Page 23 of From Us, Forever

He withdrew the fingers as fast as he shoved them into me. My eyes flew open, and I groaned at the loss of him.

I watched wide-eyed as he dipped the same fingers inside his mouth. “Tasty,” he said, smirking.

“Please,” I whispered, holding his gaze.

His hand lowered once again, this time sweeping over my breasts, pinching my nipples hard before he descended between my thighs.

He stroked and gathered all my wetness from my folds before he rammed them back inside my pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips swaying to meet his rhythm.

“You’re so perfect. Just like that. Ride my fingers,” he said, keeping his unrelenting pace before he tried to add another finger inside.

I froze, my hooded eyes glancing at him. “Jay, it’s too much,” I moaned.

“You can take it. Your pussy will stretch for me, Evelyn.” He pressed a line of kisses along my jaw.

I groaned as my walls clenched around his three fingers as he drove into me so hard and fast, over and over again.

The pleasure flowed through my blood, blinding my vision, and as soon as his thumb pressed over my sensitive clit, I burst out. The orgasm rattled my body as I screamed his name.

Every inch of my body was languid from the pleasure he gave me.

My eyes almost drooped closed when he lifted me off the couch, turning off the TV as he padded upstairs.

A sudden sharp jolt of pain sliced through my knee now that the high of the hormones slowly drained from my blood.

I grimaced, wiggling my feet, but that only made the pain worsen.

I shouldn’t have been on my knees that long.

“Is it your knee?” Jay’s concerned eyes reached mine.

“Hmm,” I mumbled, drawing in deep breaths. The pain was becoming unbearable.

“Here.” He carefully laid me down on our bed, sliding a mountain of pillows to support my back. “I’ll go bring you some ice,” he said, darting out of the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth as pangs of agonizing ache burned through my leg. I rarely got an episode like this. I must have strained it a lot recently and was finally facing the consequences of it.

Jay entered the room with a huge ice pack in his hands, which he wrapped a clean, soft towel around and placed on my knee.

The immediate chill seeped through my skin, fading a bit of the pain.

I watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. The faint sound of the opening and closing of the cabinet leaked into the room.

“Aren’t these the pills you take?” He cocked a brow, waving the familiar yellow container that had my prescription.

“Yes,” I confirmed.

He handed me two pills, which I washed away with some water before lying flat on the bed.

“Is there anything I can do?” He looked worried as he took a seat by my side. The amber light from the bed lamp cast a glow on his face.

“Nothing more than this.”

He sighed, lines etching his forehead. “I researched a bit about it. They say pain after a major surgery is expected, but plenty of remedies are available today. I found a good clinic in the city. They are the best at dealing with post-op recovery. Why don’t I take you there?”

My eyes remained fixed on a part of the jagged scar peeking from the ice pack. My heart tugged at the thought of him worrying about me. But seeing private doctors and seeking treatment would probably cost a lot.

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