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A week.
That’s how long Thalia had to wear the sling.
A wholeweekof strictly no sex.
As soon as the doctor took the sling off and I triple-checked that she was no longer in pain, we marched out of the hospital and sped across the city, heading home.
And as soon as we step inside the condo, I’m all over her.
“Too long. A week is too fucking long,omorfiá.” I tear the t-shirt off my back and work on Thalia’s summer dress so fast that the seams give out when I yank the zipper. “I’ll buy you a new one.” I twirl her around, ripping the rest of the fabric off her body until it falls to the floor in a heap of white and blue.
She spins on her heel and, without a moment’s hesitation, drops to her knees, yanking my jeans down and freeing my cock in one swift movement. That’s not what I had in mind. She took care of me with her mouth all week. It’s her pussy I need, but words catch in my throat when she cuffs the base of my cock with one hand and wraps those silky lips around the swollen head, licking the first drop of pre-cum as if she hadn’t tasted me in months.
“Fuck,” I rasp, but instead of helping her to her feet like I intended to, I hold her in place when she takes me in deeper.
I’m rendered speechless when she sucks, her cheeks hollow, hooded eyes looking up to me. How the hell did I get so lucky? I can see she loves the control she has while her hand pumps in sync with her lips, and I’m at her mercy.
“Fuck,” I mutter again when my cock hits the back of her throat. “You’re so good at this. So good...”
I wrap her locks around my wrist, but once the orgasm builds at the base of my spine, I pull on her hair, silently asking her to stop.
But she’s not done.
She claws at my thigh, twisting her hand as she strokes my length, twirling her tongue over the tip before sliding her lips as far down as she can.
“Thalia,” I warn, but my resistance dies down the closer to the edge I get. She doesn’t stop and doesn’t let me pull her up. “Shit,” I growl, spilling into that perfect hot mouth, holding her head to keep her in place for a few intense moments.
She releases my cock with a pop, and I bend down, lift her up and carry her to bed. I don’t throw her as I usually do. Her shoulder will take longer to heal than a week, and I still need to be careful with how I handle her for a while.
I cover her body with mine, capturing her lips in a long, deep kiss. “You’ll pay for making me come before I had a chance to feelyoucome on my cock.”
She bites the inside of her cheek, weaving her hands through my hair. “Don’t pretend you’re upset.”
“Oh, I’m not upset,” I whisper, grazing my teeth on her neck, “but you might be unable to walk once I’m done with you tonight. I need half an hour of recoup time. Let’s check how many orgasms you can have in thirty minutes.”
“Is that supposed to be a punishment?” she chuckles, but not even ten seconds later, she gasps softly when I circle my thumb on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
“Treat it as you wish.” I move lower to twirl my tongue over her pebbled nipple.
It doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to come. Two, maybe three minutes before she stills, biting my lower lip when I try to swallow those erotic moans.
“One. Now, I need a taste,” I say, pushing her further up the bed. The first lick of my tongue has her fisting the sheets with a soft moan. Her hips buckle within minutes, and I slip a finger inside when she’s just about to come. “Two,” I utter, licking her dry. “There’s nothing I like more than seeing you come.”
We get to five before I’m ready, and the first deep, urgent thrust scoots Thalia up the bed. “I missed you so fucking much.” I hover above her, resting my weight on one elbow while the other hand holds onto her neck.
“I missed you too,” she whispers, the words like a breathless staccato when my thrusts gain pace, and her legs wrap around my waist. “Oh, God... punishment,” she mumbles a moment later. “Definitelypunishment.It’s too much, I—”
“It’s not too much. Let go.”
I close my mouth on her breast, tipping her over the edge again. She’s oversensitive, every orgasm easier to trigger, and I wonder if it’s possible to get her to ten.
“I love you,” she says, sinking into my lips when another orgasm vibrates through her body.
I’ll never get bored of hearing that. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”