Summary: Devon loves Raven enough to take care of her when she's hurting.
Keywords: MF, rom
Author: Chrysoberyl Rosewood
Title: The Broken Arm

The Broken Arm

(MF rom)

by Chrysoberyl Rosewood

May 2001 



Note From Chrys:

I sure the hell wish I had someone to do this for me. In fact, since I 
broke my arm (completely differently than Raven broke hers, though), 
all I've wanted is to be shaved THERE. But it's just not going to 
happen. I might just attempt to injure myself more tomorrow when I take 
a shower. I HATE HAIR. Anyway. That's sort of gross. 

But the story isn't. Enjoy. 

<3, Chrys 



The Story:

It had been a long day at the office. I was desperate to be home and 
lounging in front of the television, but no. It had to be some little 
old lady in a boat of a car, looking out from under the steering wheel. 
She pulled out in front of me, and although we weren't going very fast, 
somehow I managed to half-total my car and suffer from a broken arm. 

"Honey," I said to Devon at the hospital. "Remind me to take the keys 
away from my mother when she goes blind. I wouldn't want someone else 
to suffer the fate that I have just because there are those in the 
world who think it's proper for people past the age of 108 to be 
driving." 

He grinned at me and patted my leg as they wrapped my arm in a splint. 
"It could be worse, you know," he said. "Her only source of income 
could be social security. At least she's a fairly rich old lady who is 
going to fix our car." 

I rolled my eyes. 

***** 

"Dear, could you get that for me? I dropped it and I can't lean on my 
arm ..." I asked, peering over the side of the couch at the remote 
control. 

Devon looked at me for a second, then reached down and picked it up and 
handed it to. 

I began to happily flip through our cable channels. I was doing a lot 
more lounging now that my arm was broken in three places. The cast that 
it was wrapped up in made sure that my arm was bending in no direction, 
whether it be normal or not. 

Twenty minutes later, I was deeply engrossed in a rerun of The Fresh 
Prince of Bel-Air and I didn't even notice Devon standing at my elbow 
until he gently took the remote from me. "What?" I asked. "We can watch 
something else-" 

"No," he said, grinning. He flipped the TV off, then in one swift 
movement, he had swept me into his arms. "I have a better idea." 

Completely taken aback at this new turn of events, I laughed nervously. 
"Don't drop me, honey. We don't want any more doctor bills." 

His eyes glittered as he carried me up the stairs, smiling wanly and 
giving me a look. "Don't worry, Raven," he whispered. "Just relax." 

Shivers ran down my spine as I stared back into his eyes. He had 
something planned, I could tell. 

I leaned into his embrace as he continued to clump up the stairs. I 
felt his body moving underneath me as the muscles in his legs pulled us 
closer to the top. He then continued to our bedroom, pausing 
momentarily to flip the light switch in the hall off. Devon gently set 
me down on the bed, whispered, "Don't move," and disappeared. 

Smiling to myself, I looked around the dim room. I had been laid down 
gently on our large king sized bed. Devon had pulled our nightstands 
close to the bed and lit candles. They were giving a soft glow to the 
bedroom and caused flickering shadows to dance on the walls. 

Devon returned with a bundle. He set it down on the only available 
space on one of the nightstands and stood back to look at me. "I know 
you've been frustrated because you can't do things for yourself ever 
since last week's accident, so I thought I would show you how much I 
love you for doing something for you that you can't." 

I nodded, puzzled, and he said, "Just relax." 

I nodded again, and laid back on the pillows he had fluffed up 
underneath me. I watched him move around in the candlelight, and he 
came closer. 

"I'm going to undress you now," he whispered into my ear. His breath 
tickled and raised shivers along my spine. 

He started by gently sitting me up. He hooked his fingers underneath 
the bottom of my shirt. He carefully lifted it halfway up my chest, 
then took my broken and bandaged up arm and pulled it up from my body. 
He bunched my shirt, then slid my arm out through the arm hole 
carefully. He returned my arm to its place, nestling it against my body 
again, then his fingers stroked across my face as he pulled my shirt up 
and over my head. Finally, he pulled it off the other arm, and 
discarded it to the floor. His lips brushed my collarbone and I 
shivered again, and he stepped back. 

He moved in again encircled me with his arms. I looked into his strong 
blue eyes and moved in to kiss him, but he turned his head to the side, 
grinning. He unhooked my bra with a quiet snap, then pulled it away 
from my body. Up and around the oddly bent elbow one strap went, then 
the other came off and onto the floor went my bra. 

I sat naked as he drank the sight of me in. I lowered my head, feeling 
rather unattractive because of the silly looking bandage, but Devon 
raised my chin with his finger. "You're beautiful," he said, "and it 
only makes me love you more that you are partially helpless. It means I 
get to take care of you, something I want to do. It was part of our 
wedding vows and I cherish that." He kissed the top of my right breast, 
then the top of my left, and my skin burned with the feel of his lips. 
He then kissed my left nipple, then my right nipple, then moved back 
again. 

Devon gently slid my hips down the bed so that I was lying back against 
the pillows again. He softly undid the button on my jeans, then I heard 
the whisp of my zipper. With one hand, he coaxed me to raise my hips 
into the air, and with the other he slid my jeans down. Onto the floor 
with them. 

Devon moved close to me again and kissed my stomach. He hooked his 
fingers on both sides of my underwear, then pulled them down, never 
moving his face that was pressed against my belly. He gently licked my 
bellybutton and my center burned in anticipation. He made careful 
little kisses around my stomach, trailing up and then down. Finally he 
sat back and pulled my underwear off my body and threw it onto the 
floor. 

I was completely naked except for the bandages on my arm. 

Devon put his hand on my stomach and rubbed it softly. Burning trails 
followed his fingers as he traced a lazy pattern with his fingers, 
staring at me. "You're so gorgeous," he said. "Now, I know what you 
want right now," that elicited a grin from me, "but you've also been 
complaining about some for a couple days now. I want to help with 
that." 

Quizzically, I looked into his blue eyes, just wanting to lose myself 
in their depths while he made love to me. But apparently something 
better was coming, and I nodded. 

He stood up and walked over to his bundle on the nightstand. As I 
watched him, he pulled out lotion, a razor, a can of shaving gel, a 
small bowl of water, and a washcloth. 

"You told me how difficult it was to shave your legs, and how shaving 
anything else was a physical impossibility, at least until your arm can 
bend again. So I thought that I would do it for you." Devon's eyes, 
always smiling, made a lazy perusal up and down my body. I could almost 
feel physical contact, so deep was his gaze. 

Devon grabbed my ankles in his hands and scooted my body to the side. 
He laid down the large towel where I had been, then quickly moved me 
back. I giggled at the suddenness of his movements, and nestled back 
into the pillows. 

I watched as he squirted a bit of the gel into his left hand, then 
started slathering it into foam on my right leg. He spread it nicely 
and neatly over my entire bottom leg, then squirted some more in for my 
knee and upper leg. When my leg was completely covered in a thick layer 
of whiteness, he rinsed his hand in the bowl of water, and reached for 
the razor. 

I watched as the razor whispered over my flesh, tickling me as Devon 
stared at my leg. His movements were precise, making a stripe from my 
ankle all the way to my knee, then going back down to widen the stripe. 
When he had made it all the way around my lower leg, he rinsed the 
razor off and moved to my knee. His eyebrows knit in concentration, 
then he slowly swiped the razor over my knee. It became an extension of 
his hand and the softness and gentleness of it on my skin felt almost 
as though he was caressing my leg. 

He continued doing this, up to the juncture where my leg met my trunk 
on the outside. Then he rolled my leg so he could access my inner thigh 
and swiped it clear of the white foam. Devon then lifted my leg and 
razored back until my leg was completely devoid of foam or hair. 

Devon then dipped the washcloth into his bowl of water and wrung it 
out. He gently wiped my entire leg, making sure he got all the foam. 
Then he moved on to my second leg. 

As the same process took place, I just leaned back and closed my eyes, 
feeling the razor glide effortlessly over my skin and Devon gently 
touching me in different places. I was already wet with desire at the 
gentle caresses of Devon and the razor, and when he began to spread 
lotion on my legs after wiping all the excess gel, I was nearly 
purring. 

I opened my eyes when contact stopped suddenly, to see Devon grinning 
at me. "Now to my favorite part," he said, and I felt myself grow 
warmer. 

He rinsed the razor off and once again squeezed the washcloth clean of 
any foam. 

Devon then separated my legs, putting pillows on either side so that my 
legs could rest comfortably splayed, giving him easy access. 

He reached for the gel again and squeezed a bit into his hand. He set 
the bottle down, then gently began to spread it across my bikini line, 
which was beginning to grow in over a week's neglect. I sighed under 
his gentle caresses, and he whispered, "If you keep making those 
delightful noises, I won't be able to concentrate." His eyes danced up 
to mine for a moment, then back down to his work. 

He put one hand at the bottom to keep my skin taut, then began to shave 
me clean. After each swipe, he rinsed it in the bowl. "I don't want to 
nick your sensitive skin," he whispered again, and continued the 
process across the whole of my pubic area. 

When that was completely hairless, he once again took the washcloth and 
wiped the gel away. Teasing me, he stroked my left outer lip, lingered, 
then broke contact to rinse the washcloth again. 

Shortly after that, he was back again, squeezing gel onto his fingers. 
Pressing my leg down with his right hand, his left hand smeared the gel 
into a foam on my pussy lips. The gel tingled pleasantly against my 
skin and I sighed again. 

Devon rinsed his fingers, then reached for the razor. My pussy burned 
as his fingers moved closer, then they were upon me. He stretched my 
left lip taut, then ran the razor over it, clearing all gel and hair 
away. He broke contact and I moaned, wanting more of a touch, but 
knowing better than to squirm. His fingers were now between my right 
lips, stretching them taut, and the razor glided over my skin softly 
and erotically. Soon I was completely hairless, but burning in my 
center as the gel teased me with its gentle tingling sensation. 

"Oh, Devon," I sighed. 

I watched as he carefully rinsed his hands off, then rinsed the 
washcloth off. He was taking his sweet time, teasing me. I just watched 
his hands, as they moved over the nightstand, making sure everything 
was in its place, thinking about how they would feel on me. 

Devon picked up the washcloth, then moved back to wash the leftover gel 
off. He moved carefully over my lips, steering clear of my center, 
teasing me, taunting me, as I shifted underneath him. The material 
moved pleasantly against my skin, arousing my lips, and then he began 
to caress my inner lips. 

The washcloth material was bumpy against my skin and created a lovely 
friction. Around and around my center he moved, seeming to be careful 
to avoid any sensitive spots, teasing me as best he could. Then he 
gently, slowly, moved closer and closer to my clitoris and finally 
fingered it through the fabric. I watched, enraptured, drinking in the 
feeling. 

Devon then grabbed the washcloth by opposite corners, and laid it 
vertically on my stomach. With the cloth pulled tight between his 
hands, he pulled the washcloth over my stomach and across my clitoris, 
down towards my center. The cloth rubbed across my sensitive spots and 
I moaned and grasped a pillow with my unbroken arm. The sensation of 
the slightly rough washcloth caressing my clitoris was divine, and I 
pushed up against it. 

Devon brought the washcloth back for a second time, once again pulling 
it across my clitoris. I raised my hips to meet it, then lowered them, 
raised to meet it, then lowered them. He never broke contact, and I 
could see him watching me watch his erotic ministrations. 

Devon set the washcloth to the side of the bed and I watched as he 
brought his now naked fingers near my center. 

He pressed two gently against my clitoris, then used them to pull back 
my hood. He looked at it for a moment, then blew gently on it. My hips 
wiggled and I quieted them as the warm air caressed my body. He took 
his index finger and traced gently around my center. His finger soon 
became slick with my juices, which had been flowing since he lifted me 
up and out of the chair in a manly gesture that I don't get to see very 
often. 

Slowly he circled, then plunged one finger into me. He quickly pulled 
it out and moved it to my clit, which he fingered for a moment. 

Devon then traced a pattern up and away, up to my bellybutton. 

I looked into his eyes, and he stuck his tongue out at me, grinning. He 
moved in, and his tongue lighted on my now hairless pubic mound. He 
traced a circle around and around, then his long tongue glided down 
until it was caressing my clit. 

I jerked under the sudden contact, but he kept pressing, making small 
circles with his tongue. My vagina was clenching and unclenching, like 
a hungry little mouth wanting to be fed. His tongue circled my clit, 
then traced down between my inner and outer lips, then up the other 
side, then across my clit again. I pressed my knees against the bed, 
trying to spread myself wider to get him to enter me again. 

He made the same pattern again, but not going into my pussy. A third 
and a fourth time this happened. 

Finally I moaned his name. "Devon, please," I moaned. His fingers took 
over, tracing the same pattern that his tongue had while he answered 
me, "Please what?" 

"Please," I said. "Please." 

His eyes sparkled as we stared at one another. I writhed under his 
touch. 

"Please ... what?" he said again. 

"Please enter me," I moaned. "Please enter me!" 

"Enter you? Like this?" he asked, then plunged one finger into my 
pussy. I clamped down on it, bearing down on his index finger as though 
I was trying to squeeze the life out of it. My hips jerked again, and I 
moaned, "Yesssssss ..." 

"But," he said, mischeivously, "I don't think that's what you want 
exactly." He pulled his finger out and began to caress my clit with it, 
then made the circle of my nether regions again. He then licked my clit 
swiftly and came back up. "You," he said, "want something else. Don't 
you?" 

"Yes, I do," I moaned. 

"What do you want?" he asked. 

"I want," I said. "Your tongue. Inside me. Plesae." 

"Oh, right, ok," he said, "So you want me to do what?" 

"Mmph," I said, as he stroked my clit, then continued his circle back 
down and around my center. "I want you to-" 

"Yes?" 

"I want you to tongue fuck me. Oh, God, Devon, please, just tongue fuck 
me," I moaned, jerking my hips once again. 

He leaned down again, licking my clit and making little circles around 
it. Then he slid his tongue down, down, down, flattened it and then 
plunged it into me. 

I watched as he bobbed his head against my privates, and I felt his 
tongue sliding in and out of me. Slowly he stroked, in and out, and his 
fingers joined the rhythm on my clit. My whole body seemed to be 
humming as he tongue fucked me, moving in and out at an excruciatingly 
slow pace. 

"Oh, God, Devon," I said, "fuck me with your tongue, fuck me ... With 
your tongue, God, damn it, fuck me ..." 

I shivered as he pushed me ever so slowly higher and higher. But, "I 
need ... harder ... faster ..." 

Before I had even spoken, though, he knew what I wanted. He was 
withdrawing his tongue, and instead inserted two fingers into me. I 
squeezed against them, feeling their thickness inside of me as they 
slipped their way in and out. 

Devon's tongue was soon at work again, licking my clit. He sucked hard 
on the side of my leg momentarily, then returned to what he was doing. 
His fingers were joined by a third, then finally a fourth. I was being 
pressed open and apart, and I was moaning underneath his movements. 

"Oh, fuck me, Devon, yes," I sighed. His tongue never stopped its 
circles, only moving faster now. 

His fingers began to dive deeper, moving faster. The sensations were 
coming faster and harder now, and my whole body was beginning to feel 
it. 

Finally he was slamming his fingers in and out of me and I moaned his 
name. He pushed me higher and higher and my pussy squeezed hard against 
his fingers. My whole body began to shiver as orgasm overtook me. His 
tongue bore down on my clit, moving in little circles as I came, wave 
after wave of pleasure washing over me as I felt spread open against 
his hand. I moaned his name again as I kept coming, and he moved his 
tongue gently to the side to allow me the pleasure of orgasm without 
being too overstimulated. My whole body shook as I squeezed his 
fingers, seeming to pull them deeper inside of me until I was emitting 
a low keening. 

Finally, my orgasm subsided and Devon gently removed his fingers from 
inside me. He continued licking for a few minutes as my body shivered 
in the aftershocks of a marvelous orgasm. 

Soon he stepped back and pulled a blanket from the pile in the corner. 
He shook the blanket over top of me, covering me and blowing out most 
of the candles as it wafted downwards. Devon climbed into bed with me, 
and pulled my body against his. He leaned over and blew out the last 
candle, and we fell asleep in each others' arms. 

*****

Write me: ChrysRosewood@yahoo.com

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