“Kat, I might hurt you,” I say.
She shakes her head. “Doctor said it’s fine. As long as I don’t try swinging from any chandeliers, and stop if there’s any pain. As I haven’t seen a chandelier, I’m taking it I’m safe.”
Before I can say anything, my cock is sinking into her silky depths.
I let out a sharp breath, her muscles squeezing me as her body stretches around me, welcoming me into its silky warmth.
“You feel so good,” she says, her head dropping back as I sink further into her body.
When I’m fully seated, Kat’s eyes once again meet mine.
She cups my face, her lips capturing mine. Her dress is spread out around us. “I’ve missed you. Missed this.”
“I need to see you,” I say against her lips.
She leans back and pulls her dress over her head, throwing it to one side. Her bra remains, along with a vertical red scar from her operation.
I unclip her bra, allowing her breasts to spill free. I lean forward, drawing one puckered nipple into my mouth.
Kat rocks on my cock. Her hands come up to clasp my head to her chest.
I torment one, before moving to the other.
Moving forward, I turn us until Kat is sitting on the sofa and I’m kneeling between her legs, keeping my weight off her stomach, I slide back between her silky lips, moving backwards and forwards, in and out, twisting my hips. I move slowly and gently. I know the doctor said six weeks, and we’re on the borderline.
The last thing I want is for Kat to have complications.
We go slow, savouring each other, each movement.
Pressure builds in my balls.
Kat’s muscles contract around me, and she lets out a gasp.
My balls tighten, and I drop my gaze, watching as my cock picks up pace, sliding in and out, glistening in the light, coated in Kat’s desire. I continue to move as my body shudders, releasing cum deep into her body.
When my orgasm subsides, I drop my forehead to hers.
“That was…”
My throat is tight.
She runs her fingers through my hair.
I withdraw slowly.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. That was beautiful and just what I, we needed.”
She cups my cheek, and I grab some tissues, cleaning her up.
“I need to get you some food,” I say, rocking back on my heels.
She smiles as I hand her her bra, panties, and dress.
As Kat gets changed, I move into the kitchen and begin preparing us some lunch, although it’s already mid-afternoon.
“This was the house?”
