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“Oh!” I moan at the silky feel of his tongue. My body, wound tight with need for this man, comes apart faster than I expect. Wes doesn’t stop, adding a finger and then two and suckling my clit. “Shit,” I cry out, struggling to process all the pleasure. I take a few deep breaths so I can try to speak. “Need…you…”
Wes is there one moment and gone the next. I’m panting and doing what I can to not touch myself—I’ve done enough of that in the last seven years. My head falls to the side, and I see him digging around in his dresser. I see the condom and watch him tear it open on his return to the bed. Lowering his boxer briefs, I get my first non-medical look at his dick.
And what a glorious one it is.
Thick and veiny, it points toward me. Another night when my need for him isn’t this overwhelming, I plan on tasting him, teasing him and making him come, and giving him as much pleasure as he gave me.
“Who would have guessed not following doctor’s orders would bring you into my life?” he asks, hips cradled above mine.
Running my fingers over his temple and into his hair, I smile. “Your pain brought us happiness,” I say and chuckle.
“Now it’s time to bring us pleasure,” Wes says and pumps his hips until he’s fully seated.
Each stroke breaks down a barrier within me, healing me from the inside out, soothing my pain of loneliness. If I knew the night we met Wes would bring me such happiness and joy I would’ve welcomed him into my arms sooner.
My heart sings. I’m falling hard for Wes, but I know he’ll be there to catch me. I see it in his eyes, and his soul shines brighter with every spark of pleasure from our enjoined bodies.
