I'll Be Your Superman

Selena Kitt Singles 1

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 5,040
1 Ratings (3.0)

Evan, a paraplegic, knows that his wife wants more than he can give her, and he’s determined to find a way to fulfill her secret wish...

I'll Be Your Superman
1 Ratings (3.0)

I'll Be Your Superman

Selena Kitt Singles 1

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 5,040
1 Ratings (3.0)
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Donna, Dark Diva Reviews, 4.5/5 DIVAS

"… when you are disabled and deeply in love with your spouse, the name of the game is creative and consensual adaptation. This short story is about the adaptation, the consent and the deep love… this is a sweet love story that I am happy to have read. I hope you will enjoy it, too."

Ana, The Romance Studio, 5/5 HEARTS

"It was nice to read erotica about a loving couple who want please each other. The sex is hot and very detailed… if you are into reading erotica this is a great story to read"

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“He wants you.” His hand moved over her hip under the covers.

“So?” She turned toward him in the dark. “You’re saying because Ben wants me he should get to have me?”

“And you want him.”

There was a long silence before she slid over and put her head on his shoulder. “Why do you think so?”

“I know you.” Evan stroked her hair. “I’ve seen you look at him…the way you are around him. You do that little laugh with him.”

“I have a laugh?”

“Yeah, it’s the ‘You’re so funny, I wish you’d fuck me now’ laugh.”

She snorted. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do,” he countered. “You want him, he wants you…and I want to watch.”

“Why?” She shook her head.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Let’s just say I want to live vicariously.”

She sighed and kissed his shoulder. “Aren’t you worried?”

“About what?”

“What if I fall in love with Ben? Or Ben falls in love with me?”

He kissed the top of her head. “You already love each other. That’s the point.”

“What if I decide to leave?” she mock-threatened.

It was his turn to snort. “Baby, if you were going to leave, you’d have done it three years ago, when I went all Christopher Reeves on you.”

She rolled her eyes. “So you’re Superman now?”

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane—no, wait, it’s a wheelchair!”

She shoved him with her hip. “Besides, Christopher Reeve was a quadriplegic, you idiot. And he…well, I heard they had a baby together, after his accident.”

“I know.” He sighed. “His parts worked, even if he couldn’t feel a damned thing—mine don’t. Luck of the draw, babe.”

“Evan, I love you,” she said. “Doing this makes no sense.”

“Yes, it does,” he argued. “And you know it.”

“I’m perfectly satisfied, you know.” She pressed her breasts against his side. “You do have a tongue, remember?”

“Yes.” He chuckled. “And I’m rather talented with it, if I do say so myself.”

“I don’t know,” she purred, slipping her leg up over him. “Let’s try it out again, just to be sure.”

He cradled her ass as she slid up his chest. “Only if you say yes.”

“To what? Sex with Ben?” She reached down and spread her lips open.

“Yes.” He pushed her fingers out of the way to explore for himself, up and down her slit. Her hands moved to her breasts, playing with her nipples.

“And what if I’m perfectly happy with my Amazing Vegetable Tongue-o-Matic?”

He laughed. “You’re such a bitch.” He reached up and twisted her nipples, making her squeal.

“I want you, not Ben.” Her voice was quiet.

“You can’t really have me.” He slid a finger up inside of her. “That’s kind of the problem.”

She made a noise deep in her throat as he started to finger her. “Oh, shut up and lick me.”

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