Page 40 of Healing Hope

“Of course. I was proud of my time. A lot of it is in my office at work. I talk to a lot of servicemen and their families, and they’re reassured when they see it.”

“I bet,” she murmured. Turning, she dropped the towel.

Paul was amazed that he could get hard after the orgasm he’d just had, but he did. Without argument, he followed her to bed.

* * *

Jess didn’t knowwhere her body ended and the stars began. If a person looked at Paul and assumed that he couldn’t do something, oh, they would be so very wrong. Yes, he was missing a limb, but he was so much more of a man than she ever would have expected.

As soon as she’d settled upon the king-sized mattress, he’d begun a gentle assault of learning every bit of her body. From the tips of her fingers to the hollow behind her ear, down her neck, to the length of her clavicle, he kissed her. In the middle, he’d spent more time learning her breasts, and everything that made them react. Wedging her thighs apart, he’d kneeled between them, bracing on his good hand. When she’d tried to touch him, he’d given her a look. “Let me play,” he said.

So, she did.

He kissed his way down her tummy, and paused to flick his tongue against the belly-button piercing. It was a tiny gold ball, with a dangling diamond.

“How have I never noticed this before?”

Jess snorted. “Well, we haven’t slept together before. And I usually keep my midriff covered, unless I’m at the beach.”

“It’s lovely. I’m glad I’m the only one to see this.”

Paul kissed his way down her right thigh, avoiding her pubic area altogether. Jess was beginning to squirm. The buildup was killing her, and her clit was singing. Actually, it was screaming for attention, and she could feel moisture welling as he continued his sensual assault.

For some reason, he spent an inordinate amount of time at her toes, teasing her silver ring with kisses. Then he stroked her other foot, her calf, and the back of her knee. Jess knew where he was going, but he was taking so long to get there!

As she looked down the length of her body to his dark head, she wondered if it would be gauche to jerk his head to her body and ride his mouth. No, she could wait. Maybe.

Whether he realized it or not, he was doing everything she loved. The beard abraded her just enough to wake the nerves in her skin. Goose bumps pebbled her legs in the wake of his kisses.

Then he was between her thighs, looking down at her glistening folds. She went in for a wax every few weeks and she was due to go, but the hair was fine and golden now. He didn’t seem to mind as he lowered his head. “Spread your thighs,” he ordered.

Face burning, she did as she was told, propping her heels near her hips and dropping her knees open. Then, quivering with excitement, she waited. And waited.

Jess had just started to lift her head when she felt his tongue glide up her center, and away.

“Oh…” she breathed.

Then her breath hitched, because he swept through again. This time, though, he paused to pay attention to her clit. The warm, liquid feel of his tongue sweeping around and around that pleasure point was enough to arch her off the bed. The feel of his beard whiskers could have been too much, but they were a perfect counterpoint to the soft warmth of his tongue. Then he did something, and the broad feel of his tongue narrowed to a fine point. Lowering his body over her thighs, he parted her folds with his hand and stroked with his tongue.

Jess lost track of everything except the feel of his talented mouth. He settled to one side and just did little teasing, rhythmic strokes, but it was enough to send her over the edge. Crying out, Jess convulsed on the bed, her vision going dark. Paul still held her thighs, so she really had nowhere to go, and he didn’t leave once the orgasm quieted in her body. No, he started tonguing her again, this time lapping at the moisture released from her body. Somehow, it felt like he lengthened his tongue, guiding it inside her, then out, up around her clit and back down. That wild heat built again, and she couldn’t get away from him.

Then he paused, and she felt a delicious suction against her body. It felt like the pleasure building in her body was all being pulled to that point, building into a frenetic storm. Ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever experienced before crashed over her, and she lost all sense of herself. She didn’t feel the cool room, or Paul’s beard on her sensitive skin. All she felt was a burning, tingling rapture that swallowed her down.

When she could finally open her eyes, she found Paul propped over top of her. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” she breathed, feeling languid and sated.

“Good.”

Then he glided the entire length of his cock into her body.

Jess cried out in surprised pleasure and lifted her knees. The fullness was a completely different sensation from what he’d done before, and it was a little shocking. Yes, she’d known he was big from seeing him in the shower, but it hadn’t occurred to her that he would be too much.

No, she decided as he began to move, he was just right.

Paul’s brilliant eyes drifted closed as he sought his pleasure in her body. His lips peeled back from his teeth in a pained grimace, like the pleasure was too sharp, but he sped up. Even though she’d just been thoroughly satisfied, Jess felt her own pleasure begin to build again. Reaching up for his face, she kissed him, open-mouthed and hungry. But he turned away.

“Don’t,” he admonished. “I love your mouth. You’ll make me come too soon.”