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Confession time. “It’s been a long time for me, over a year.”
“I’m on the pill, Shane, and I get checked by the doctor.”
As did I, but that wasn’t the point. I forced strength into my voice. “Since before I lost my leg.”
“But.. look at you? Frankly, I’m jealous of these women who don’t exist.”
I appreciated her attempted levity as my nerves relaxed. We could figure this out. “Not even a handshake, and I want a hell of a lot more than that.” I stroked her stomach before my thumb landed on a nipple. “I plan to leave youworn out and sore in the morning. If that will be a problem, tell me now.”
Lilah stared up at me with a deepening flush and dark eyes. “It’s your turn.” She pulled at my briefs again.
I sucked in a deep breath and sat up so my left leg rested between us and deliberated. I took off my prosthesis and the sock first, before finishing with my last piece of clothing. Lilah stayed silent, other than loud panting. Arousal. My heart skipped at her reaction.
We moved one last time, with me over her. I entered her, going slow, allowing my body to experiment and learn, before temptation took hold and I shoved, settling into her sweet pussy. Her breath hitched. “Did that hurt?”
“Not all pain is painful.”
My brows lifted with amusement and confusion mixed.
I moved, enjoying the wet sounds of our bodies as my hips found their instinctive rhythm. I used my right leg as a lever as her legs spread to take from my body.
We moaned together until I yelled and exploded inside of her.
I fell on her and fought for breath as the roaring in my ears quieted.
*****
“Do you want some water?” I stood and reached for my crutches without waiting for an answer.
“Shane, I can get-”
“No.” Our night wasn’t over yet, and I intended to keep my word. She’d be sore in the morning. A glass of water wasn’t unreasonable. I swiped a glass from the bathroom countertop, filled it, and returned.
Lilah took a few sips and passed it back. “You as well. We can share.”
I swallowed the rest without argument and lay back down, sated for now, but not for long. “You enjoy taxes? That wasn’t ajoke?”
She put a hand to her mouth, pretending to convey a secret. “As an accountant, I swore an oath to enjoy all types of government forms.”
“Well, that’s bullshit.”
“Think of your artistry with my Pirate ship. It’s not that different.” She laughed at my glare, turning sober. “Thank you for sharing what you did tonight. My guess is that I’m the first one to hear a lot of it, and I promise to keep it between us. I promise to listen rather than run away.”
It took the same courage that Lilah had to share her family troubles. The only difference was that she had a reason to do so first. Her mother was a problem for another day. “You can ask more. It doesn’t bother me.”
Lilah put a hand on my left knee, and I moved it lower. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s scar tissue. You won’t.”
“Shane, we should talk about our marriage. We did everything out of order, and it’s important we talk about this, don’t you think?”
I did not. My intent was clear, and the decision made. “The order doesn’t matter, does it? We’re here, and there’s plenty of time. Concentrate on this. Us. We aren’t obligated to keep to our original choices, Lilah.”
She looked down at the bed and twisted the pillow cover. “We see what happens and decide later.”
“Something like that. For tonight, we’re not done yet.”
19-Lilah
