I'll Take a Chance by Annalisa Nicole

and he is back in my face looking in my eyes.
    “It’s alright Amelia, you are safe with me. I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. Do you understand me?”
    I continue to look in his eyes just lost in the kindness and sincerity that I see. He must take this as a sign that I’m not ready.
    “Honey, I need you to answer me.”
    “I understand you,” I whisper and nod my head.
    With a nod he buries his face in my hair and kisses my neck then trails downward. He diverts just under my belly button and kisses over my hip bone. It sends wild shivers over my already hot skin. He runs his hands down my thighs and bends them at my knees on top of the mattress. He ever so slowly places his mouth on my happy place. Instantly I jump and he stops. He rubs my inner thighs and looks me in my eyes.
    “Relax , honey. Just relax your mind and your muscles and close your eyes,” he orders.
    I do as he says and try my hardest not to tense up. He’s back at my happy place and it doesn’t take long to start getting really happy. He rubs his fingers in just the right place which makes my legs move involuntarily. I’ve never had that happen or this feeling before and I’m a little embarrassed my legs are moving on their own.
    Kyle must not think it’s weird because he starts to moan like he is enjoying himself. I don’t know what is coming over me because I have never felt anything this strong. The next thing I know I’m screaming his name and coming so much harder than I have ever made my own self come. He continues licking and touching until I think I can’t take it anymore.
    O h my God, Kyle just made me come. I start laughing, because I’m so excited that I’m not broken or weird or deformed and a man can make me come, but Kyle is still going at it and I stop laughing and start panting as I come a second time. This one wasn’t as strong as the first, but holy crap. He looks in my eyes and tells me he will be right back. He kisses the inside of my thigh and gets off my bed.
    He steps in the bathroom and I can hear the sink turn on then off then he comes and positions himself over me like he’s doing a push up. He must have washed his face because it’s still a little wet. He leans down and ever so softly kisses me.
    “I have to get back to the hospital. I hate to leave you. This isn’t the way I would have ever planned on doing this. I’m glad it happened though. Amelia, you are so beautiful, and I could live the rest of my life doing that every day and I would die a happy man.”
    Oh.
    My.
    God.
    Where has he been all my life?
    “Are you OK?” h e asks me and lies on the side of me. His chest is warm, and he smells like outdoor woods. He reaches over and grabs a blanket at the end of the bed and covers me with it. If he gets any sweeter I may never let him leave.
    “I’m more than OK.” I kiss him and try to express my feelings through something as simple as a kiss.
    “I really need to get back. I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know about lunch. OK?”
    He gets off the bed , I stand and wrap the blanket around me and follow him back out into the family room. He picks up his scrub top and pulls it back on. He grabs the blanket where I have it knotted in my hand and pulls me close with a thud into his chest and kisses me. He runs his finger down my cheek then kisses me one more time.
    “I have to go , honey. I’ll call you in the morning. Get some sleep.”
    I open the door and watch him walk down the hallway. When he turns the corner it’s then that I realize, I’m standing in the hallway wrapped in only a blanket. Shutting the door I lean against it, I bring my fingers to my lips with a huge smile on my face and relief in my heart. I am a whole person. I’m not defective or deformed. Roger is an ass. I can’t believe I let what he said rip me apart like it did for so long. I’m mad at myself now for not pressing charges against him. He better hope I never see him again. I may be the one