Falling in Love...Again chapter 4

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 4
2024

I leaned in, capturing her mouth with mine, feeling her melt into me. Her arms tightened around my neck as our kiss deepened, becoming a passionate, urgent exchange that left us both breathless.

"Can you lock the door?" Was her only request.

My hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts. She moaned softly into my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I lifted her on the bathroom vanity like a did years ago.

Her dress was hiked up, revealing her sexy long legs. I trailed my hand along, feeling her hard cast beneath my touch. "I'm so sorry you broke your leg" She shivered, her eyes locked onto mine.

I unbuttoned her dress, revealing the lacy black bra that partly covered her breasts. I kissed her neck, my teeth grazing her skin as I made my way down to her collarbone. She arched her back, her broken limb against my leg, her breath coming in short gasps.

I unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. They were full and firm, her nipples already hard and so erected pleading for my attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling until she was writhing beneath me.

"You taste so good," I murmured, moving to the other breast.

She moaned, her hands threading through my hair.

I kissed my way down her body, my hands exploring every inch of her. I reached the hem of her dress, pulling it up further to reveal her black tights. I ran my fingers along the cast again, then up, feeling the heat of her through the fabric.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband, pulling them down to reveal more. She was already so wet, her lips glistening with desire. I ran my finger along her vagina, feeling her shudder beneath me.

"You're so wet, you want this, don't you?"

"I need this," she gasped. "Oh, God, yes."

She undid my pants, freeing my penis. It was hard and throbbing in her hand, ready for her. I positioned myself at her entrance, looking into her eyes as I slowly pushed inside.

She moaned, her nails digging into my back.

I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers. She met my rhythm, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. I could feel her tightening around me, her moans growing louder. My thrusts become more forceful. She cried out, her body trembling with each stroke. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around my penis.

"Don't stop."

I didn't. I kept up the pace, my own pleasure building with hers. I could feel the tension in my body, the need for release growing with each thrust. With a cry, her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me as she came. The sensation sent me over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me. I thrust into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum.

Seconds later I remembered one evening many years ago...

We walked into the pub, I followed her on her crutches, her left leg was in a long and heavy red cast, the foot portion of the cast was covered in a red wool sock. We settled into a secluded booth, the perfect spot for catching up without distractions. Avery's crutches were neatly placed beside her, and she seemed comfortable with her broken leg on my lap, her presence both familiar and intriguingly new to me.

Intriguing because we were both 18 but I had never been with a girl in a cast.

"So, what's next after graduation?" I began, eager to dive into anything to distract from my raging erection under her cast.

She smiled, "I can't decide between college and art school."

I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it's hard to choose, what if you can't decide what will you do?"

Avery leaned back, her eyes distant for a moment rubbing her crutches before she focused on me again. "Maybe take a gap year. Travel a bit, try different jobs, and eventually find my way back to art or teaching."

"You know, I never thought I'd find myself here, with you, like this." She gestured to her cast.

I raised an eyebrow, "Like what? With your leg in a cast or with me?"

She laughed, a soft sound that warmed my insides. "Both, I guess. I've never really been the damsel in distress type so breaking my leg in 3 places, cast and crutches were not in my life plan."

I grinned, "Well, maybe it's time you embraced it. Besides, I kind of like the challenge." I leaned in, our faces inches apart. "After watching you on that stage Avery...I'm sure you don;t need anybody taking care of you."

Her breath hitched, her eyes closed briefly like she had a secret to tell me. "Take care of me, huh? That sounds... intriguing. Ever had a girlfriend in a cast of any kind?"

I reached out, gently tucking a strand of her pink hair behind her ear. "No but you could be the first."

She nodded, a small smile playing on her sensual lips. "Sounds like a plan." She moved her cast slightly, rubbing against my hard penis.

We ordered beers, the atmosphere between us charged with a sexual electric tension like I had never felt before. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, the way her lips curved when she laughed, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her poor broken leg, cast and crutches.

I was in serious trouble when she moved closer, my hand was on her broken leg. "I want to make you feel better. I want to take care of you in every way possible."

She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine. I responded instantly, my lips parting to allow her tongue entry. The kiss was slow and sensual, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths.

As we pulled away, Avery's eyes were glazed with lust and sensual desire.

"Miles...I need to tell you something" she whispered, her voice laced with need.And...I was back in the car in 2024. Despite the ease of our conversation, one thing kept nagging at me, Avery's broken leg. It wasn't just the visible evidence of her injury; it was the way she seamlessly integrated it into her life, using her crutches with such nonchalance. My curiosity was piqued, but I decided to tread carefully.

"So, how did you break your leg? It is your leg and not your ankle right?" I asked casually, trying to keep the conversation light.

She glanced down at her cast, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

"Oh, you know, typical Avery but I think I already told you right?"

I nodded, though the simplicity of her answer didn't quite satisfy my curiosity. There was something more beneath the surface, something she wasn't fully disclosing. I wanted to press further, to understand the full story behind her injury, but the moment felt too intimate, too vulnerable.

Instead, I shifted the topic back to safer ground. "Have you ever considered getting back on stage?"

Avery smiled, her confidence undiminished. "Wouldn't that be absolutely wild? To be back on stage with crutches and a cast on my leg like the first time we met."

The night wasn't ready to let go of me yet, and neither was she, it seemed. As Avery turned to say goodbye, her crutches tucked neatly under her arms, I leaned in, unable to resist. Gently, I placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting my lips linger just enough to make the moment last. Her eyes sparkled, and she tilted her head toward me, her voice low and warm.

"Thank you, for an incredible night."

Then, with a graceful shift, she adjusted her crutches and began to make her way up the short pathway to her front door. I stood there, completely transfixed.

The click of her stiletto boot against the stone path was sharp but steady, contrasting beautifully with the rhythmic tap of her crutches. The cast, sleek and smooth, peeked out from beneath the hem of her dress. She moved with such practised ease that it seemed almost choreographed, her hips swaying ever so slightly with each measured step. The sway of her dress and the curve of her silhouette caught the porch light in a way that made my breath hitch.

As she reached the door, she turned back for a final glance. "Goodnight, Miles," she called softly, her voice carrying a warmth that settled into my chest.

"Goodnight, Avery,"

I watched as she opened the door, her movements fluid despite her crutches. She stepped inside, her figure framed in the soft glow of her hallway light, and then the door closed with a gentle click. I stood there for a moment longer, I couldn't stop picturing her, the vibrant and sexy woman who had walked back into my life on crutches and stilettos, leaving me with more questions and an undeniable craving for whatever came next.

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 5 to come
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