Chapter 19

Lista Playlist: All I wanna do is make love to you - Halestorm

The moment I whisper in his ear, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me into my room, gently asking if it’s ok. I of course, say yes. He sits on the edge of my bed, still holding me with my legs around his waist. After a few brief kisses, he mumbles into my lips. “This is where I wanted you last time, before we were rudely interrupted” he says, charmingly. We both laugh. Our bodies meet and the sweet tension that has built up throughout our time together is dissipating around us in beautiful waves. Our tongues meet, our hands are all over each other, and it’s the release we both needed after this shitshow of events. I slowly unbutton his shirt, and he gives me time and space to do what I need, when I feel right. But as gentle as he is, and as lovely as it feels, I want more of him. I want to see the side of him I’ve witnessed before, the dominant side. “Quin… You can do what you want with me. You take the lead. Tell me what you want and then do it” I say whilst almost moaning through the tension I feel.

“I want you , beneath me, on top of me and everywhere, as long as you’re near me. I want to be inside of you. I want to see you. All of you” he says, almost growling.

He stops, coming to a realisation for a moment, before saying “Oh and Lista, I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone for a long time, but I got tested before and everything is clear”.

“I got tested after what happened last year… I haven’t been with anyone since then. I’m clear too. Thank you for caring enough to mention it Quin” I say, still so in awe of the man that is holding me right now.

“Now that that’s all sorted. I want you” he says, kissing my jaw and down my neck.

Our breathing gets heavier, and we rush to take each other’s clothes off so our skin can meet. He flips me over, exactly like I imagined in my fantasy, the night we kissed. He kisses and lightly bites my bare skin, tracing the line of my sternum tattoo with his tongue. It feels so good that I’m struggling to keep my moans contained. He continues kissing my skin, lowering himself further down before stopping in mid thought. “Would you feel more comfortable taking your prosthetic off Lista?” he says, kindly but still in a sexy tone. Why does this turn me on? No one has ever been this considerate to think about my comfort before. Usually they’re a bit creeped out by the detaching of said lower leg, but Quin just wants me to be content.

“Let’s not ruin the mood. Plus my leg likes to be part of the action. I’ll take her off later. Or if you feel more comfortable, I can do so now –.” He puts a finger to my lips, stopping me from continuing.

“I’m happy as long as you are Lista. Let’s give her some action, shall we”. Dear lord , this is too much for my inexperienced sexual mind. He kisses down my leg, running his hand across the pattern on my prosthesis. “I designed it myself” I say to him.

“Prosthetic engineering is one of my favourite topics Lista. Hence why I became a biomechanical engineer. You’ve done an incredible job” he says, whilst kissing my leg. No one has ever done anything like this to me. It’s astonishing. And the fact that he’s talking to me about engineering whilst we’re both here, naked. Most guys just rush straight into it. Not Quin. It’s different with him.

“Now that I’ve given her some attention, I think you deserve some more, don’t you think?” he says as he brings his finger up my thigh to meet my most sensitive part. I shiver and moan, arching my back as he grasps my waist with his other hand. He circles my clit slowly, sending pleasure through my body in every direction. He replaces his finger with his tongue and continues slow circles around my bud, before running his finger down along my entrance. I’m so wet, it’s unreal. He feels it and groans. After teasing my entrance, coating his fingers in my wetness, he pushes one finger in, and I squirm around him in pleasure. He soon adds another finger, pumping in and out, whilst still speeding up the pace with his tongue too. It doesn’t take long before I reach my limit. I’m on the edge of my orgasm as he whispers. “Cum for me Lista. I want to taste you on my tongue”. It’s enough to push me over the edge and further, as I feel my body enter another dimension. It’s like I’m floating in a beautiful, hazed dream. Quin removes his fingers and uses his tongue to see me through the other side of my orgasm. My body shakes and shivers through the sweet release. He climbs up my body, so our faces meet and pecks me on the lips, smiling at my flushed skin and messy hair.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve wanted to do this since New Year’s Eve. I wanted to taste all of you. To make you feel incredible. I needed your body on mine” he says, moving lower and taking my breasts one by one in his mouth, sucking and licking. I kiss his lips, deeper and wetter, before pushing him backwards onto the bed and climbing on top of him. He gasps.

“Oh… fuck Lista” he says as I trace his ink kissed skin with my tongue, leading my way down to his erection. I hold him in my hands and circle the swelled tip with my tongue, tasting his sweet precum, before taking him into my mouth. He groans loudly, tilting his hips and gripping the sheets as I take his full erection deep into my throat. Once I’m used to his length and girth, I take him in faster, pursing my lips tighter to take his pleasure to the next level. I feel his need to thrust, so I take his hand and place it at the back of my head, allowing him to find a rhythm and feel in control. It turns me on even more, knowing what he wants and when he shows me. He pumps into me at his own pace, and I can feel his erection growing. I want him inside of me. I make sure to merely tease, and not bring him to the edge. After I’m satisfied that he’s pleased and harder than ever, I kiss up his body and meet his lips again, tasting the mixture of our arousal. “I want you inside of me Quin” I say into his ear as I kiss his neck.

“Shall I get a condom Lista?” he asks. So considerate. What planet has he come from?

“As long as you’re happy, I am. I’m on the pill”.

“In that case” he says as he parts my legs and fills me with his erection roughly. I gasp and melt into his body as he thrusts slowly into me. I’m so desperate for more, I place both of my hands on his chest and ride him until his head falls back and he’s whispering my name followed by sweet profanities. Both of us gasping and moaning with pleasure. He grips my ass, possessively. It feels so good to know he wants me.

“Wow, you’re so fucking tight… You feel so good”. His hands loosen their grip on my ass and move up over my waist, smoothing over the skin. “You’re so soft Lista, damn ”. He flips me over so that he’s above me now. He lifts both of my legs and puts them on his shoulders, leaning towards me. He places himself at my entrance and pushes into me deeply and quick, until I’m full and moaning out loud. This position hits all the right spots and my eyes struggle to keep focus. I whimper his name and plead for more, and he gives it to me. He fucks me hard, and I have to cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my pleasured screams. He kisses them away when he can, but his pleasure fills him so deeply that his head lolls back often as he tries to quiet his own words. Most people are so gentle with me, because of my leg, but Quin asks for what I want and gives it to me. He knows I’m not delicate and he fucking treats me like a normal human being, flipping me over, lifting my legs and filling me with pleasure. He slows the pace now, and our bodies are touching. Chest to chest, our legs wrapped around each other’s. He’s holding my hands against the bed, above my head. He’s gone from fucking me, to making love to me. We kiss deeply, passionately and it feels so intimate. I’m taking him in deep but slow and I feel like we’re the only two people on earth. He’s kissing me like he needs me to survive. I think I need him too. Whilst still pumping into me slowly, he lifts his face, so our eyes meet, and releases my hands, bringing his to my face and hair, stroking gently. “Lista. I’m about to say something stupid. This might be too soon, but I think I’ve fallen in love with you” he says, still filling me to the brim slowly with his dick. I smile, ear to ear and kiss him, wrapping my hands around his face, stroking his jaw with my thumb. His hands are around my face too now. He looks at me intensely, searching for my response, until his expression softens when I speak. “Quin. I’ve fallen in love with you too”.

We finish slowly and beautifully. Him releasing into me, filling me to the brim as I find release too. We spend the rest of the evening cuddling, eating takeout and watching New Girl. Turns out he likes it too. We talk about my leg, and I show him it without my prosthetic. He glides his hand across the amputation scar on my limb whilst I tell him about the history behind it. Not once did he prod, but just sat and listened. His eyes glistening. And I know you’re wondering too. I was in a car accident with my family when I was eleven. I was the only survivor. That day I lost my mother, father and my younger brother. My leg was crushed, but thankfully that was the only major injury I faced. My lower leg had to be removed, hence becoming an amputee.

My other broken bones could heal, and my concussion could be treated. I still suffer from balance and sensory issues due to my head injury and minor brain damage, but vestibular exercises have helped it become more manageable. My physical aids have been life savers. The mental trauma was harder to recover from, but after therapy and living with my auntie growing up, I managed to find myself and start living, rather than just being a survivor. My passion for engineering started when I had my first prosthetic leg. I knew I wanted to grow up learning about the work behind it so I could be the difference other amputees need in their lives. So I set my sights on gaining knowledge and learning how to design and create different types of prosthetics. I designed and helped create my own in recent years, and I’m so excited to continue. So… yeah. That’s my story ( Basically what I told Quin ).

“You are astonishing. Just because you’re you Lista. I can’t believe I’ve been so lucky to have you in my life”. He says.

“I’m the lucky one Quin” I say, and he shakes his head, smiling.

“We’re both lucky to have found each other then. When I’m with you, balance is restored. And of all the beautiful places on this earth and beyond, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be”. His beautiful words provoke a thought. One I’ve never brought up to him. But now feels right.

“Quin. You’re tattoo spoke to me the first time I saw it. What’s the story behind it?” I ask, tracing it with my fingers.

He looks down at the ink on his arm and smiles. “I’ve always thought it was important to find equilibrium between the heart and mind. It’s difficult to find. Especially regarding the heart. I’ve never known or felt love, in balance. It’s always been conflicting, ebbing and flowing. Until now. With you” he says. My heart speeds up at this perfect admission, because I feel exactly the same way. Finally we’ve both found love, in balance.