I kept on holding onto the thoughts when she appeared with a towel. Her skin was dripping with water, her hair was wet, and she was looking at me intensely again.
“I am done showering,” she muttered. There was something different about her voice and I couldn’t help but notice what it was. The towel was wrapped around her chest, and she held her pajamas which she had gone into the bathroom with. It was strange she went into the bathroom with them and that was when it hit me.
I am fucking foolish. I cursed within me. She was giving me a green light and I couldn’t see it.
“Should I help you get on the bed?” She whispered to me as she lowered herself to where I sat. I knew what she meant by that but I couldn’t let her put me in the bed as she might realize my legs weren’t as wobbly as a crippled man’s leg should be.
“Come here,” I said to her, sounding husky. My voice was hoarse as I watched her come closer to squat where I sat.
“You look so beautiful today,” I said to her, and I could see a shy smile form on her face.
I touched her face slightly and trailed my hands down her cheeks to her neckline, she was motionless and she had that intense look still on her face.
“Edwina,” I whispered, coming closer to her, as I could feel my hot breath touch her wet skin.
“Xander,” she replied, and I smiled. This was the first time she wasn’t referring to me as the Alpha.
“I want you, Edwina,” I said calmly this time, and she remained silent. My hands were now on the back of her neck and some of her wet hair was touching my hands, dripping water on them. I titled her head forward to meet mine as I could feel her breath turn heavy.
“I am all yours,” she replied, and I waited no more before I titled my head forward to kiss her. I could taste her wet mouth on mine, my tongue exploring hers as she kissed me back intensely. Her tongue playfully throbbed into mine, gently sucking her lips and then my hand down her neckline.
I was perfectly aware that what stood between her being gloriously naked before me was just the knot she made in the towel wrapped around her body. In just a swift movement, she would be naked, but I didn’t want to do that while I was still in the wheelchair and she was squatting down before me.
“Let’s go to the bed,” I proposed to her and nodded in agreement. We reached the bed and she walked to the other side as I pretended to struggle to get on it.
After we both sat on the bed.
“Should I help you pull your clothes?” She asked.
I had always found a lady pulling a man’s cloth a bit emasculating, but I am supposed to be a cripple, so I am supposed to be handicapped also.
“Yes,” I simply said, and she helped me pull the robe I wore over my head, it was the Alpha’s traditional robe, and then buttoned the orange long sleeve t-shirt but before she did, I helped her remove it. I might be disabled, but I still had my hands.
She then lowered herself down to my robes. I could see how gentle she was with me. She helped me unbutton the trousers, unzipped them, and then slid them down my legs. She did this with so much patience.
She was about to do the same to my boxers once she was done with my singlets, leaving me with one piece of clothing when my hands grabbed her.
“My turn,” I said huskily and drew her upwards, towards me. Without waiting, I twisted open the knot she had made with the towels and the towel fell off, leaving her stack naked before me.
“Gosh!!” I exclaimed as I could feel my length immediately grow alert at the sight of her naked body. I wasted no time and drew her close to me and kissed her while my hand cupped around her breast, caressing them. She let out a soft moan, then she gently lay down on the side. I also did before I lowered my head to her breast. I took them in one step at a time in my mouth, sucking them while my other hand’s explored down her legs, finding that sweet spot there and my hands going into them to caress her clit. She was moaning louder as I dipped my fingers into her. Her hands found my length, which was already hard and yearning for her.
She lowered herself down to them, giving me a hand job, and with a smile on her face she smirked,
“My turn,”
I let out a moan as soon as her mouth accommodated my hard dick.
Edwina’s POV…
He let out a soft moan. He was trying not to, but the harder I sucked into his hard length, the more he moaned. I must say that when I entered the bathroom, I told myself that I was not going to have sex with him today. I had always had this romanticized visual about sex; it had to be done for love and nothing more.
Then I remembered all the experiences I had with Benedict; he was the first and only man I had ever been with. He loved to fuck, hard and fast, and we had two different views about what sex should be like. I wanted to make love to him, and he wanted nothing other than to bang sex. He took me everywhere; in the kitchen, couch, bedroom, car, and sometimes in public areas.
I didn’t feel like his wife, but more like his fuck buddy by the amount of time, we had sex and also by the absence of emotions from him whenever we had intercourse. It was not my ideal marriage or sex, and whenever I raised my concern about how my sexual needs were not being met, he would always say to me,
“Edwina, why do you love complaining so much? Sex is meant to be hard and fast; slow sex is for the novices.”
“No, it’s not. People who share intimacy make love to each other. For God’s sake Benedict, you barely kiss me when we have sex.”
“I barely kiss you, but don’t I make you cum?” He would always ask, rendering me speechless, and that would ultimately be the end of the conversation and most likely the start of another fuck session.
When people say sex doesn’t keep a man, I truly agree with them because I gave Benedict everything he could ask for. I met all his sexual needs but yet, but he still cheated.
So, when I went to the bathroom and was showering, I realized that I had never had sex for love as I claimed to want. So, then I thought, why should this be any different from what I have been used to? When I left the bathroom with just my towel, I understood the assignment, all I had to do was to take him to the bed, get him hard, and fuck him, but when it started with a kiss, a deep, wet kiss, I melted. That wasn’t my idea of sex and moving to the bed. Even with his restriction, he still romanced me, kissing me, sucking me, and fingering me. He didn’t do it hard just to give me an orgasm which I had always been used to, but for the moment.
Was I just overthinking this? Maybe this wasn’t him making love, but he felt the need to compensate due to his restriction.
When he sucked and fingered me at the same time, he did it for a long time. He didn’t hurry. He did it with so much care and longing.
“Edwina,” he called out my name as he struggled to catch his breath. I was still going down on him.
“Uhm mm,” I replied, still a mouth full.
“If you…” he paused as I continued to go harder, “if you continue with this, I will cum and you won’t.” He struggled to say as I still kept on and paused.
“Let’s switch,” he said, and I lifted my head up and glared at him.
“How?” I asked.
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