Sunrise for Two

by Merlot Montana

  “Don’t ever touch her again,” he said softly, then turned around at the sound of more running feet and nodded at PC Andrews. The policeman nodded back at him, and said graciously, “I’ll take it from here.” He smiled at Chris, subtly conveying defeat and his blessing, and dragged the drunken man into the street.

  “Harry if you don’t kiss him after that then I’m going to.” Olivia said approvingly.

  Chris looked at her for a moment, then very gently he gathered Harry into his arms carried her out of the house, purposefully he walked up to her front door and looked down at her. Harry hesitated briefly, then pulled out her keys and turned the lock. Chris smiled at her, then he kicked the door open and placed her proprietally on the sofa. “That idiot Lord finally managed to get bail granted. The first thing he did was get really drunk again and crash into a car like Julia’s. They told me that the people in the car weren’t hurt, but I must admit I went a bit mad.” His phone rang, and he smiled at her apologetically, he answered the call, and after a couple of moments he started laughing and ended the conversation. “It turns out that he crashed into two of the journalists that have been following your story. They’re writing it up as an exclusive as we speak.”

  He pushed his hands into his pockets and asked curiously, “Have you ever thought about getting your own car? I looked into it and you can get really decent hand controls.”

  “Can I just say that if you carried me back here so that you can ask me if I’ve got a driving licence then I’m really disappointed.”

  He sat down beside her on the sofa then, suddenly awkward as the adrenaline wore off. “Sorry about all that Neanderthal stuff.” He said softly.

  “It’s okay,” she told him, trying to catch his eye.

  “Well not really, I want you to think I’m a gentleman.”

  Harry took his hand and waited until he was looking at her face, “Listen to me Chris, this is important, I welcome your advances. Just because I can't walk doesn't mean I don't want to be swept off my feet.”

  “What about the things he did to you? I don’t want to bring back those memories.”

  “Chris I’m attracted to you, and I trust you.”

  “Thank you,” he said softly, and ran his hand over her delicate knee. With her legs outstretched, her jeans almost covered her trainers, and she noticed his curiosity.

  “When I first came out of hospital I didn’t care what I wore,” she explained, “but when I hit puberty I got really self-conscious about my legs. I couldn’t discuss it with mother, and I didn’t want to discuss it with daddy, but bless him he noticed.”

  “What did he do?”

  “He spoke to my favourite aunt, his older sister, she’s got four boys and she’s always spoilt me and Lib. It turned out that a friend of hers broke her spine playing polo, and she took me round to see her.” Harry smiled and ran her hand along his face. “It was the first time in my life that I thought I could probably be okay, and that I could be independent. She was living by herself in this enormous warehouse conversion, she dressed fantastically and she had this younger lover that she met in the afternoon. She was kind to me, and blushingly honest about all sorts of things.”

  “What kind of things?” he couldn’t help asking.

  She grinned at him, “keep up your good behaviour and maybe I’ll tell you.” He felt a tingle in the pit of his stomach, perhaps they were finally on course again and he could peel off her clothes. Harry watched his pupils darken, but she wanted to finish her story, wanted to share the insight into her existence. “She explained to me that if you’re sitting down most of the time with your knees bent, you should buy your trousers a size too long.”

  “Clever.”

  “Very clever, it made me feel confident again.”

  “So can I take you to bed?”

  “Yes you can,” she said softly, and he carried through to her room and closed the curtains. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he pulled off his shirt again, then he helped her into a sitting position and unbuttoned her blouse. He kissed her stomach, and her arms and her neck, then gently he removed her brassiere, grateful that it unfastened at the front. He explored the sensuous curves of flesh, until she almost thought she would have to push his head onto her dark nipples. Then his gentle mouth moved higher, and she heard herself breathing in a way she didn’t recognise.

  She had been dreading the moment when he pulled off her jeans, but when it happened, she was so hot and so hungry that all she could do was watch his long fingers pull down her zipper. His powerful hands freed her effortlessly from her denim and the lace of her panties, and she looked down at the reality of her delicate helpless limbs and closed her eyes, suddenly self-conscious and wishing that she had discussed her limitations further. “Hey,” he said softly, “are you okay? Did I hurt your hip?”

  Harry had forgotten about her hip, she didn’t even try to explain that at least a decade of pent up desire was currently raging between her legs, and she really didn’t care about the healing cuts. “I’m worried it’s not going to be exciting enough for you, when I talk to my friends, even the close ones they always describing these energetic, and acrobatic ideas, I’m not going to be able to do anything like that.”

  “I don’t want to have acrobatic sex,” he said softly, “I want to make love to you.”

  He sank his mouth onto her nipple, his inventive tongue dragging across her sensitive flesh until he felt her breathing change, slowly gently his head moved lower. After a sexy grin that she felt in the pit of her stomach, he kissed the neat triangle at the junction of her thighs and savoured the scent of her desire. Carefully he shifted position, then he drew in a breath, he was kneeling between her legs, and a raw primal passionate part of his mind rejoiced in the thought of getting to know her taste. Gently his mouth found her clitoris, he remembered her quiet explanation of her sensation, and ran his tongue firmly across her intimate flesh. “How was that?” he asked, delighting in looking at the arousal on her lovely face.

  “That was good,” she said unsteadily, and found herself grabbing at her pillows as his tongue moved again between her legs. She wished that the sensations were slightly stronger, but the sight of his big handsome head kissing her so privately was intoxicating. Two of his long fingers slid inside her, and curled into a place that she had read about. It was as good as Olivia had told her it would be, and she heard herself making noises that she didn’t recognise.

  Chris felt her arousal intensify. He had been worried that he would not be able to satisfy her, or even please her properly, and he had been concerned that he would not be able to read her physical signals. He had thought a lot about the fact that she could not really move her hips, concerned that he would be unable to recognise her intimate cues and needs, and that he would move too fast or too slow as a result. To his delight, his fears were unfounded, her expressive mouth and the movements of her hands were gloriously clear in their communication, and he gloried in every moan and every movement until he shared the pleasure of her climax.

  “That was fantastic,” she said unsteadily, and he lay down beside her, and rested his possessive hand on her stomach.

  “Thank you,” he said tenderly, wanting to start all over again.

  She smiled at him, feeling her confidence and her curiosity, increase, “Perhaps you could take off your trousers.”

  “I’d like that very much,” he said softly, “but before that, I wondered if you wanted me to give you a hand.”

  “I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” she told him, confusion in her dark eyes.

  Chris felt anxious again, he had realised, even before he kissed her the first time that he was falling in love with her. All the same, he had made mistakes, and having tasted the delicious prospect of her intimacy, he wanted to stay in her bed. “When you were in hospital,” he said awkwardly, “I saw...” he paused and watched the colour rising on her lovely throat.

  She looked at him in silence, then she started laughing, “It’s lucky
that you’ve showed me how good you can be with your tongue, because I can’t believe what you’ve just said to me.”

  “Help me out here honey,” he said quietly, curiosity and anxiety warring in his blue eyes.

  “It was a complete surprise to me when I woke up from the operation and felt all the tubes.”

  “So you don’t usually...”

  “No,” she said emphatically, “I don’t usually.” She paused, then added quietly, “Every time someone came into the room I felt so embarrassed, and so exposed. You have no idea how humiliating it is to have this tube leading from such a personal place into the view of everyone, and then to have make eye contact with people.”

  “It wasn’t obvious that you were feeling like that.”

  “Of course not,” she said, with a stubborn tilt of her chin, “that was the only defence I had left.”

  “Thank you.” he said finally, “for your openness and your understanding.”

  He felt so touched and so humbled to have an insight into her thoughts, and he lay for a moment looking at her lovely face, and thinking of the best way to frame his words. “I want to make sure that you feel equal,” he said, “so I’m going to tell you my thoughts. I’m probably going to say the wrong thing sometimes, but it’s just because I want to learn how to look after you.”

  “Thank you, Chris,” she said quietly, then grinned at him, “you’re so transparent you know that? Ask me your question before you explode.”

  “What is your bladder control like?” he asked stiffly.

  “It’s okay, not brilliant, certainly not as strong as a normal woman, but I manage okay.”

  “You don’t usually use words like ‘normal’ Harry.”

  “I don’t normally have conversations like this,” she said ruefully, “now kiss me again.”

  So he did, delighting in the jolt of desire he felt when she opened her mouth, then he pulled off the rest of his clothes, and she caught her breath as she looked at his gloriously hard body.

  “You’re so much bigger than him.”

  “Is that good or bad?”

  “I don't know.”

  He sat down beside her, suddenly unsure of himself in the one domain he usually excelled.

  “Sorry, I guess that’s not very flattering, you look amazing, I mean you’re really nicely proportioned and good to look at.”

  “Harry.”

  “Yes?”

  “Stop talking.” He kissed her then, delighting in the taste of her lovely mouth and tenderly he explored her soft breasts, and felt her hands starting to move again.

  “I’m ready now,” she said very quietly, and he moved between her legs and gently positioned himself at her entrance. Harry felt her anxiety disappear, replaced by a voracious need to be filled and stretched by the glorious weapon just inside her vagina. If she could have done, she would have moved her hips up along his length, but instead she looked into his eyes and said as calmly as she could “Please fuck me Chris.”

  He did stretch her then, setting up a glorious dizzying pace with friction that made her moan softly, she found herself grabbing at the pillows again, and realised for the first time that she could fly.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, savouring her passion flushed cheeks.

  Harry forced her mind back to a rational place. She did want him to be thoughtful, but not at this moment. “I'm okay.” she said finally, her voice husky with passion.

  “You sound amazing.” he said approvingly and kissed her deeply. “What I mean is, are you having a good time?”

  Harry decided that strong and silent had a lot to recommend it. “Yes,” she said with a smile, “I was rather hoping we were going to carry on to an interesting place.”

  “Could you explain further?” he asked, realising how much her words made him tingle, and how much he enjoyed talking to her while he impaled her deeply.

  “I'm sure they covered it at medical school.” she said raising an elegant eyebrow then closing her eyes as he gently shifted position, pushing her delicate hips further apart.

  “I'm sure they didn't.” he said with a wicked smile, loving the intensity of their connection.

  “Well luckily you're a gentleman.”

  “Tell me what you want.” he added softly, “Please Harry, tell me what you want.”

  “I want to feel you deep inside me,” she said unsteadily longing for the return of his delicious assault on her most intimate secret. He moved inside her again sinking between her legs. She moaned, and then cried out more loudly as she reached her crescendo and he felt her vibrations and watched her arch her back.

  He reached his own release and gently withdrew from her, conscious of her delicate frame and the healing scar on her leg. Slowly, he lay down beside her wanting to keep the connection, wanting her to feel safe. He thought about his feelings, he knew that some of his protectiveness stemmed from her paralysis, but realised with a liberating terrifying intensity that he was now quite utterly in love with her. “That was amazing.” he said softly.

  “Thank you,” she paused and bit her lip, “I hope I wasn't too limited.”

  He kissed her again then, covering her with his possessive protectiveness. “It made me realise what it was all about.” he told her.

  “And me,” she smiled tentatively at him. “I could develop a taste for that.”

  “Only with me.' he said, more dramatically than he intended.

  She looked at him, her dark eyes unreadable, “It's a huge step for me to be out of my chair like this.”

  “Am I making you feel safe?”

  “Very safe and very looked after.”

  “I'm glad.” he said softly, “Because I want to make love to you so many times that you won't be able to walk” He closed his eyes and pulled away from her slightly. “I'm sorry I'm an idiot.”

  “Chris you need to relax about this. The whole language system is steeped in words around walking. Now come back please. I know you're touching my legs, but I want to feel you.” He smiled at her, running his hand over the gentle curve of her stomach. “I've been wanting to feel you ever since I met you.”

  He sank his mouth onto her sensitive nipple and traced a trail of desire down between her legs. He fastened his mouth around her clitoris, and listened with satisfaction to the change in her breathing. Gently he pushed one of his long fingers into her vagina, and redoubled the pressure of his tongue when she murmured his name. “I might not last much longer.” she told him, feeling slightly self-conscious talking about her impending orgasm to the big handsome man who was sliding a second finger inside her. “Then I can start all over again.” he said tenderly “Now relax.” So she did, while he explored her intimately until he heard the changes in her breathing that he was now starting to recognise.

  “Sorry to be boring,” she said finally, “but if I don’t get ready for bed then I’m going to run out of energy.”

  “Is your chair in the front room?”

  “Don’t you remember all that strong possessive stuff next door?”

  He grinned at her, “This is a new variation on walking home in last night’s clothes.”

  “Well I’m glad that I’m broadening your horizons.”

  Julia opened the door and pushed the wheelchair outside. “Is she okay?”

  “I’m looking after her.”

  She held his gaze, and the silence stretched for a moment, Julia felt that she had encouraged Harry into his rather impressive arms, and the sense of responsibility had been weighing heavily on her since he carried her next door. “She’s very important to me.”

  “I won’t hurt her.”

  “Thank you, now go and have fun.”

  He made them hot chocolate while she prepared for bed, and smiled at her as she transferred out of her chair and relaxed back against the pillows. “Is this okay?” she asked awkwardly, “I’m worried that you were so,” she cleared her throat, still on unfamiliar ground, “well so generous.”

  “That wasn’t generosity,
I’ve been wanting to kiss you between your legs since that first training meeting.”

  “Oh.” She smiled at him, feeling the flush rising on her neck. Slowly she shifted position slightly, and he saw the tremor of tiredness in her hands. He had spent rather a lot of time thinking about the logistics of her paralysis, and how tired her arms and shoulders must become. He wondered guiltily if he had pushed her too far with his devouring of her lovely body, and he kissed her mouth gently and lay down beside her.

  “Shall we get some sleep Harry?”

  “That sounds really good.”

  Tentatively he reached out to hold her, and when he heard her gentle murmur of approval, he held her tighter. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, he wanted to get down on one knee and propose. She belonged with him, she made all sorts of aches and longings in his heart disappear, and he wanted to claim her very firmly as his own. Harry relaxed into sleep, and his mind wandered back to the moment when he had thought she had been hurt again. It made him feel sick, as did the thought of losing his tentative right to hold her so very close.

  He listened to the sound her breathing and decided that he would need to get some advice about how quickly he could tell her of his feelings. He thought briefly about talking to Mr Patel, but he still hadn’t quite forgiven him for the disaster of his first night in her bed, and he thought of the computer technician next door and smiled. For a man with such bad dress sense he understood women very well.

  In the morning he brought her coffee in bed, he had learned that she didn’t really like talking until the caffeine kicked in. So he savoured the time in her sleepy morning company right until the moment that his pager sounded. Then he carried her into the shower and shared her space and her body wash and she found herself starting to feel excited that she might have met a man who could accommodate the practicalities of her disability.