His Everlasting Love: 50 Loving States, Virginia by Theodora Taylor Page B

her as his, in the oldest way known to man.
    “Sawyer!” she cried out again. Then she broke off, croaking as she came so hard on his cock. So hard…
    Her release was his complete undoing. His cock jerked deep inside her and he came, spilling jets of semen into her with a hoarse shout. Only then did the intense déjà vu feeling ebb away. Only then did he feel fully satisfied.
    At least for now. He already knew in both his heart and his mind, that taking her in the way he had literally dreamed of wouldn’t be enough to scrub her out of his every waking thought. He’d want this with her again. Today. Tomorrow. Possibly always.
    Always and forever.
    “Oh God, we didn’t use a condom. Again.”
    Her shaky words jerked him down from his cloud, a lead balloon on a sunny morning.
    “It’s okay…” he told her.
    “We should have used a condom,” she said, sighing sadly into his shoulder.
    He kissed her on top of her bowed head. “It’s okay. I’m clean,” he assured her, stroking her braids. “Got everything ran at my last check up, and I haven’t been with anyone else in awhile. A long while.” Because I’ve been holding out for this , he thought to himself. Waiting to find you.
    But she pulled away from him, her face miserable with regret. “Can you please…get out of me? I know moving backwards on your new prosthesis might be tricky for you, but I need you out.”
    Feeling like both a cripple and pervert now, he pulled out. Backing up. She was right. It was tricky, and he hated the way his gimp leg bent weird under him, making it necessary for him to hold on to the royal blue counter as he pulled up his pants and watched her climb down. She immediately readjusted her t-shirt but didn’t bother to look for her panties, which he’d tossed God knew where in his frenzy to get inside of her.
    “Look,” he said, hating the miserable expression she wore now. Even more so because having sex with him had put it there. “I know you’re probably scared about something…unplanned happening, but nine times out of ten, it doesn’t. And even if it did, I’m responsible. I’d be there. I’d provide.”
    The look she pinned him with was so cold and resentful, you’d think he’d said the exact opposite: that he wouldn’t be there for her, that he couldn’t be depended on…
    “I’ve got to go,” she said, her voice little more than a rasp now.
    “No, stay,” he said. “I don’t want you leaving here upset. I’ll cancel the lunch with my dad and we’ll talk about this.”
    She pushed her now very messy braids out of her face. “I really need to go.” Her voice was shaking, and he could clearly see the effort she was putting into not stuttering when she said, “Look, you’ll need to find someone else to do your PT from now on. I’ll pay you back for the car, I promise. But…you just need to find someone else.”
    But the thing was…he didn’t want anyone else. He wanted her. Only her. Administering his PT. And occupying his bed.
    “Willa,” he told her quietly. “Falling asleep with you last night was one of the best things that has ever happened to me in my life.”
    “Don’t say that!” She reeled back around to face him, her eyes wide with fear and anger. “Please don’t say that.”
    “It feels like I know you, Willa,” he went on, ignoring her pleas in order to speak his truth. “Like we belong together.”
    Willa looked from side to side, like a wild animal suddenly trapped, which made it all the more unbelievable to him when she said in a calm voice, “Sometimes…sometimes patients mistake gratitude for stronger feelings. It’s easy to get confused emotionally in these situations. And I know us sleeping together doesn’t help with that. But please realize this is both unprofessional and plain unethical on my part. It can’t happen again, and that’s why I’m taking myself off your case.”
    He just stood there, staring her down with blazing eyes and a thundering heart.