When the door opened, the sight of her took my breath away. Damn, she looked hot in a black T-shirt with a pair of long black pajama pants covered with hearts and Smurfs
.
Her hair was down and messy like she’d just gotten out of bed. We stared at each other as if we were both dreaming.
“Hi.” I sighed.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Brooke broke up with me.”
Simultaneously, her jaw dropped as her eyebrows shot high into her forehead.
Adorable.
I worked hard to keep the corners of my mouth from curling up.
“Oh god, Noah! I’m sorry. I should’ve waited until you texted me back before barging over. What did you tell her?”
“Goodbye.” I unleashed the huge smile that had been begging for freedom since she opened the door.
I brought my arm around from behind me to reveal the chocolate cake. Tweet’s eyes doubled in size and her lips parted as she eyed the big glob of frosting I had piled up on the side of the plate.
Note to self: Replace frosting on cake before Mom gets home.
The tip of Tweet’s tongue peeked out at the corner of her mouth, slowly gliding over her pale pink bottom lip.
Note #2 to self: Always have frosting.
I was trying to be smooth, take things slow, and not come off like a horny bastard. But the combination of that outfit, the messy hair, and now the tongue sent my body into sensory overload.
Tweet stepped back as I moved forward into the condo, kicking the door closed behind me. Our gaze stayed glued to each other. With a confident stride, I backed her up against the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen.
“Where’s Emily?” My tone low and husky.
“She went to Hilton Head for a girl’s weekend.”
After sitting the cake on the counter, I positioned my hands on either side of Tweet, caging her in.
I ran my nose along the side of her face, my lips barely skimming her cheek. “Did you mean everything you said to me?”
“Every word of it.” Her voice was all breathy and shaky.
My fingers gripped the edge of the counter, holding me steady while waves of vibrations hummed through my body.
“I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
“I was always yours.”
“I know. But now we can do
things
to each other and you won’t stop… You won’t stop, right?”
“I’m done stopping. It’s full throttle from here on out.” A sexy smile broke out across her lips. “Exactly, what type of
things
were you thinking about doing?”
“The first thing involves you naked and that chocolate cake.” Smirking, I tilted my chin toward the cake before focusing back on her. “What changed, Tweet?”
“Do you really want to talk right now?”
“I figured I’d better get the talking out of the way because once my lips are on your body, they aren’t leaving it for quite a while.”
“Wow.” She sighed.
My gaze traveled from her lips to her eyes. “Fuck it. I don’t care what changed.”
All the years of pent-up love, want, and need ignited into an explosion of hands, lips, and tongues. Both of us trying to touch and taste every inch of the other at one time. Cupping the sides of Tweet’s face, my tongue plunged deep inside her mouth, whipping around wildly, until it made contact with hers. She fisted the bottom of my shirt, tugging me hard against her body. The kiss changed from frantic to deep and slow. As my hands slid down soft curves to her hips, her hands traveled up, tangling in my hair. We were like well-choreographed dance partners. Each of us knowing how to counter the other’s moves. Our music, the heavy breathing, and moans that filled the room.
My hands continued their journey down until they finally arrived at the mother land… Tweet’s cute round ass. Squeezing, I pulled her forward, her hips rocked, rubbing against me, craving friction. I couldn’t get over how hot she made me and we were still fully clothed. At this rate I was going to explode the second I untied my shoe. I needed to slow things down.
I pulled out of her mouth, gasping for air, but kept my lips pressed to hers. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
As I lifted Tweet up, she opened her legs, placing them securely around my waist. Burying her face in my neck, a prickling trail of heat ran over my skin with each nibble she placed. Her fingers twisted deeper into my hair as we moved toward her room. Once at her bed, our lips reconnected as Tweet slid down my body until her feet touched the floor.
Leaving my hair, her fingers traveled over my shoulders and down my back. The nails applying the perfect amount of pressure, causing my dick to convulse. I broke from her lips long enough to raise my arms, while she grabbed the bottom of my shirt, sliding it up and off. A shiver ran through my body as her hands glided over my bare chest. Tweet shuddered, causing me to smile at the way our bodies affected each other.
My tongue slipped into her mouth, for a slow deep kiss before my lips started their trek across her jaw. Moving to her neck, I sank my face into her hair and inhaled.
“I love you more than anything else in this world,” I whispered.
Traveling south, I kissed my way down the center of her body, coming to rest on her stomach. I slid her shirt up to expose the soft skin. As I nuzzled into her, my tongue circled her navel interspersed with light kisses just above the waistband of her pajamas.
“Oooh god, Noah,” Tweet moaned, my lips vibrating across her stomach.
The sound almost made me come. I smiled against her skin. My hands ran up and down her firm ass, lightly squeezing as my tongue continued swirling.
Slipping my fingers under the waistband of her pajamas, I slid them down her legs, my lips following close behind. I sprinkled light kisses along the top of both thighs before burying my face between her legs. Tweet let out another deep guttural moan right before her knees buckled, landing her on the bed. I slid her pants the rest of the way down and off, leaving her in only a T-shirt and panties.
My hands slowly glided over her legs. Looking down, my gaze froze on her prosthesis. All the times I was with Tweet, she hid it by wearing long pants or skirts. This was the first time I’d seen it. Earlier, I was so lost in the feel of her body and the taste of her lips, the leg never crossed my mind, not even when it was wrapped around me. For a split second the sight of it was surprising.
“Are you okay with me taking this off? I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
“It’s pretty clunky, so I guess off would be best,” she said, the quiver evident in her voice.
Tweet’s body stiffened as I pushed the button on the side of the leg to release the pin that held it securely onto the liner. Once the prosthesis was disconnected, I slid it off her stump and placed it to the side. I reached for the top of the liner, getting ready to peel it off, when Tweet pulled back. My gaze shot up to meet watery teal eyes.
“Noah, I should go in the bathroom and take care of the liner.” She tugged the hem of her shirt, trying to cover the area.
“I can do it. I want to.” A couple of tears escaped, trickling down her cheeks. “What’s wrong? You look so scared. Breathe, Tweet. It’s just me.”
Her voice cracked. “The liner is made of silicone and it gets hot when I wear it. It makes me sweat.” She swallowed back a sob. “Please, let me go and take care of it.”
“What do you usually do?”
“I wash it with warm water and soap.”
Shifting forward, I kissed her, then whispered, “I want to take care of you in every way.”
I walked into the bathroom and came back with a warm soapy washcloth and a towel. Kneeling on the floor in front of Tweet, I slowly rolled the liner off, revealing her bare stump. I hadn’t thought about what my reaction would be when I saw the amputated leg. It looked the same as Tweet’s other leg until you reached three inches below the knee, where it was round, tapered, and just stopped. It didn’t shock me or turn me off. That missing section of leg wasn’t what made Tweet beautiful nor was it the reason I loved her. The amputated leg was a symbol of her strength and grace in the way she’s handled her situation.
Smiling up at her, I took the warm washcloth and wiped off the left leg. Then wrapping the fluffy towel around it, I gently massaged while drying it off. Tweet’s gaze stayed glued to my hands. Her fingers twisted together in her lap. It was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen her.
Placing my index finger under her chin, I tilted her gaze up to meet mine. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
She blinked back tears. “Once you saw it, I wasn’t sure you’d want to…”
“Why?”
“I wanted to be sexy and beautiful for you. A prosthetic limb isn’t exactly hot, neither is an amputated leg.”
Pinning her with my gaze, I said, “I’ve been waiting years for this moment with you. It would take more than a missing body part to stop me. You are and always have been the most beautiful and sexiest woman I’ve ever known. I love everything about you, inside and out. Your legs, arms, eyes, heart, humor, and intellect. I love your smartass mouth and the way you scrunch your face when you don’t like something. I love when you listen to music, you close your eyes, sway, and play air guitar, getting so lost in it that nothing else exists. I love that you think drinking Diet Pepsi along with eating donuts or cake is a balanced diet. I even love your loyalty to those little blue Smurffuckers.” She giggled. “I love all of it because I love all of you. There hasn’t been a day in my life that I haven’t and there never will be.”
Taking one corner of the towel I wiped Tweet’s tears away.
With narrowed eyes, I tossed her a flirty grin. “Besides, I’ve never been much of a leg man. My interests are split.”
“Between?”
“Your tits and your ass. Both are phenomenal.”
Laughter mixed with happy tears burst out of her.
“I love you, Noah.”
I leaned in closer. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Noah.”
“One more time,” I said, moving toward her until there was no space between us.
“I love you, Noah.”
Our lips pressed together, moving in a slow steady rhythm. Tweet snaked her arms around my neck, her thighs gripped my hips, holding me tight. Breaking the kiss, her teeth skimmed over my jaw to the spot just under my ear.
Grabbing my earlobe between her teeth, she bit down lightly, then whispered, “I need you inside of me.”
I jumped up and slipped off my shoes. It didn’t take any time for our movements to become desperate and frantic. Tweet’s hands had a field day with my ass, rubbing and squeezing it before moving to work the front of my jeans. As her tongue flicked over my abs to the top of my V, she unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down. My dick fought to break free, pushing against my boxers. Tweet’s determined hands were all set to slide inside, when I grabbed both her wrists, pulling them away. I bent down and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth.
Pulling back, I said, “I’ve wanted to get my lips on you for years. I want to taste every inch of you. Let’s take our time.”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I sat back on my heels. Tweet’s gaze was glued to me as I focused on her amputated leg first. Taking it in my hands, I raised it to meet my lowering lips. My lips drifted over her smooth skin, placing light kisses along the way. Tweet drew in a sharp breath as I reached the top of her thigh. Looking up, I waited for her to give me permission to continue.
“Noah, that felt incredible.”
I then gave her right leg the same attention.
By the time I reached the top of her right thigh, Tweet was breathless, propped up on shaky elbows, with her lips in a perpetual “O” shape, and her eyes halfway closed. My lips continued their slow and steady pace, methodically moving up her body. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. Mr. Dickerson had been waiting a long time for this. Being so close to the edge, it was extremely difficult not to jump off. But I wanted Tweet to feel the way I saw her, gorgeous, sexy, and perfect. I wanted her to feel worshiped.
My kisses got wetter as I inched her shirt up and over her breasts. A growl rumbled from deep within my chest at the sight of her hard nipples pushing against the pale yellow lace of her bra. Her body shook and then her elbows slipped to the side, causing her to fall flat on her back.
Perfect.
Raising her arms, she wiggled from side-to-side, while I got rid of her shirt.
I snaked my arm around her waist, lifting her to my chest, and scooting us farther up on the bed. I stared down at her for several seconds, wanting to memorize how she looked right now. Dark hair fanned out across the pillow, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and teal eyes filled with an infinite amount of love. I’d cling to the memory for the rest of my life of the moment when Tweet became completely mine.
My eyes filled with water, causing Tweet’s to do the same.
“Thank you for finally letting me love you,” I whispered.
Swallowing hard, she said, “Thank you for not giving up on me… on us.”
I nibbled along her shoulders, pushing down the straps of her bra. She lifted up slightly as I slid my hands up her back to unclasp it. The lace running over her hard nipples caused a visible shudder to wash over Tweet’s body. By the look in her eye, she finally felt the way I saw her.
Lowering my head, I wrapped my lips around one nipple, sucking hard while my thumb circled the other. I then worked my tongue back down her body. My teeth skimmed over one hip, hooking her panties while on the other side my fingers did the work.
As they slid down, I glanced up at her. “You won’t be needing these for a while.”
I could feel my body tense up with anticipation. My throbbing dick had become unbearable. Moving my hands up her outer legs, I kissed my way up, positioning myself between them. As I ran my tongue over her opening, Tweet fisted the sheets on either side of her.
I doubled my efforts, alternating between sucking for long periods and quick flicks of my tongue. Tweet’s back shot off the bed, arching as her loud moans surrounded us. The more her body reacted, the faster my tongue moved until I plunged it deep inside of her.