She thought about it for a moment, and then surprised me tremendously.
“Tim, I don’t need you to fuck me to get off. There is a lot more we could do that I would enjoy. I meant it when I said that I’m submissive. If you wanted to edge me for the next four weeks while making me suck you off five times a day, it would only make me hornier. And about you honoring a commitment you make...” she paused to make sure she had my full attention before she continued. “ ... that is exactly the reason why I chose you over Dad and Logan. My decision stands. I’m actually very happy that you think about dating someone again.”
I blinked at her as she gave me a genuine smile. I had SO not expected that. But it made me immediately look at her differently. I nodded and we continued on our task. About ten minutes before Mia’s arrival, Ava made herself scarce, though she wouldn’t leave without wishing me good luck.
About half a minute after she had closed the door to her bedroom, I could faintly hear her talking on the phone. I knew, now I had really given Claire every incentive I could think of.
Only a few minutes after Ava had withdrawn into her room, I heard the bell on the gate ring and saw Mia’s car on the monitor. I let her into the apartment and she wasted no time. I immediately had her lips pressed onto mine, and found myself enjoying this more than I would have expected.
“Just in case it wasn’t clear, I missed you too.” she smiled after breaking our kiss. “And no, I did not change my mind over the last two weeks.”
I leaned in and gave her another kiss. I just couldn’t help it, but the contented sigh she produced as a result of my action made it even better.
“Have you eaten yet?” I asked, and she shook her head. “Nice.”
I led her into the kitchen where she placed the mouth-sized pieces of roasted bread on a plate, and then we moved into my bedroom where we lay on the bed facing the TV to watch some shows on Netflix.
“These are fucking awesome!” she proclaimed after tasting her first bite of Bruschetta.
“I thought, if you were hungry, we could order a pizza or something. That would go well with it.”
“You know, in the hospital, I said I wasn’t planning our wedding. But maybe I should rethink that.” she laughed.
“Wow. Talk about being easy.” I laughed, to which she slapped me on my healthy leg.
“Now that I think about it, I AM lying on the bed of the guy I have the hots for, even though he still has pictures of his ex-girlfriend on the wall.” she said in a taunting voice, but quickly noticed the change in my expression and got a little insecure about it. “What?”
“About Tess ... she ... didn’t really move away.” I said, and she immediately increased the distance between us before looking at me with accusation in her eyes.
“Are you telling me she’s still around, or that she’s still... around-around? Like, as your girlfriend, around.”
“No!” I quickly tried to clarify. “Nothing like that. I wouldn’t do that! The truth is, she ... didn’t just move away. We also never broke up. She died in September. That’s why I have ... trouble taking her pictures down.”
I held my breath, waiting for her to say something. I was fully aware that probably no girl likes to hear that the guy she was making a move on was still hung up on another girl. Dead or alive.
“Oh. Oh, shit!” she breathed out as she fully realized what I just told her. “That ... I’m so sorry.”
I nodded, still unsure what to reply whenever I received condolences over Tess.
“Look, the thing is ... since she died, I ... didn’t really think about getting into another relationship. But, that thing you offered, about us seeing where it leads us. I would ... like that.”
Her eyes grew big when I finished speaking, and a brilliant smile spread on her face.
“Say, Tim, is there any way for me to cuddle up to you without you screaming in pain?” she asked, still grinning.
“Uh ... yeah, sure. The leg is actually fine, most of the time. Weirdly enough, pressure doesn’t really hurt that much, as long as I don’t use the muscles in the thigh. It’s the collarbone that’s really annoying me, actually.”
She immediately crawled over to my left side, pushed herself under my arm to wrap it around herself, and then carefully pushed her leg onto mine, attentively watching me for any sign of displeasure that I was sure as hell not going to give her. When she had reached a position she liked, with her basically lying on my left side, she kissed me again.
“Well ... I don’t think I ever got a compliment like that. So, I’m the gal that might be able to cure grief. God, I’m awesome!” she said in obviously overplayed smug self-satisfaction that made me laugh.
“Possibly, yes.” I said, and kissed her again.
We spent the following hour watching our shows, before I noticed how high her thigh had ridden on my leg. She was now lightly rubbing it against my groin, and I felt my dick harden. I think she felt it too, because she immediately looked at me with a sultry grin, and we engaged in a passionate kiss as the pressure of her leg on my engorged member increased.
“You know,” she said through her ragged breath. “I still owe you from the Dare, don’t I?”
“Are you sure?”
“Damn, yes, I’m sure! I want you, Tim! But...” she glanced at my sling. “How?”
“Can you promise you won’t lean on my chest?” Her eyes showed doubt, which meant that, with my leg exploding in pain every time I tried to use the muscles in my thigh, basically all the positions for penetrative sex I knew were out of the question. “Alright. How about we repeat the dare with a little alteration?”
She liked that idea. Her clothes were gone faster than I could blink, and I marveled in her beauty.
“Damn! You really are beautiful, Mia.”
There it was again. That marvelous smile before she started pulling on my sweatpants and my dick sprang right at her face.
“Damn! So are you, Stud. And not as small as I was made to believe!” she exclaimed happily.
“Now, how about you swing your leg over me, so I can get to work, hmm?”
I did not have to tell her twice! We actually found a position that worked with my injuries. I was lying on my back, with my head propped up on a pillow. When she threw her leg over my torso, she automatically presented me with a perfect view of her already glistening pussylips before she slowly slid backwards. With her body scooted back until her knees were next to my shoulders, all she had to do was lean back a little and she would be smothering me with her folds. I felt my dick jump a little before she grabbed it as she giggled.
“Let’s see who is better, shall we, Stud?”
And with that, she lowered her head onto my cock while simultaneously leaning her ass back. I absolutely feasted on her. First I tried dragging my tongue over her labia, and already heard her moan. Then I started nibbling and licking her inner lips, and that seemed to do the trick. She was so occupied with moaning, she had trouble keeping my dick in her mouth.
I remembered my discovery from the day we got together in her home, and slowly dragged my hand up her thigh, squeezed her asscheek on the way, and finally slid it underneath her. I let my nails slowly drag over her pelvis as I started nibbling on her clit, and that provoked an unbelievably cute squeaking noise out of her. Finally, I let my hand slide down her pelvis until my fingertips were close to my mouth, removed my lips from her clit, and massaged it with my fingers instead. The way she wiggled her butt in my face told me that she enjoyed a little teasing. But I wasn’t planning on teasing her for too long.
I removed my hand from her clit, slid it over her ass to reach for her dripping opening, and pushed two fingers inside it. She moaned loudly before her mouth threatened to rip the skin off my dick. I turned my hand so my palm would point down. Then I shoved my two fingers as deep into her as possible, and she let out a lustful scream around my cock. That morphed into a symphony of moaning when I moved my fingers in a scissor motion inside her while kissing her inner thighs.