Free Tragically Wounded by Angelina Rose

made me feel better.
    I waited patiently for him to get up, unsure if I should offer to help. I didn't want to just lay here and watch him struggle, but I didn't want to offend him by helping either. After meeting Sean, I'd done some research and from what I gathered, there were three things I needed to do for him: be patient, be understanding, and be willing to openly communicate with him. I shouldn't coddle him, but I should be available should he ask for help. Well, he wasn't asking for help right now, so I simply waited. A moment later, Sean brought his body over mine, lying on top of me. His partial left leg and prosthesis was fully on the couch while his right leg was near the edge. Even in this position, he still appeared to be uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. My legs were spread to accommodate him and his erection, which, even through his jeans, I could tell was massive. Not that I had any basis for comparison, but holy hell he sure did feel big.
    His arms were bent and resting on either side of my head, his lips worked against mine, his tongue dueled with mine in an erotic dance of desire. Then he shifted his body, and he winced. "Ow."
    "Sean, please don't hurt yourself," I said with a shaky voice.
    He dropped his forehead to mine and sighed. "I'm sorry, Nicole."
    "Hey," I said, taking his face into mine. "Don't be sorry. It's okay."
    "Maybe if I take this thing off…"
    A glimmer of hope burned in my chest. Maybe this could still happen. "Yeah, okay, if you think it'll help."
    "You don't mind?" He looked genuinely surprised.
    "No, of course not," I shook my head.
    Using the back of the couch and the arm rest, he climbed off me and sat upright at the opposite end of the sofa. I sat up, too, then quickly stood. I extended my hand to him and he looked at me with confusion. "Let's go into the bedroom."
    His jaw dropped. "Seriously?"
    I nodded, "Yes, it might help. You know, be more comfortable for both of us."
    "Nicole…are you sure you want to do this?"
    "I want nothing more than to be with you, Sean."
    That was all he needed to hear. Sean smiled and took my hand. I led him into my bedroom and closed the door. He sat on the bed and began to remove his prosthesis while I pulled down the covers and waited for him. My heart raced as I watched the muscles in his back and shoulders ripple with each move he made. I wanted to feel his touch again, to kiss him and have him whisper things to me. I'd never felt this way before, never have I wanted a man to love me as desperately as I wanted Sean to.
    A moment later, Sean was beside me, his hands coursing up and down the length of my body while his lips molded to mine. I noticed he'd removed the rest of his clothes. I looked down and was mesmerized by all his naked glory. He was absolutely gorgeous in my eyes, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was that he was here with me, that he wanted me.
    It felt like he spent hours exploring my body with his hands and mouth, but in reality it was just moments. The pleasure was exquisite and I never wanted it to end. He climbed on top of me and I spread my legs wide open, being extremely careful to stay away from his left leg as much as possible. Not because it grossed me out or anything, but because I was terrified of hurting him. He put his hands on either side of my head, and I felt him enter me. My fingernails dug into the hard flesh of his biceps, and I cried out. "Ahhh!" I knew it was going to hurt, but I wasn't prepared for just how much. It felt like I was being ripped in half.
    "Shit," he groaned. Sean's face contorted into a grimace as if it hurt him more than it hurt me.
    After a few moments, once my body adjusted to his, it started to feel good, really good. I moved beneath him, lifting my hips to meet his. The only sounds were those of our rapid heartbeats, our ragged breaths, and our moans of pleasure.
    Sean brought his lips to mine and kissed me with the same pace that he made love to me: slow and tender. "So good,"