Page 64 of One Tough Love

“I’ll go get a yogurt from the refrigerator down the hall.” She told him. Wes didn’t let go of her wrist and he looked perturbed.

“Wes I’m not that hungry.”

“You need more.” He whispered hoarsely.

“Let's worry about you okay?”

Wes continued to look at her and she saw that he looked unhappy.

“Are you hurting Wes?”

Wes nodded yes.

“Why? Do you want me to get the nurse?”

Wes shook his head no. Wes signaled for her to lean closer to him so Jo wheeled the hospital table back from the bed and leaned in placing her hands carefully on either side of his head. Her face was inches from his and she scrutinized his face for some sign of what she could do to make him more comfortable.

“I want to take care of you.” He said as his hand feathered through her disheveled long hair.

Jo leaned down and kissed his lips so softly.

“Yeah I know this

is probably killing you right?” Wes nodded. “But Wes you need someone to help you right now and as long as you don’t mind, I want that person to be me.”

Wes pulled her back down for a gentle kiss. He released her and muttered. “Breath.”

“Are you having trouble breathing?” Jo asked worried.

“No bad.”

“Oh, bad breath?” She chuckled.

Wes nodded.

“Let’s brush your teeth then.”

Jo helped Wes brush his teeth and then got a washcloth and washed his face and part of his neck. She ran the warm wet cloth down his arms then his torso and when Jo saw the bulge that presented itself she chuckled. Wes smiled self-consciously. Jo glanced towards the open door then cupped his length with her other hand. Wes shut his eyes and moaned.

“I think I’ll take care of that for you big guy.”

Wes watched with hooded eyes as Jo gripped his shaft under the covers and worked her palm over him. Jo kept an eye out for anyone that might walk into the room as she moved up and down his hard member. She stopped stroking him and Wes groaned thinking she was done, but instead Jo reached into the bedside table and pulled out the small bottle of lotion poring some in her free hand.

Wes grinned at her and Jo felt a flutter clear to her womb with how sexy he looked at the moment. She kept the wash cloth in her other hand and steadfastly worked his rigid shaft aided by the slippery lubricant, using long firm strokes that ended in twists over his satiny head. Wes was clenching his teeth down to remain quiet. Jo watched him carefully worried that it would be too much for him.

"If this is hurting you Wes, tell me, okay?" Jo said softly as she continued to stroke him.

Wes touched her cheek affectionately. His hand was shaking slightly.

"It feels so good Jo." His voice was husky. He pressed upwards forcing his length through her closed fist provocatively.

Jo never took her eyes off his face. Her hand remained under the sheet working him into an intense bundle of heat. She felt him start to quiver and knew he was close so she picked up her pace and leaned in to kiss him. He pushed into her hand and shot cum into her palm that covered his soft dome shaped head. Wes sank into his pillow satisfied and spent. Jo wished she could photograph his face at that moment, loving the smile that he wore, to keep it with her forever.

She quickly used the damp washcloth to wipe his semen off her hand and his velvety dome, and then she left his side only to return with a fresh warm cloth. Jo washed his abdomen and then she ran the cloth around his softening cock, and moved downwards to clean his strong legs.

Wes couldn’t stop looking at her. She had just blown his mind. He wished he could reciprocate, but he knew he couldn’t. When Jo finished his impromptu sponge bath she sat down in the chair by his bed. Wes patted a space at his bedside, signaling for her to sit next to him, so she did.

“Thank you.” He smiled at her while he ran his hands over her face and through her hair.

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