She makes a sound low in her throat and kisses me deeper. Her hand rests over my heart, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.
We break apart, and we’re both breathing hard. She stays close, forehead pressed to mine, her eyes closed like she’s savoring this moment.
“What happened between us in my car was fucking hot,” I whisper.
Adora’s eyes light up, and a smile touches her lips. “It wasn’t too juvenile for you? You’re a man, not a teenager.”
“Adora, baby.” My lips whisper over hers. “Anything you give me is perfection. Your touch is everything to me. You’re mine. Only mine.”
Her fingers trail down my bandaged chest and caress my stomach. She touches the hard line of muscle by my hip, and then the waistband of my underwear. I watch her, barely daring to breathe.
With eyes sparking with curiosity, her hand dips below the blanket to trace the outline of my cock.
Her eyes widen, and she looks up in surprise.
I can’t help my grin. “What? I’m in bed with my woman. Of course I’m hard.”
Fighting her own smile, she pushes the blankets down so we can both see the unmistakable outline of my shaft against my tight boxer briefs.
“You’re also injured. Tortured within an inch of your life,” she points out.
“Even if I were dead, I’d still get a hard-on for you.”
She strokes me through the fabric, her touch tentative but curious, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me. Even that light pressure through my underwear is almost too much. My cock jerks under her palm, straining toward her touch.
“Would it hurt you if I touched you some more?” she asks.
“I think it would hurt me more if you didn’t,” I breathe.
There’s a wet spot where precum has already soaked through the fabric. Her eyes lock on it, and I watch her throat work as she swallows.
“You’re so big,” she whispers, almost to herself. Her fingers trace the length of me, from base to tip, and my hips buck involuntarily. “I can see every detail through this fabric. The head, the ridge, the veins… Would it hurt if I put my mouth on you?”
“Oh, God. I think I’d die, in the best possible way.”
Adora kisses me, and then she sits up and pulls her shirt up and over her head. Reaching behind herself, she unclasps her bra, and lets it slip from her shoulders.
I drink in the sight of her, then reach for her with my injured hands. I groan softly, carefully caressing her nipples with my thumbs, one of them bandaged, and enjoy the warm, heavy weight of her breasts.
Leaning over me, she kisses my jaw. “Stop me if it’s too much.”
Stop her? I’d sooner stop breathing.
Adora plants light, fluttering kisses all the way down my body, her lips cool and soft against my overheated skin. She’s careful to avoid my injuries, but even her gentlest touch sends sensation racing through me. I fist my wounded hands in the sheets to keep from reaching for her.
Hooking her slender fingers into my underwear, she drags them down and off my legs.
My cock springs free, hard and flushed dark with need. It juts up against my stomach, pulsing with my heartbeat. A bead of precum pearls at the slit, and I watch her stare at it with fascination.
“Touch me,” I urge. “Please, doe. I need your hands on me.”
She wraps her hand around my shaft, tentative at first, then firmer. The contact makes me hiss through my teeth. Her hand is so much smaller than mine, her fingers barely meeting around my girth. She strokes up, spreading the precum down my length, and the slide of her palm against my heated flesh is exquisite.
“So hard,” she murmurs. “And hot. I can feel you throbbing in my hand.”
I’ve been starving for this. For her hands, her lips, the whisper of her breath against my body.
“I want to take care of my man,” she whispers and leans down. Her breath ghosts over my cock, making it twitch, thenher tongue touches the base of my shaft. She drags it up slowly, tasting every inch, exploring me with fascinated concentration. When she reaches the head, she swirls her tongue around it, lapping up the precum that’s leaked out.
