Another hurtle down between us. The minute he disappears, I deflate and choke on subs, I can’t release. He’s such a proud man; these set-backs are a kick to the gut. He’s been progressing well. Dear God, please don’t let this be a setback. This won’t be the last time this will happen, short of him wearing adult diapers. There’s no perfect science to regulating this type of thing. I return my attention to adding fresh padding and clean sheets. Once I hear the washer going, I turn on the shower, position his shower chair, and step out to see him rolling into the room. His shoulders are slumped, and his gaze is aimed at the ground, giving him a defeated air about him. I blink and notice he’s nude. His chest is more defined from our PT regimen. I w
ant to lick my way down his six pack, bury my fingers in his hair, and ride his cock. There’s been a question on how much the injury affected him sexually, but no time to explore.
“Come on, let’s get into the shower.” My voice is husky, and my hormones are raging.
He opens his mouth and I can already hear the protest. I pull the shirt over my head, and slip out of my boxer shorts, silencing him. His jaw drops, and his hazel gaze turns to molten lava. Gooseflesh covers my body. My nipples harden, and my center pulses. He hasn’t looked at me this way since the accident. I crook my finger.
“Come.”
He wheels into the bathroom and I step inside the shower to give him time to handle his catheter in private. I hear the sink run, and I know he’s washing his hands. A few moment later, he makes the shift from chair to the bath chair.
“Hi,” I whisper.
His lips quirk upward. “Hi.”
I grab the ocean body wash, squeeze a dollop into my hand and walk over to rub it over his body his eyelids lower to half-mast, and I lick my lips. “You’re so hot right now,” I whisper as I scrape my nails down his pecs. His muscles jerk and I bend to kiss his lips as I wash away the painful memory of what happened.
“Give me some of that expensive shit so I can return the favor.”
His gravelly voice makes me laugh. For a minute we’re just Jagger and Blanche happy to be together as we take turns cleaning each other off. Scrubbed clean, and warm from the spray, I move in for more kisses, he moans into my mouth and rubs his thumbs over my nipples. Tingles shoot through my body. He rolls the stiff peaks between his finger, and I whimper against his lips. He slips his tongue into my mouth and straddle his legs and lower into his lap. I gasp at the hardness press against my pussy. I suck his finger into my mouth, and he moans.
“Oh fuck.”
“You like that?”
“Shit yes.”
I continue to suck on him, treating his finger like I would his prick. He groans his approval as he tugs at my nipples. I run my hand up his chest and flick his nipple. He growls.
“So sensitive,” I whisper relearning the new erroneous zones of his body. “J?”
“Yes.”
“Look down,” I whisper.
He peers down between us and his breath hitches. “I’m hard.”
“Yes, you are.”
I suck his finger harder and tug at his nipple. He breathes harder.
“What are you waiting for, B? Ride your man’s cock.”
“Can you?”
“Feel it? Not the way I used to, but God, I feel something. It’s like the rest of my body has become a conduit to make up for it. Oh yeah, suck it like that.” He cups his base, and I sink down, whimpering as he fills me to the brim. I keep my feet planted as I move up and down, sucking and nibbling his fingers as I play with his nipples.
“Oh shit, it’s…it’s building.”
“Yes. Oh yes.” I move faster, so close to the edge.
He reaches between us and circles my clit. My pussy clamps down and I suck faster and tug his nipples harder. He lets out a roar that sends me over the edge. I shake as I come, hard. Exhausted, I slump against his shoulder.
“I thought I would never experience that with you again,” he admits.
“It was good?” I ask.
“Damn good, Blanche.” He slaps my ass, and I choke on a cry as my giggles turns to sobs.