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I kiss him again. More possessive. My lips locking on his and not letting go. My fingers wrap around his neck, and he winces as I press on the bad arm.
“Sorry.”
“Oh, baby, don’t say sorry. You're the best fucking medicine there is.”
His grip tightens on my waist, and I rock my hips against his cock beneath the towel. He groans, loud and feral, a mating call in the wild.
“Nicky…” His words trail off, and I place a finger over his lips.
“I’m looking after you.”
I wriggle from his lap, sliding my fingers into the waistband of his towel. I tug, and the white cotton falls open. His cock stands proud, hard, ready for me. My fingers trail between his thighs, prizing them apart, then I drop to my knees between his legs.
I take his cock in my hands, wrapping my fingers around the shaft before taking the tip in my mouth. He throws his head back, moaning loud.
“Quiet,” I mumble around his dick. “You’ll wake your son up, and we won’t get to the good part.” When I glance up, his eyes are closed, head back on the cushions. He resembles a Greek god laid out, ready to be ravished. And I plan to.
My fingers move to his thighs, and they tense beneath my touch. I go deeper, allowing his cock to slide down my throat. Another groan, another tense. He’s loving this.
“Fuck, Nic… I won’t last long if…” His nails dig into the sofa as if trying to hold himself together but failing. So I go deeper again, swirling my tongue around the tip as I pull away. He looksdown at me on my knees, between his legs, and smiles. “Get up here,” he orders. “That pretty pussy of yours needs to be fed.”
I rise slowly, standing at full height in front of him. I take the hem of the t-shirt and lift it over my head, discarding it at my feet. The small lace thong glides down my legs with his help, landing in a pool on the floor.
With one knee, then the other, I move to straddle him again. I guide his cock to where I need him most. I’m wet, ready for him. Lined up at my entrance, I lower myself slowly, letting him slide in—inch by perfect inch.
His eyes stay wide, locked on mine as my body opens for him, clenching the deeper he gets. I keep going until our bodies are flush. I place my palms on his chest, as his good hand takes hold again, encouraging my hips to move.
I ride him. Slow, steady, feeling every inch of him inside me. Our focus never breaks. I watch every emotion on his face. And I savor it.
“I’ve missed this,” he whispers.
“Me too.”
“No, I mean this is what we had years ago. In the beginning, when it was just us and our love. Before all the chaos.”
My hips keep working as he speaks. His breathing hitches as he moves closer to orgasm.
“We’ve always been chaos,” I say, between breaths.
“Our own perfect chaos.” He smiles. Genuine, happy, and a reflection of the younger, less ruthless man I fell in love with. He’s still in there.
I set the pace. Deep, unhurried, allowing myself to enjoy the rhythm and the slow build of pleasure in my core. My pussy clenches hard. Joel moans, his cock thick and unrelenting.
His free hand moves between us, his fingers finding my clit. I jerk with the unexpected contact. He massages in soft circles,teasing my orgasm from me as I fuck him. “Take it,” he snarls. “Ride my cock and take it.”
The pleasure builds fast. I push harder, and even injured, he meets me thrust for thrust. My toes curl as I reach the peak. My body convulses and greedy fingers grab my waist, squeezing hard.
“Take what you want. Milk my cock for every last drop.”
I push harder. Bouncing now in his lap as my body rips apart. I shudder, another clench, and he lets go. Deep inside, his cock jerks as he gives me what I want ? all of him.
I lean forward, palms slick on his chest. We kiss, deep, necessary, and the beginning of making up for the time we missed?years lost through pain and crime.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Perfect.”
“You did a good job looking after me,” he teases, wincing again as he sits straighter.
