When I rolled to my back and looked up at the ceiling, Pia straddled me. She finished unfastening the buttons on my shirt and slowly kissed her way from my lips down to my abdomen.
“Let me love you, Mylos. Trust me to love you.”
I knew what her words meant and, more importantly, what they didn’t. She wasn’t talking about our hearts; she was talking about her body and mine.
I slowly nodded my head—once. Just as slowly, Pia unfastened my trousers and eased them from my hips. When I tried to help, she pushed my hands away. “Let me love you, Mylos,” she repeated.
The way her eyes traveled the length of my body was as though every inch of my skin looked the same. I almost cried out with the anxiety of what she was putting me through, but was it warranted? Was she doing anything beyond “loving” me?
As she made her way back up my body, she stopped and licked the length of my shaft, and with that, I almost ejaculated. But she quickly moved, straddling me.
She raised her hips and positioned my cock at the source of her wetness. Slowly, so slowly I was in agony, she lowered herself until I was buried as deep inside her as I could get. Pia placed her hands on my torso and looked at me.
“You cannot deny how right this is, Mylos. There has been no one—there will be no one—whose body fits more perfectly with mine.” When she began to move, I grasped her hips with my hands, setting our rhythm.
Too soon, I fe
lt myself losing control. My eyes met hers, and in them, I saw her heat had risen to mine. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
The pace of our combined movement increased until I knew I couldn’t hold off any longer.
“Now, Pia, now!”
I closed my eyes then, so I could focus solely on how unbelievably perfect she felt.
With the movement of a cat, she stretched her body the length of mine. Her skin touching mine. No one, other than the doctors and Carson, had touched the left side of my body since I was taken to the burn unit in Germany, and yet, the tingling, restless feelings I anticipated, didn’t materialize. I wasn’t anxious to move away from her, or even cover myself.
Within what felt like mere minutes, Pia began to make her way back down my body. My cock sprung to life as she kissed my torso, under my belly button, but then instead of continuing where I expected her to, she shifted. Her tongue and lips began to love the length of my burn. Slowly, languidly, she studied the changes in my body since the last time we were skin to skin.
I rested my head against the pillow, never dreaming I would lie naked with anyone again. Not ever. Yet Pia made me feel like this was the most natural, perfect thing in the world.
Tears ran down my cheeks. “Thank you,” I whispered. Did she know that what I was thanking her for was showing me, proving to me, I was a whole man? A man who, truly, had a life worth living.
We spent the next three days in her hotel room, shutting out the rest of the world. The only human interaction we had was with the hotel staff who delivered sustenance by way of room service.
When Pia and I bathed together that first night, I showed her how to clean the areas that were still healing. Afterward, we applied the lotions and salves that would keep my skin properly moisturized.
After, each time we emerged from a bath or shower, she insisted I allow her to be the one to care for me. There were times I was so emotionally overwhelmed I couldn’t hold back my tears.
In the same way she cared for the outside of my body, she nurtured the inside with the softness of her words, her hands, her lips. I truly had no idea it was possible to feel as cared for as I did. As Pia made me feel.
The idea that our time together would soon come to an end, filled me with sadness.
We heard a knock. I wrapped myself in one of the robes the hotel supplied, and padded to the door in anticipation of dinner’s arrival.
Instead of room service, my sister stood on the other side. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said, thrusting my medicine pack at me. “Forgive me, Miles.”
“Wait,” I said when she began to walk away. I opened the pack, removed a single bottle, zipped it closed, and handed it back to her. There weren’t many pills in the bottle I chose. I’d picked it intentionally. “I’ll be in touch.”
Lily nodded. “If you need anything…”
I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. “Thank you, Lil.”
“I love you, Miles.”
I nodded and watched as she walked to the lift without looking back. I closed the door and turned to find Pia standing a few feet from me.
“I’m sorry,” she said.