The Amendment (The Contract 2)

“I don’t know how far this will go,” I confessed. “If I can finish…”

“We’ll take this as far as we can,” she replied. “Just try with me.”

I captured her mouth again, holding her neck and stroking the skin. Finally, she lifted her head and sat up, straddling me once more. She slid down my body, her pussy leaving a hot trail on my skin as she moved down. She hovered over me, meeting my eyes.

“Let me do the work.”

Before I could reply, she sank down, taking me inside her. I felt her weight on my thighs as she settled, her head flung back in pleasure. My cock was surrounded by heat. By her. I groaned in ecstasy at the sensation. She began to move, undulating over me, one hand braced on my stomach, one buried in her hair.

“It’s been so long,” she mumbled. “You feel so good, Richard.”

“You look so fucking amazing, riding my cock. Taking control. Use me, Katy. Fucking come all over me,” I urged. “I love watching you come.”

“Not without you.”

“No,” I shook my head. “I want you to. Ride me until you come.”

Her eyes glittered and she moved faster. “I’m taking you with me.”

She reached behind herself and stroked my balls. She moaned and whimpered. I was fascinated watching her. Awash in the sensations she created. Rejoicing in the fact that I could feel them. Feel her. A tremor started in my stomach, my body catching up with the visual in front of me. Tingles of anticipation rippled inside me. My cock began to swell. Katy’s eyes widened.

“Yes, Richard. Yes! I feel you.” She shifted, changing her position and riding me harder. “Come with me.”

I grabbed her hips, guiding her. Pushing her up and pulling her back down. She sobbed my name, her back arching as her release washed through her. I watched as she lost herself in the moment. I had forgotten how beautiful she was in her release. The way her entire frame shuddered. How she bit her lip and lowered her chin as if sinking into the feeling. The breathiness of my name falling from her lips. And how it felt when her muscles fluttered, tightened around me, taking all I had—giving me so much more.

My body strained, the urge to thrust and grind against her eclipsing everything else. An orgasm hit me, obliterating everything in its path. I saw stars, the ecstasy was so great. I opened my mouth in a soundless scream, and somewhere, deep inside, I felt a flex, the pinching of muscles not used for so long now gripping, then vanishing as fast as they had engaged. A long, agonized sound escaped as my entire being surrendered. The pain, the pleasure, the sweet torture of it all.

Katy collapsed onto my chest, her breathing ragged and hard. My own chest was moving rapidly as I tried to find enough oxygen to fill it.

I wrapped her in my arms, exhausted, triumphant, and scared.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She lifted her head, her eyes soft and content. She traced my lips with her finger. “More than okay. That-that was mind-blowing, Richard.”

I kissed her fingertip. “It wasn’t only my mind that blew.”

She giggled, burying her face into my neck. Her breath washed over my skin, the sound of her happiness soaked into my mind.

“I guess Aiden and Colin were right,” I mused. “I didn’t believe them, and I was too afraid to try. Too afraid to fail, thinking I would never recover if I did.” I huffed out a long breath. “What an idiot.”

Katy slid off of me but cuddled close to my side and rested her head on my chest. “Why were you afraid?”

“I already felt so diminished as a man,” I confessed.

“Did I make you feel that way?”

I stroked her hair, trying to find the words.

“Not intentionally, no. You did everything right, Katy. It was me and my own perception.”

“Tell me.”

I paused, and she glanced up, my hesitation saying more than I knew.

“Don’t be afraid to talk, Richard. Say it and get it out. I promise my feelings won’t be hurt.”

I tugged her head back to my chest. It was easier to talk when I wasn’t looking at her. “It was everything, Katy. All the things you did to make everything easier for me. The ramp, the stuff in the bathroom, the adjustment of the bed height, the contraption to help me get into it. Arranging my therapy, rides to the doctor, and the office.” I sighed. “And the elevator. Especially that godforsaken, necessary elevator.”

“Why do you hate it more than anything?”

“I hate what it represented. What it all represented. I didn’t see them as tools to help me get better. I saw them as things mocking me and reminding me that I would never be whole again. I would never carry you up the stairs or throw you on the bed and fuck you for fun. I would never chase Gracie and Heather around the backyard or be able to have them jump into my arms in the pool because I couldn’t catch them since I couldn’t stand. The walk-in shower reminded me I couldn’t have bath time with them.” I curled a piece of her hair around my finger, rubbing the silky strand with my thumb and letting it bounce back into place. “I was so lost in my head, I couldn’t see past any of it, so everything you did right, felt wrong.”