because of this accident or that incident and I was going to be with him 24/7 from now on again, anyway. We were just taking it one day at a time.
Chapter Sixteen
Assisting him with his everyday chores was becoming increasingly harder for me to bear. It was downright torturous to help him change clothes and shower. When I only touched him my body got needy and tingly all over.
When I helped him shower I had to run my hands over his muscled chest and abdomen to soap him up. I felt heat run up my arms and down my whole body, pooling in my stomach. It didn't help either that he was watching my every movement with desire in his gaze. His obvious erection was another indicator that he enjoyed my touch immensely.
Day in and day out we repeated this torture. It seemed that one day he’d had enough. He completely ignored the bandages on his hands as he snatches me around the waist. I had just been running my hands up and down his flat washboard stomach when he startled me out of my reverie.
I let out a cry of surprise as the water hit me and I was pressed against his body. I was still fully clothed and getting soaked through. He didn’t seem to care that his bandages were getting soaked through right along with my clothes. I started to protest, but suddenly his mouth was crushed to mine and all the thoughts of sto p ping flew out the door .
He was the most skilled kisser and if he hadn’t held me I would have melted into a puddle at his feet. Heat pooled in my stomach and the juncture between my thighs was getting suspiciously tingly.
He ran his hands up and down my body. With every motion he got rid of more of my clothing until I stood completely naked before him. I gasped as our bodies touched skin to skin and he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue in.
Slowly he started making love to my mouth. I couldn’t hold back my moan of delight. He rubbed his thick erection against my belly and I moaned again. I could feel my folds become slick with need.
As if he could read my thought he let his hand wander downward and gently stroked me between my thighs. I could hear another throaty moan escaping my throat as he found the place where I ached most for him.
He rubbed his fingers gently over my nub and then through my folds. Now it was his turn to voice his pleasure. He groaned low in my ear as he slipped one finger inside my aching core.
“You’re so wet and tight . I could explode right now with just the feel of you squeezing my finger.”
His words made even more heat shot to my core in response. He slowly started moving his finger in and out of me, keeping up a steady rhythm.
My hands grew more frantic, stroking over his arms and shoulders and snaking around his neck to keep myself upright. He never moved his mouth away from mine as if he just couldn’t get enough drinking me in. I moved my hands into his hair to anchor myself and pull him even tighter to me.
The pace of his hand grew faster and faster. He added another finger and I felt so full, but I was still aching for more. With his thumb he started rubbing my throbbing nub again and I exploded all over his hand with a loud cry.
He drew out the pleasure, his fingers still moving inside me. When I was spent and sagged against him he slowly pulled them out and I felt instantly bereft.
He stroked my sides and back. Then he pulled his mouth away from mine and I followed, not wanting him to stop kissing me. He chuckled at my behavior and gave me another brief kiss on the lips. Then he moved his mouth over my jaw and down my throat. He kissed his way toward my breasts, circling around them, but not touching them.
“Please,” I begged him.
My nipples were already tight, hard peaks, begging for his attention. My breasts felt heavy and aching. I wanted his mouth on my nipples, sucking and licking them to his heart’s content.
He complied my choked plea and moved his lips over my nipples in a soft whisper of a kiss. He then took one into his mouth and sucked.
Chapter Sixteen
Assisting him with his everyday chores was becoming increasingly harder for me to bear. It was downright torturous to help him change clothes and shower. When I only touched him my body got needy and tingly all over.
When I helped him shower I had to run my hands over his muscled chest and abdomen to soap him up. I felt heat run up my arms and down my whole body, pooling in my stomach. It didn't help either that he was watching my every movement with desire in his gaze. His obvious erection was another indicator that he enjoyed my touch immensely.
Day in and day out we repeated this torture. It seemed that one day he’d had enough. He completely ignored the bandages on his hands as he snatches me around the waist. I had just been running my hands up and down his flat washboard stomach when he startled me out of my reverie.
I let out a cry of surprise as the water hit me and I was pressed against his body. I was still fully clothed and getting soaked through. He didn’t seem to care that his bandages were getting soaked through right along with my clothes. I started to protest, but suddenly his mouth was crushed to mine and all the thoughts of sto p ping flew out the door .
He was the most skilled kisser and if he hadn’t held me I would have melted into a puddle at his feet. Heat pooled in my stomach and the juncture between my thighs was getting suspiciously tingly.
He ran his hands up and down my body. With every motion he got rid of more of my clothing until I stood completely naked before him. I gasped as our bodies touched skin to skin and he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue in.
Slowly he started making love to my mouth. I couldn’t hold back my moan of delight. He rubbed his thick erection against my belly and I moaned again. I could feel my folds become slick with need.
As if he could read my thought he let his hand wander downward and gently stroked me between my thighs. I could hear another throaty moan escaping my throat as he found the place where I ached most for him.
He rubbed his fingers gently over my nub and then through my folds. Now it was his turn to voice his pleasure. He groaned low in my ear as he slipped one finger inside my aching core.
“You’re so wet and tight . I could explode right now with just the feel of you squeezing my finger.”
His words made even more heat shot to my core in response. He slowly started moving his finger in and out of me, keeping up a steady rhythm.
My hands grew more frantic, stroking over his arms and shoulders and snaking around his neck to keep myself upright. He never moved his mouth away from mine as if he just couldn’t get enough drinking me in. I moved my hands into his hair to anchor myself and pull him even tighter to me.
The pace of his hand grew faster and faster. He added another finger and I felt so full, but I was still aching for more. With his thumb he started rubbing my throbbing nub again and I exploded all over his hand with a loud cry.
He drew out the pleasure, his fingers still moving inside me. When I was spent and sagged against him he slowly pulled them out and I felt instantly bereft.
He stroked my sides and back. Then he pulled his mouth away from mine and I followed, not wanting him to stop kissing me. He chuckled at my behavior and gave me another brief kiss on the lips. Then he moved his mouth over my jaw and down my throat. He kissed his way toward my breasts, circling around them, but not touching them.
“Please,” I begged him.
My nipples were already tight, hard peaks, begging for his attention. My breasts felt heavy and aching. I wanted his mouth on my nipples, sucking and licking them to his heart’s content.
He complied my choked plea and moved his lips over my nipples in a soft whisper of a kiss. He then took one into his mouth and sucked.
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