by HK Carlton
“I’m so sorry, Salem.”
“As soon as I was well enough to transport, I found myself back in the US at a VA hospital. Finding the right prosthetic is a bitch. Finding one that doesn’t wear your skin off is even worse. And learning to walk when you’re a baby and don’t know any different is the preferable way to go about it. Gait lessons suck. It’s a whole new cadence.”
“You seem to have adapted very well. I think your walk is sexy. It kinda accentuates your butt, makes it stick out a little. And, Jerusalem Aames, I assure you that you have a nice ass.”
He laughed. It’s not what he’d expected.
“I have scars, too, Salem. Do you think they’ll bother you? I’m a little shy about you seeing me, too.”
“God, no, Kaylah. I think you’re beautiful. It doesn’t matter to me.”
She licked her lips and his cock tugged.
“And I think you’re beautiful, Jerusalem.” She looked into his eyes, and when she reached for his pants, he allowed her to remove them, along with his boxers.
As if respecting his insecurities, she kept her gaze on his face. She slid her hands inside his shirt and eased it up his chest, eventually removing it completely, after taking a minute to massage his pecs.
“Lie back, Salem,” she murmured.
He crabbed up the bed as she tossed her thin sweater aside. To his delight, she untied her wrap dress and let it fall. Underneath, she wore a sheer, lacy slip.
He reached for her. Easing onto the bed beside him, she traced her fingers gently over his skin, starting at his shoulders, working her way down his chest. His aching cock stood at attention.
Poised on her elbow, she lowered her head and kissed his lips.
She swirled her cool fingertips in a pleasing pattern until finally, they coiled into his pubic hair. The parting and movement sent jolts of sensation to his straining dick.
His lips parted from hers and he moaned before taking a deep breath.
She dipped her chin and kissed his chest. With her lips, she followed the same path her fingers had taken. The lower she moved, the less control he had over his own body. His hips rolled the more excited he got.
She kissed the head of his penis, but it jerked, bumping her jaw.
“Eager boy,” she mumbled, her breath causing another stir.
She licked the drip that had formed, dragging a gasp from him.
“You’ve no idea,” he panted.
She stroked her silky cheek against his shaft, bypassing it altogether. Teasing him. It wasn’t until he felt her press her lips to his hip that he knew what she was about. He closed his eyes and simply savored her attention.
She worshipped his scarred flesh with her mouth, healing wounds he couldn’t even see.
“You’re so smooth here,” she murmured. “It feels so good.”
“Feels amazing from this end. But you’re driving me insane, baby.”
That announcement seemed to spur her into action. She shifted again, more to his side, then dipped her head and took him into her hot, sweet mouth.
With her fingers, she skimmed along his balls, which tightened in response.
Powerless to stop himself, he lurched forward, pushing more deeply than he’d intended.
“Mmm,” she moaned and gripped his cock, taking complete control, stroking with her mouth and hand in tandem. He bucked and strained, trying to prolong the delicious agony, but it was no use. It felt too good.
“Fuck!” he cursed while simultaneously ejaculating. She swallowed convulsively, but consumed every drop.
“Ahhh,” she breathed and fell onto her back. Salem gathered her close and hugged her while experiencing that after-loving rush of gratitude and need to be near her. As they each caught their breath, Kaylah continued to touch him, stroking every contour of his chest and abdomen, kneading his arms. He was feeling quite cherished. He wanted nothing more than to return the favor.
Turning onto his side, he then reached down and snuck his hand up her thigh, skirting under her slip. “Let’s take this off,” he coaxed.
“No,” she said in a harsh whisper. She gripped his hand.
Deep disappointment filled him. He was hoping that sharing his own disfigurement would ease her fears, but he wouldn’t pressure her. Instead, he caressed her with his hands, much the same as she’d done for him—but through the thin material.
Her eyelids grew heavy as she watched him.
“Feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Would feel even better without this,” he suggested, scrunching the fabric.
But she made no move. He caressed her abdomen and massaged her hips, learning all her shapely curves through the shift.
He looked up at her and it was then that he noticed one very pert nipple, straining against the satin.
His mind raced and his cock jerked with renewed interest—and so soon. When she’d said mastectomy, he’d mistakenly jumped to the conclusion she’d meant complete, not that it mattered.
Tracing a finger slowly up her arm, he was pleased when goosebumps rose on her skin. He tucked his hand against her neck and stroked her cheek with his thumb, then lowered his head. He teased her lips, keeping her occupied, while, at the same time, he slowly tantalized her skin around her throat and creamy white shoulders, working his way ever closer to his target.
The tension in her body increased. Her kisses grew hotter and less restrained. Taking a chance, he circled the side of her breast, just under her arm and was rewarded with an incredibly erotic sound.
Without asking or giving her any warning, he gripped her breast softly and smoothed his fingers over and around the plump flesh, tenderly plucking at the nipple before removing his hand.
Her breath hitched.
“Can I kiss you there, Kaylah?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
It was a step in the right direction, but she still made no move to do away with the slip between them. That was okay.
Repositioning, he took the erect bud into his mouth. She practically purred when he drew back slightly.
But when he licked at it, she went wild, gripping his head, her hips listing, seeking his. The cloth became saturated and transparent.
He continued to torment her with his tongue until he knew she was close to orgasm. Although he was, too, he was determined to make her feel good before he went there again.
“Let’s take this off, baby.” When she hesitated, he added, “Let me see your beautiful body.”
She searched his eyes.
He winked and smiled. “I showed ya mine.”
She raised her arms above her head. Salem lifted the gown and she lifted her hips. Together, they divested her of the last barrier between them. And, he extended the same courtesy as she had for him, keeping his gaze on hers, although it took every ounce of willpower he owned to do so.
He took her lips in another hot kiss, then slowly made his way back to her chest. But this time, he loved and laved the opposite side, running his lips over the smooth silvery lines of her scars, before making his way back to her lovely, pearled nipple.
“Your scars are not bad at all, beautiful lady,” he murmured against her skin. He nudged his rigid cock against her leg to punctuate his words.
“Mmm.” She shifted her body and, without words, coaxed him atop her. He tried to lever his arms to either side of her so he could tease her pussy with the head of his cock but still suck her delicious nipple at the same time.
“Uuuhhh, Salem, fast… Lick it fast,” she begged. He almost blew his load right then and there, but he tightened every muscle he could in an attempt to give her more.
“Ohhh, yesss,” she cried and surged with her hips, trying to take more of his cock inside her as she came. Her pussy gripped him, but he wanted one more thing before he fucked her.
He withdrew. She complained loudly, gripping the sheets and gritting her teeth at him, until she realized what he was up to. When he made his way down her body, she relaxed back on
to the mattress and parted her legs.
Without any technique or practiced foreplay, he rammed his tongue into her hot cunt. She screamed in ecstasy and drew her knees up, opening more for him. He waggled his tongue in her sweet pussy then licked slowly but firmly all the way up to her sensitive clit. She gripped his head, scoring his scalp with her fingernails.
Looking up at her, he grinned. “Kaylah cream, my favorite.” He dropped his head and sucked her clit.
“Aww, Salem, I’m coming again.”
This time he wanted inside her, to experience all those wonderful tremors with her. He positioned himself and entered her, only to run into the same problem as the last time. The leverage was all off because of his fucking leg.
Each of them tried to reposition, but he got nothing more than frustrated.
“It’s okay,” she soothed. “Roll over. Let me—”
“No, I wanna fuck you, damn it!”
Salem turned away from her. In a fit of temper, he tossed off the prosthetic leg. He’d bet that was sexy as fuck, but he wasn’t about to lose the opportunity. He repositioned himself and entered her.
Kaylah reached up and smoothed her thumb over his jaw, trying to calm him. She moved with him, matching him.
“Oh, Salem, that feels good,” she said, but he knew it was bullshit.
“Yeah, right.” He thrust mechanically.
“No, really…” She whimpered, her pretty mouth opening on a silent moan. Her eyes rolled into her lids.
He observed her face and let go of his irritation long enough to feel what was happening inside her.
“Oh, God, Salemmm… Ohhh…”
Oh, God, was right. With his good foot firmly planted in the mattress and with the hip of his bad side turned just so, he had major leverage. He was frantic to give her more.
“Uhh, un, uhh,” she cried. “Oh yes, rub…right therrr…”
It was the right angle to reach her G-spot and he had it. He gave it everything he had.
All of a sudden, warm liquid saturated them both. Kaylah shuddered convulsively, calling his name over and over. Her pussy pulsed all around his throbbing cock. It was the best sex he’d ever had and, with that thought, he came—hard.
After a few moments, Salem dropped to Kaylah’s side, panting.
She covered her face. “I’m so embarrassed.” She moaned.
“Why?” he asked, concerned. He thought they’d been great, but he worried, now that the frenzy was over, that she was discomfited about letting him see her.
“That’s never happened to me before. I made a mess in your bed.”
Relieved, he chuckled and pulled her hands from her face. “Well, we’re full of firsts, aren’t we? ’Cause I’ve never pulled that off before, either. Makes a guy feel pretty good, actually.” Especially him, right now. He felt like a man again.
“Really?” she asked, watching him intently.
He nodded his head.
“Well, now I get it,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“Why some couples want to have sex all the time. If it could be like that all the time, every time, I’d never get out of this bed.”
His grin widened and he raised his eyebrows, suggestively.
“Well, now, that sounds real good. Let’s see if we can start a marathon.”
“A Guinness World Record, maybe,” she agreed.
“Naw, ya need experts for verification for that. It’d be weird.” Salem relaxed and pulled her close. “But now, I think I need some rest.”
“Mmm,” she sighed and melted into him. “Me, too.”
Chapter Seven
The following morning was only slightly awkward. Although Salem went through his morning rituals and took care of his limb as usual, it was the first time he’d done so in front of someone who wasn’t family. But Kay didn’t bat an eye. In fact, she asked a lot of questions and seemed fascinated by the limb and how the different parts and components worked.
“How do they get it to fit so perfectly?” Gently, she ran her palm just above the amputation.
“A lot of measuring. Usually first, they take a plaster cast of the residual limb. The fit of the socket needs to be as precise as possible and, even then, it’s hell. It chafes, rubs you raw in the beginning and damages what’s usually newly healed tissue.”
She winced but continued to comfort. “So, you almost have to do that, though, to toughen up the skin?” she asked, trying to understand. “Almost like a callous, I guess?”
“Yeah, sort of. It’s kind of an ever-changing process for a while. Once you can wear the damn thing without shredding your flesh, the muscles strengthen then change shape and often size. Then you have to start over with a new socket, but it’s never as bad as it is in the beginning. The last time I had to have a fitting, though, my prosthetist scanned my residual limb with lasers—incredibly cutting-edge and precise techniques. That made a world of difference.”
“Custom fit,” she commented.
“Yeah.”
She nodded while watching him, as if in awe of the whole thing. Her attention shifted from where she so attentively inspected the prosthesis to him. “When we first met, I never would have known about your leg if you hadn’t fallen through that blasted step. Sure, there is a slight limp, but I thought sports injury or fatigue. I mean, at our age, let’s face it, the knees ache in the mornings, regardless.” She shrugged. “A hardworking guy like yourself with the job that you have… It stands to reason it’s taxing on a body.
“I’m sorry this happened to you.” Her eyes filled and his throat closed. “That goes without saying. But, in another way, I’m grateful for the advancements that make this possible for you. It’s really kind of amazing, Jerusalem.”
It was. He could openly admit that. He was lucky technology was as advanced as it was. But, on the bad days, it was hard to see beyond the loss and the handicap. He wasn’t what he had been before. It had changed him in ways that went much deeper than the lost limb. It had taken him a long time to appreciate these things, and he still struggled. But Kaylah’s understanding and being with her intimately was helping him in ways therapists, support groups or rehab never could. His prosthesis didn’t seem to matter to her at all. Perhaps not knowing him before helped with that, but he didn’t have the luxury to be sure that were true.
“The prosthesis you’re using today is different. Kinda like those blade-type ones you see in the Paralympics.”
“This one is more athletic. It gives me a bit more flexibility and range of motion when I work.”
“I could help you with that,” she suggested, as he sat on the edge of his chair and pulled on the protective sock. The look in her eye and the way she bit her lip had him declining—but with a grin.
“If you touch my thigh anymore right now, we’ll end up back in bed.”
“I’m okay with that,” she replied, smiling.
“We’re never going to get any work done on that house of yours if we spend all our time…” He lost his train of thought when she caressed both hands up the inner and outer sides of his injured leg. He exhaled shakily, as his cock tugged at the simple touch. In only a pair of boxers, he was unable to conceal the fact he was lengthening.
Kneeling in front of him, she was almost eye level. She held his gaze, saying the naughtiest things with her eyes. She swirled her fingertips against his skin as she moved higher.
“What house?” she whispered, right before she claimed his lips.
“My God, woman, you are insatiable,” he said into her mouth, as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, taking over the kiss. She inhaled sharply through her nose and ran her hand over his dick. She melted into him. “And I fucking love it.”
Over on the night table, his cell phone vibrated. Salem groaned. “Shit!”
Reaching to the side, Kaylah retrieved it for him.
“Sorry,” he said before thumbing the screen and answering. “Aames.”
“Where the fuck are you?” It was Piquet.
The moment she laid eyes on his rigid flesh, she parted her lips and sighed. “Ohhh, Salem,” she hummed as she bent.
Ohhh, Kaylah!
“Still at home? What the fuck are you doing? Sleepin’ in? The whole crew is here waiting, and the homeowner isn’t answering the door.”
Coherent thought left him as Kay kissed the tip his cock. She even created a soft suction before she pulled away, only to return and do it again, this time fluttering her lovely tongue about his oozing slit.
“Salem! Are you there?”
A shaky inhalation later and Piq seemed to catch on.
“Ohhh… Are you with the homeowner?”
“Un-huh,” he managed, gripping the side of the chair as he watched her blonde head bob up and down in his lap.
“Well, you lucky fucker. Take your time, boss. We’ll keep ourselves busy while you two are gettin’ busy.”
“Thanks.” He disconnected the call, tossed the phone then grabbed her. When she came up for air, her eyes were unfocused, her mouth remained open, as he yanked her head backward.
“Get on that bed,” he panted.
“No, I wanna suck you o—”
He growled and gritted his teeth. “And I want in you.”
She sprang to her feet, lifting her skirt, the same one she’d worn the evening before.
“No panties?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
But instead of the bed, she straddled his lap.
“Can’t find ’em,” she said, before kissing him. Together they fumbled, guiding his pulsing shaft into her slick cunt. In one sweet glide, she took his entire length.