Slick and spent, they lay side-by-side, Marissa’s face tucked into his shoulder. A deep sense of peace enveloped Aidan. He felt himself drifting off. He vaguely thought that he should get up, clean up, thank this wonderful woman for a great time, and take off. He thought it and then thought nothing at all.
Chapter Three
Marissa blinked her eyes to better see in the darkness of her bedroom. She could barely make out Aidan’s body. He sat at the edge of her bed, reaching down for something. She realized it was his movement that had woken her and also that he was in the process of reattaching his prosthesis in order to leave.
Damn, what was it with guys? How come they always snuck out in the middle of the night? Or at least the ones she really liked seemed to make a habit of it. Usually, she’d pretend to be asleep so as not to make it more awkward than it already was. For some reason, she didn’t feel like being such a patsy this time.
She bolted upright and snapped on the night light. Aidan jerked in surprise and whipped the sheet across his lap. Something thunked against the floor. He covered up so fast she caught only a glimpse of his amputated leg. It looked like just about any other male thigh, except there was no knee hanging over the edge of the bed. It wasn’t any more startling than the sight of one leg of his baggy shorts being pinned shut at the end while he had waterskied. Still, he clearly thought otherwise as he sat there staring back at her. He hadn’t bothered to make sure the tip of his hard cock was covered. It peeked out from the sheet as if it were playing a game of hide and seek and really hoping she’d find it.
“Sorry,” Aidan said. “I was trying not to wake you.”
Marissa combed her hair off her face with an impatient swipe of her hand. “No problem.” She paused and narrowed her eyes at him. “You got some place you need to be at nearly,” she glanced at her nightstand clock, “four in the morning?”
He grimaced. “Um, no. I just figured you’d appreciate it if I was gone before morning.”
“Huh!” She flopped back down. “In the whole history of humanity, has any woman ever been the one that wanted the guy gone after fucking?”
“Um.”
“That was a rhetorical question, Chief.” She waved at him. “Look, if you want to go, go. I had a great time, but no strings attached. I get it.” Part of her did, but part of her was hurt, and that was plain dumb because she had propositioned him. She knew he was on vacation and looking for a quick lay like just about everyone else who came to Key West. It wasn’t fair to fault him for wanting to leave once he had gotten his rocks off.
“Hey.” He reached across the bed and clasped her hand. “I don’t want to leave. I really did think you might prefer it.” He rubbed his thumb in slow circles around her inner wrist. “It will be light soon, and I’m not the prettiest sight first thing in the morning.”
She rolled her eyes. “As if anyone is. I know,” she added before he could say it. “You don’t want me seeing your leg. I can see your cock, though, and it looks eager to play some more.”
He gave her a sly grin. “You do seem to inspire it. Besides, I want you to look at my dick. It’s one of my best features.” His grin faded. “My leg’s not. It’s kind of…ugly.”
She wanted to argue the point and knew it was futile. It wasn’t fair, either, for her to push him on it. He’d taken a big step in coming to a bar and then coming home with her. If she insisted he go outside of his comfort zone, she’d drive him away. She wasn’t his girlfriend or even a casual date. This was a one night stand, but if she played her cards right, maybe it could be more. Leaning over to turn off the light, she said, “Grab a condom and come back to bed.”
She settled down with her eyes closed to give him whatever space he needed to position himself back by her side. She heard the drawer open and the crinkle of the wrapper. The mattress dipped as he slid in beside her. With gentle hands, he turned her on her side, her back to him. He bent her top leg, pressing her knee close to her chest. Then he slid his cock into her pussy with one long, slow stroke. His pubic hair tickled her bottom as he set a pace of steady thrusting. He wiggled one arm under hers to clasp a breast, his thumb and forefinger squeezed the already hardened nipple. His other hand slung over her hip, and he dipped his fingers between her folds to tease and stroke her clit.
The pleasure built slowly, pulling her up to the peak without making her surrender the languor of having been recently asleep. She remained passive in his embrace, happy to let him do all the work, believing it mattered to him, too, that he was in command. It was only when her breaths became shorter and harsher, testament to her mounting climax, that his pace increased. His thrusts became stronger, his body slapping against hers with greater urgency. As she felt the first wave of orgasm crest, she pressed her body back in a counter rhythm to force him harder into her eager cunt. She squeezed the walls around his cock as tightly as she could and cried out. He slammed his cock in one more time before he shouted above her head, his fingers pressing into her flesh.