I don't know what I expected when he took off his prosthetic leg, all I know is what was running through my mind. Harrison is more than man. More than a mountain man. More than a hero. He is a warrior. He knows what it means to fight for something.

And god, that thought makes me wet. "I want you so badly," I moan, as we inch to the head of the bed. I unhook my bra, wanting his hands to run over my breasts. I lean over him, my fingers hooking on the waistband of his boxers, and I ease them off as his palms roll over my breasts. There is an ache at my core that only he can satisfy, and I run my hand over his long, thick shaft. Now he’s finally exposed, I can see it in all its glory.

Long and thick and so damn big. My lips widen, desperate to taste him, to feel him in my mouth.

"Hannah," he growls, as I scoot down on the bed, wanting to take my husband-to-be in my mouth.

"What?" I ask.

"When you touch me, it feels..."

"What?" I ask, a smile blooming across my lips.

"It makes me feel really fucking good."

I laugh. "Good. But I just remembered. I promised you a lap dance." Twisting my lips, I pull myself up to sit, running my finger over his chiseled body. "How about we both enjoy a little taste to start us off?"

I'm not exactly a woman with a large sexual repertoire, but I do know what we would both enjoy right now.

I turn, offering him my ass, and I slide the silky panties off, then straddle him backward. "That feel okay?" I ask, dropping my pussy to his mouth.

"Oh fuck, Hannah, you kidding me right now?"

"Do you want me to be?" I ask, rolling his balls in my hand, watching as his thick cock grows a few inches.

"No. This is exactly what I want." Then he begins licking me, my pussy wet with pleasure as his tongue begins to explore my cunt.

I open my mouth, taking him in, sucking hard and knowing this is just the beginning. His cock is so thick, and I take him as deep as I can before I start to gag. He may be a virgin, but he knows how to lick my pussy like a pro.

He runs his tongue up and down my slit, causing shivers to run over my skin, then his tongue darts deeper inside my folds, and all I can do is moan in pleasure with his cock deep inside my mouth. I take him more--faster--knowing that what is happening right now is what I really need. What I really want.

I want him to come in my mouth. I want his salty seed to pour down my throat. And then I want to make him come all over again.

All night long, now and forever. I want him to know he is a real man. Heart, mind, body, and soul. And the fact that he doesn't have one of his legs doesn't mean he is any more or any less. He is mine.

"Oh, God, girl," he groans, his hands gripping my ass as I ride his mouth up and down, feel the come as it seeps from my swollen pussy. He is relentless as he mouth fucks me. His beard tickles me, sending shivers up and down my spine, making me feel like a woman. Making me want to be his wife.

I keep sucking him, and I run my hands over his tight balls, over his thighs, feeling where his right leg ends. And a massive rush of desire sweeps over me as I do. He has been through hell and back and yet somehow, I am here, on top of him, making him happy, making him smile and laugh and feel safe.

I don't deserve this. So much goodness. I'm just a girl who wants a man to love me. I'm not a hero; I'm just a regular person trying to pull herself up by her bootstraps each and every day.

As Harrison comes in my mouth, his thick cock throbbing as his release explodes between my lips, I'm overwhelmed with him. The man he is and the woman he makes me want to be. One night, that's all we've shared, yet I want to give him my lifetime. All of me.

I had small dreams and aspirations, sure, but as Harrison licks my cunt, sending an orgasm that starts at my toes and hits me straight in my heart, I feel new dreams emerging. Dreams that are maybe bigger than I have ever had before.

Dreams that start with hope. And end with hope. Dreams you can only have when you are safe enough to imagine a life with more.

Tears fill my eyes, and I run my hand up and down Harrison's shaft, relishing the sight of the tiny drop of come at the tip of his big cock. My body rolls with heat as I savor the way he touched me and explored me. The way he took my pussy so completely.

I turn around, wanting more; I haven’t had anything close to enough. I lean down, my lips on his, my sweet come lingering in his mouth, but I don't care. All I care about is his lips on mine, all I care about is kissing him. Every square inch of him. As his hands run down my back, holding my ass, I sit down against his shaft. He's already hard, stiff with need.

"You're making me crazy with desire," I tell him, moaning in pleasure.

A smile crosses his face and seeing it, makes me feel beautiful and wanted and alive.

"You're making me hot and horny," he teases. "All those years of waiting was for you. I was waiting for you, Hannah," he tells me. And I lift up, easing his hard cock inside my willing cunt. I sink down against him, his hands cupping my face, my mouth draws nearer to his. The moment is precious and still, I will treasure it for the rest of my life.

"How did I get so lucky?" I ask, not expecting an answer.

But his response catches me off guard, causes emotion to hitch in my throat, makes my body swell with gratitude.

"Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith to get what you want."

I ease myself down against him, his thickness filling me up so perfectly, so entirely. "Then I'm glad I jumped in head first."

I begin to rock my body against his, the sensation so deep and satisfying.

Harrison nods. "Me too, Hannah, me too."