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She’s completely limp, panting, her chest heaving with the exertion of pulling oxygen into her lungs.Fuck! Was that too much?

She’s only just recovered from Covid. I shouldn’t have made her come so hard. Why didn’t I ask Amrita about protocols for sex post-Covid? I’m an idiot.

“Whatever…put that…look on…your face…stop.” Penny smiles up at me and rests her hand on her chest while she catches her breath. “Go…get a condom.”

“No, I’m good,” I demur. It’s hard, but also the easiest no. Reality hits me like a bucket of cold water. I will not forget again that she is still on the mend.

“Bullshit.” Her sharp tone pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. “You touched me. I want to touch you too.”

She reaches for the button on my jeans and I bat her hands away. “You’re still recovering. You are literally gasping for air.”

“That’s right, because you just delivered an orgasm that took my breath away. I would like to return the favor.” She grips me through the thick denim and tugs, and I deliver the gasp she wants.

“But…”

She tucks a finger into my waistband and pulls me back on top of her. “Did you think you were the only one who missed this? I need to touch you. I want to feel again. I wish I could taste you. I need you, Dash.”

I turn my head to the side to absorb the truth in those words. She needs me. That’s a novel experience. Far be it from me to deny her what she wants. When I look back, she is waiting patiently.

“Do you trust me?” she asks.

“Yes.” That answer rolls off my tongue without a second thought.

“Then trust me to know my own mind and my body.”

I nod.

“Good, now go get that condom. I want you inside me for my next orgasm.”

I reach over the edge of the couch to rummage in my backpack for the foil packets I optimistically packed over a month ago. Penny keeps busy undoing my zipper and freeing my cock, so it takes longer than I want to find them. Finally, condom in hand, I straighten to find Penny on her knees. She pushes me back on the couch and takes me in her mouth.

The sudden shock of heat and pressure threaten to pull my orgasm immediately.Must. Not. Come.I gasp and clench my jaw as she pops her lips off me like a lollipop.

“Gasping already?” Penny teases. “We can’t have that.”

She wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and squeezes until they meet, trapping the blood inside my already swollen member. It throbs uncomfortably, but it does help beat back the urge. I force a few deep breaths, desperate to hold on until I get inside her, but it’s difficult when she is eyeing my cock like it’s candy on Halloween.

“You know, prolonging this stage of arousal is excellent for your health. All kinds of hormonal and circulatory benefits.” She says all of this while still eyeing my twitching cock.

“Are you telling me that edging is good for my heart?” I ask.

“Studies show—”

I cut her off with a kiss. Her voice in that tone, the brilliant engineer saying filthy things with authority, threatens to send me over. Another night I’ll take my time and let her play, but tonight I need her too much. “We’ll have to explore those health benefits another time.”

Scooting back, I quickly roll on the condom and surge forward, reversing our positions and pushing her back on the couch. The head of my cock unerringly finds her, wet and waiting, and she rocks her hips greedily, encouraging me. I am helpless to deny her anything. With slow, even pressure, I push inside her tight pussy and watch her eyes flutter closed.

“God, I missed this,” she moans. “You feel so good.”

“Worth the wait,” I murmur against her neck as I kiss and lick along the sensitive line to her shoulder that I remember makes her shiver, while I pump thickly inside her. Already primed, her second orgasm is not long in coming once I move my thumb to her clit, circling firmly. I chase her over the edge, my hips pistoning hard to keep pace. My release racks my body with wave after wave of pleasure as I try to give her everything. Anything to prove my worth. Hopefully enough that she’ll let me stay.

As we both come back down, Penny wraps her arms around my back and her legs around my waist, holding me in a full-body embrace.

And for the first time since I moved in, I feel at home on this couch.

Riding high on our renewed relationship, I get inspired to impress her. My editor has yet to pull me back onto gaming reviews, reasoning that pandemic tech content is more marketable right now. So I’m reviewing a new cooking app for an article, and treating Penny to a fancy meal at the same time.

The concept is great: they ship fresh food to the door, provide app-based cooking instructions and tutorials to guide any chef through the cooking process, and there’s a social component where users can share plate snaps, feedback, and substitutions.

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