated. I need more. I want him on top of me. Filling me. I know I want that cock. Never in my life have I been in so much need. I moan and cry out as he plays with me.

And then as he pushes four fingers into me, stretching me, I orgasm. It shakes me. I scream out. But I still want that cock. I try to pull him up on to me but Owen just laughs.

"Settle down, little one. I want to remember this forever. "

He stands and pulls down his boxers. His cock upright, thick and huge. My eyes go wide and I wonder if I can fit him. He crawls on top of me. The heat of his body. All that hard strength. His hips between my thighs. He stares into my eyes as the tip of his cock sits at the entrance of my pussy.

"It's my first time!" I blurt out. I don't know the right way to tell a guy I'm a virgin when his cock is literally nestled into the opening of my pussy.

He smiles. A real smile that makes it feel like there are fireworks exploding in my heart. He lowers his head and gives me the softest kiss.

"Are you ready? He asks.

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