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Raya
I walkedinto the living room, Cole following me through the door.
It was so good to have the prosthetic finally, I was so happy for him. He moved on it as naturally as could be expected at this point, and I was elated. It would take some time for him to get used to, we both knew that, but we also both felt he was on the right track.
I knew he would be back riding horses soon enough, and I had a feeling this wasn’t going to keep him from his training, either. He had been worried about how he would manage some of the more stubborn horses without both legs, but I felt that the prosthetic gave him some confidence that he had been lacking since the surgery.
The entire way back to my place, he talked about how he was going to get back to work and take on new clients. I nodded and supported him as I could, though I was a little worried about how he would manage with the leg.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I felt his hands on my waist.
“I was just thinking,” he said. “I’ve never had you without a cast on, and I would very much like to see what it’s like.”
“Oh?” I asked, my pussy immediately growing wet at the thought. “And what makes you say that?”
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve yearned for you the past six weeks?” he asked.
“Considering the fact I’ve been living with you, yes,” I teased him. I rose to the tips of my toes and rubbed my nose against his before kissing him. “I’ve been doing my best to be patient, but you make that hard.”
“You make things hard on me, too,” he said, moving my hand from his chest to his cock. I could feel how rock hard he was through his pants, and I gave him a sly smile.
“The doctor said that you need to get used to doing things with the leg, so maybe we should give it a spin in the bedroom?” I asked. “I don’t want you to do anything that’s going to set you back or hurt you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he grabbed me and picked me up. I squealed. He had picked me up before with his broken leg, but he hadn’t been able to put enough weight on it to be able to carry me anywhere. Now that he had his prosthetic fitted properly and strapped on, he could suddenly carry me anywhere he wanted. And I found myself falling in love with him all over again as we made our way back to the bedroom.
He dropped me on the mattress, and I giggled as I bounced.
I had been counting the days until we’d be able to have sex again. The doctor said not for the first six weeks. He had plenty of reasons that didn’t make any sense to me, but I had obeyed. And I was glad I did. Cole had made it clear he had no intention of following the doctor’s orders on that one, so I didn’t leave it up to him.
I refused to have sex with him the entire time he was healing, putting it off and putting it off.
Until now.
Now, there was no reason for him to hold off anymore, and I was dying to have him inside me just as much as he wanted inside me. We had been barely making it the past few days, and the only reason I was able to remain strong was because of the fact I knew it was just a matter of hours.
But now, now we were able to have each other freely, and now I wanted to have him. I didn’t want to just fuck, however. That was for people who were just full of lust for each other. No, this was more than that. I had proved to Cole that I wanted him more than anything else, and he had compromised with me. I knew it was hard for him to accept that he was going to have to live life with one leg now, but he didn’t have to push me away because of it.
We stripped our clothing off, letting it fall in heaps on the floor. Neither of us cared about where it landed. Our mind was on the same thing. We wanted each other, and after so long of living together and not being able to have each other in that way, we were both about ready to burst.
This time, I laid on my back, spreading my legs for Cole to climb over the top of me. It was the first time he was able to take me in the missionary position, and I was glad for it. I wanted him, more than anything, and as he pushed into me, I let out a sexy gasp, spreading my legs wider to take him even deeper than before.
We were face to face, our mouths meeting as he thrust himself in and out of me. But he wasn’t pumping into me with the same need as he had before. There wasn’t the desperation that he’d had in the past. Not that he wasn’t just as much into it as he always had been, but there was something far more deliberate.
I could see in his face he was making love to me. He was looking down into my eyes and pushing into me, the thrusts slow and deep, touching my innermost being. I moaned, I gasped. I ran my hands down his back, my fingernails leaving little trails along the way. He arched his back with the pain, enjoying every second of it.
Our tongues danced around each other, our mouths were made for each other’s. I drank in his rich scent, I moved with him on the bed. I didn’t care that my bed was old enough to creak in time with each of the thrusts he pushed into me. The fact that we were together, at last, making love once more was enough to make me feel satisfied with this entire situation.
And I could see in Cole’s face that he felt the same way.
This was something that meant so much more than when we had had sex before. He wasn’t just doing this because he thought I was attractive, or because I was willing to do it with him. Or even because I was his girlfriend. We were genuinely making love to each other. We were expressing our love for each other through our bodies, and I never wanted the moment to end.
My orgasm came up on me without me even realizing it, causing me to cum so hard, I was left shaking. I cried out, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as I came hard all over his dick. I felt wet between my legs, and I didn’t even know I could cum that hard. But, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life, and more in love with this man than I even known someone could love another person.
This was the man who was made for me. I was absolutely certain of that.
As he came inside me, I smiled up into his eyes, pulling him into me with my hands. I never wanted us to part. I could have laid there forever, his cock deep inside my pussy, our bodies melded together in our sweet-smelling sweat. Our bodies made for each other. They fit together perfectly, I didn’t have any doubts about that, and our souls seemed to touch just as well.
We continued to lay together for another moment before he pulled out of me, and I felt an emptiness I hated as soon as he did. But, he put his hand on the back of my head and guided me to lay on his chest. Something he hadn’t done before, and it put me on top of the world.
