“Gloria.” All he had was her name, her touch anchoring him to this place. And that was everything.

“So beautiful,” she murmured. With one hand still gently stroking his mangled leg, she reached into his boxer briefs and brought her mouth to his cock.

His heart shattered into a thousand tiny slivers that carved his chest open. Light and heat rushed in like a door flying open on a summer day.

She was touching him with love, with lust. Everything he worried he wasn’t worthy of.

“Is this okay?” she asked again, her breath hot on the crown of his dick. He ached for more. More softness, more words, more of her beautiful mouth.

Aldo nodded. He slipped his hands into her hair, gently rubbing her scalp as those magical lips closed around the tip of his erection again.

Fuck. The pleasure from her mouth taking him in one inch at a time was going to break him. This wasn’t sex. This was a spiritual experience. Two souls opening to one another, the most vulnerable they could be. Together.

She was an angel. Absolving him of his pain. She welcomed him to a place where there was only room for pleasure and awe as two bodies worshipped each other.

Gloria moaned as his hands stroked her neck, her shoulders. He needed to honor her, to touch her, to give her pleasure with every touch. There were dark fingerprints on her that she was trusting him to erase. He wouldn’t take that responsibility lightly.

Keeping one hand on his knee, Gloria used her free hand to grip him at the root of his thick cock, pumping.

A fire lit in his balls as they tensed and pulled up against him. If he didn’t stop it now, it would turn into a raging wildfire. Aldo was so far from being done with her. He had a decade’s worth of fantasies stored up. So much pleasure to give.

Her head bobbed between his legs, and Aldo’s eyes rolled back in his head. Tongue and teeth and lips were being used against him as weapons of destruction. “Gloria,” he growled. When she didn’t listen, when she continued her measured torture, he slid his hands under her arms and pulled her up.

His hard-on popped free of her mouth and immediately began to ache for more of Gloria’s touch.

“I want you in bed,” he confessed.

“Okay.”

“I can’t walk there,” he told her, eyes sliding to his prosthesis.

“Lean on me.” She stood, offering him her hand. When he stood, when she slid her shoulder under his arm and he placed his weight on her, he knew humility.

The walk to the bed was short, and once they arrived, Gloria seemed to not know what to do next. He kissed her, long and deep, tasting her, teasing her. “Lay on the bed, beautiful.”