Tragically Wounded (6 page)

Then I felt his mouth close around my nipple and I let out a startled cry. Sean stopped for a moment, looking up at me under his lashes as if waiting for permission to continue. I closed my eyes and arched into him. He resumed the onslaught of slow, heated kisses and my entire body tingled. It was as if my body was a match and his mouth the spark that it needed to ignite. I was awash in sensations I didn't know existed.

"Lie back," Sean said, gently pushing on my shoulders.

I was now lying on my back on the sofa. Sean leaned over me, and started from the beginning again with my mouth and worked his way down. His fingers traced the path of his kisses. I couldn't stop trembling. 

"Your skin is so soft," he whispered, his tongue circling my belly button. "So beautiful."

I reached for him, wanting him to kiss me on the mouth again, but he got on the floor instead, kneeling beside the couch. His gaze once again devoured me and I swore my entire body erupted in flames. Was a single look supposed to have that effect? It didn't seem possible. If I hadn't just experienced it, I never would've believed it. "Sean," I whimpered as his hand slid between my legs, his thumb grazing the apex of my thighs.  My eyes were closed because I was too shy to watch him touch me, but I felt him sigh and then grunt with frustration as he adjusted his body. Forcing my eyelids open, I glanced at him. His face was contorted into a grimace. "Sean? Are you all right?"

"Yeah." He forced a smile then shook his head. "No, this leg is killing me."

"Oh, well, that's okay. We don't have to…I mean, I understand if…" I averted my gaze so that he couldn't see my disappointment. I wanted nothing more than to be intimate with Sean, but not at the expense of his comfort. I started to sit up, and he put his hand on my chest to stop me.

"I just have to switch positions," he said. It was clear that he wanted this as much as I did and that made me feel better.

I waited patiently for him to get up, unsure if I should offer to help. I didn't want to just lay here and watch him struggle, but I didn't want to offend him by helping either. After meeting Sean, I'd done some research and from what I gathered, there were three things I needed to do for him: be patient, be understanding, and be willing to openly communicate with him. I shouldn't coddle him, but I should be available should he ask for help. Well, he wasn't asking for help right now, so I simply waited. A moment later, Sean brought his body over mine, lying on top of me. His partial left leg and prosthesis was fully on the couch while his right leg was near the edge. Even in this position, he still appeared to be uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. My legs were spread to accommodate him and his erection, which, even through his jeans, I could tell was massive. Not that I had any basis for comparison, but holy hell he sure did feel big.

His arms were bent and resting on either side of my head, his lips worked against mine, his tongue dueled with mine in an erotic dance of desire. Then he shifted his body, and he winced. "Ow."

"Sean, please don't hurt yourself," I said with a shaky voice.

He dropped his forehead to mine and sighed. "I'm sorry, Nicole."

"Hey," I said, taking his face into mine. "Don't be sorry. It's okay."

"Maybe if I take this thing off…"

A glimmer of hope burned in my chest. Maybe this could still happen. "Yeah, okay, if you think it'll help."

"You don't mind?" He looked genuinely surprised.

"No, of course not," I shook my head.

Using the back of the couch and the arm rest, he climbed off me and sat upright at the opposite end of the sofa. I sat up, too, then quickly stood. I extended my hand to him and he looked at me with confusion. "Let's go into the bedroom."

His jaw dropped. "Seriously?"

I nodded, "Yes, it might help. You know, be more comfortable for both of us."

"Nicole…are you sure you want to do this?"

"I want nothing more than to be with you, Sean."

That was all he needed to hear. Sean smiled and took my hand. I led him into my bedroom and closed the door. He sat on the bed and began to remove his prosthesis while I pulled down the covers and waited for him. My heart raced as I watched the muscles in his back and shoulders ripple with each move he made. I wanted to feel his touch again, to kiss him and have him whisper things to me. I'd never felt this way before, never have I wanted a man to love me as desperately as I wanted Sean to.

A moment later, Sean was beside me, his hands coursing up and down the length of my body while his lips molded to mine. I noticed he'd removed the rest of his clothes. I looked down and was mesmerized by all his naked glory. He was absolutely gorgeous in my eyes, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was that he was here with me, that he wanted me.

It felt like he spent hours exploring my body with his hands and mouth, but in reality it was just moments. The pleasure was exquisite and I never wanted it to end. He climbed on top of me and I spread my legs wide open, being extremely careful to stay away from his left leg as much as possible. Not because it grossed me out or anything, but because I was terrified of hurting him. He put his hands on either side of my head, and I felt him enter me. My fingernails dug into the hard flesh of his biceps, and I cried out. "Ahhh!" I knew it was going to hurt, but I wasn't prepared for just how much. It felt like I was being ripped in half.

"Shit," he groaned. Sean's face contorted into a grimace as if it hurt him more than it hurt me.

After a few moments, once my body adjusted to his, it started to feel good, really good. I moved beneath him, lifting my hips to meet his. The only sounds were those of our rapid heartbeats, our ragged breaths, and our moans of pleasure.

Sean brought his lips to mine and kissed me with the same pace that he made love to me: slow and tender. "So good," he whispered.

"Yeah," I moaned my agreement. His pace increased, and the room started to spin. I was dizzy, and I felt nauseous. What the hell was happening? It took me a moment, but then I realized. I was having an orgasm. Holy mother of…my body jerked against Sean's, pushing up with a frenzied need to be closer to him. "Oh God," I screamed. "Sean!" I thought I heard him whisper something in my ear, but I couldn't be sure because I was awash in a myriad of glorious sensations that I wanted to last forever. His mouth came down over mine hard, kissing me, swallowing my moans and cries of pleasure.

"Yes," he hissed as his body jerked several times then stiffened. A second later he relaxed, and so did I. He buried his face in my neck, and I lazily stroked his sweat-dampened hair. I felt him shudder when I touched the back of his neck, and I smiled. It was so much better than I could've imagined.

I was having trouble catching my breath. The feel of Nicole's fingers caressing my neck didn't help. I knew I had to move. I had to look at her and talk to her. But I just couldn't find the strength despite the shaking in my arms. I'm sure it had everything to do with the fact that we'd just made love and my upper body strength wasn't anywhere near where it should be yet and nothing to do with the fact she'd lied to me. God, how could I have not known? It was so glaringly obvious to me in that moment but then it was too late. I knew it the moment I'd entered her. It surprised the hell out of me, but at that point it was too late to go back, and truth be told, I didn't want to.

"Nicole?" I whispered, kissing the crook of her neck.

"Yeah?"

The sound of her sultry voice made my gut clench. I adjusted my weight into my arms, smoothed the hair from her forehead, and gazed down at her. The sight of her rocked me to my core. She'd always been beautiful in my eyes, but right now with her disheveled hair pooled around her head, her flushed cheeks, and that hazy, satisfied look in her eyes, she looked like a goddess. I kissed her softly. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" As selfish as it was, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't over the moon thrilled with the fact she'd just given something to me she'd never given to another man. Still, I should've been told.

She attempted to look away, but I held her head so she had to look at me. "I don't know," she whispered with trembling lips.

"You should have told me."

"Why? Would it have made a difference?"

"Yes."

"If you had known, you wouldn't have…I mean, we…this wouldn't have happened?" She looked like she was ready to cry.

"Oh, it still would've happened," I assured her. "But, it would've been different. I would've made it more special for you."

"How?"

"I don't know." I sighed as I eased out of her and rolled onto my back. I immediately missed the warmth and safety of her body, and I wanted to be inside of her again. Hell, I wanted to stay there forever. To me, Nicole was home. She's where I belonged. I scooted into a sitting position so my back was against the headboard and dropped my head into my hands.

"No one deserves to lose their virginity like this, with someone like me, especially not you," I mumbled.

 Nicole sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck, her mouth finding and kissing my ear. "It has nothing to do with where it happened, Sean, and everything to do with the person I shared it with."

"I know, and that's the problem. Your first time shouldn't have been with a cripple, Nicole. It's not fair to you. I'm only half a man. I can't do the things to you I want to do."

"Stop it right now, Sean. You're more of a man than anyone I've ever known. If your missing leg was a problem for me, I never would've invited you into my life, let alone my bedroom."

I turned my head to look at her. I'd never seen so much truth in one person's eyes before. "What're you saying?"

I'm pretty sure I understood her, but I wanted to be one hundred percent sure, because at the moment, I was feeling real shitty about what just happened.

She smiled. "All that matters to me is it happened with you, Sean. That's what makes it so special. I care about you. A lot."

My heart swelled so large I thought for sure it would explode in my chest. I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her languidly. "No regrets?"

"None."

   A small part of me wondered if she'd said that just to spare my feelings. I hoped that wasn't the case, but I wasn't positive. "Are you sure?" I traced her lips with my finger before leaning down and kissing her again.

"Mmm hmm." She nodded and licked her lips. "I just want to be with you, Sean. I like how you make me feel."

All the insecurities I'd had about Nicole not wanting me or not being able to love me disappeared. "I want that, too." She moved and I screamed in pain, grabbing at my stump. Nicole jumped off my lap so quick I thought she was going to fall.

"Oh my God, Sean, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She cupped her hands over her mouth and shook her head.

I gritted my teeth and breathed through the pain until it subsided. "I know, its okay. I'm okay," I assured her. 

"You don't look okay." She chewed nervously on her bottom lip. Tears glistened in her eyes. "Do you want me to take you back to the center or something?"

I looked over at Nicole, who was clear on the other side of the bed, and gave her a weak smile. "No, I don't want to go back to the center. I want to stay here with you." And I truly did. "In my coat pocket is a prescription. Could you get it for me?"

Nicole nodded then kneeled beside me, kissing me lightly on the lips. "I'll understand if you don't stay, Sean. You need to take care of yourself."

I took her face into my hands and looked at her pointedly. "I’m staying right here with you, Nicole." Then I kissed her again before adding, "I just need to check in at the center to let them know I won't be coming back tonight."

She let out a little squeal of delight, causing me to laugh.

"There's a phone on the night stand," she said, nodding toward it. "I'll go get you your medicine and some water."

"Thanks," Despite the pain, my excitement couldn't be contained as I picked up the phone and dialed the center. Beth answered and I quickly identified myself and then I told her I was staying with a friend for the night. She didn't ask any questions, which was good. I assured her I'd be back in time for my physical therapy session tomorrow then I hung up. Just as I got comfortable again, Nicole came back into the room.

She smiled, "Everything okay?"

"It'll be better once you get over here," I said.

Nicole sauntered toward me and handed me my medication and a glass of ice water. I quickly swallowed the pills as she climbed into bed. "So, uh, how do you want to do this?" she asked. "I don't want to hurt you again."

"Lay over here, on my right side," I said. As soon as she was settled, I pulled her to me for a kiss. And that's all it took, just one kiss to ignite the passion between us. It raged out of control. Unfortunately, I was in too much pain to make love to her again, even though I desperately wanted to. Instead, I kissed every inch of her body before pleasing her with my fingers. She rewarded me with moans and murmurs of pleasure. God, I loved being with her, holding her, feeling her come apart in my arms because of what I was doing to her.

"Sean!" she cried out as she reached the peak of her orgasm.

I held her tightly to me, being relentless in my ministrations until I felt her slowly start to come down, tremors shaking her body. "God, Nicole," I said, planting firm kisses along her collarbone.

"That was amazing," she said with a laugh. "I didn't know that was possible."

I smiled against her neck. "Mmm, I can't wait to show you what else is possible."

We stayed like that for a few more minutes then eased my fingers out of her. I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. She snuggled close, draping her arm across my stomach, and resting her head on my chest. I squeezed her closer to me, my fingers grazing up and down her bare arm, my thumb drawing circles on her shoulder blade. I couldn't remember a time when things had felt so perfect.

 Nicole sighed with content. "Thanks for staying," she said.

I kissed the top of her head. "I will always stay with you, Nicole. All you ever have to do is ask."

My eyelids were heavy, but I fought to keep them open a little while longer. There was something nagging at me and I knew I wouldn't rest until I had an answer. "Why hadn't you ever had sex before?"

"I never wanted to," she stated and then added, "I've never trusted anyone enough to let them get that close to me."

"But you let me tonight. Why?" That was what I really wanted to know. Why me?

She folded her hands on my chest, rested her chin on them, and looked at me. "Because I trust you," she said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

I vowed to myself I would never do anything to break her trust because I knew if I did, I'd lose her faster than I'd found her. And that wasn't something I could ever live with. Nicole scooted up and gave me a kiss before settling back down beside me. We talked for a while, until my meds fully kicked in and I couldn't stay awake any longer. I fell asleep with her cradled in my arms.