I straddle him carefully, mindful of his injury, and begin unbuttoning his shirt.
My fingers trace the edges of his bandage, then move downward to his pants.
He reaches for me, but I push his hands away. “If I’m going to heal you, you need to be still. Let me do this.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
I lean over, pressing my lips to his, soft at first, then deepening as his grip tightens.
My hands frame his face, holding him to me as though he might disappear again.
When I pull back, his eyes are filled with wild desire. I feel powerful knowing I can affect him this way.
"Let me show you.” I tug his pants and boxer briefs down. “How much I love you.”
His breath catches as I take control. I wrap my hand around his hard, long length and stroke slowly.
"Stay still," I order when he tries to reach for me. "Let me worship you for once." I trail kisses down his chest, careful of his bandages. His muscles tense beneath my lips, his breathing growing ragged as I move lower and lower.
"Katerina," he groans, his voice strained when I take him in my mouth. His fingers tangle in my hair, not controlling but steadying, like he needs the anchor.
I take my time, savoring his taste, the way his body responds to my touch.
The powerful Luca Dante, undone by my lips and hands.
“Fuck… yes…” He arches up, his head tilting back as he surrenders to me.
I pay attention to his breathing, to his dirty words, adjusting my speed and pressure to his growing need.
“Ride me,” he demands.
I resist, worrying I’ll hurt him, causing a setback in his recovery.
“God, I’m close… fuck me… Katerina… I need your sweet pussy.”
I’m unable to deny him what he needs. I quickly undress.
He watches me, his hand stroking himself as I do.
I find it wildly erotic and for a moment, I want to watch him pleasure himself.
“Fuck me,” he says again.
I straddle him, trying to be so careful of his wound. I take him in, and both of us let out a long sigh.
It’s like a healing, as my heart mends back together as our bodies and souls merge.
“Yes, baby… more…”
I grip his hands as I give free rein to my own needs and ride him. I rock back and forth. Rise up and then slide down.
“Luca.” His name escapes my lips as pleasure builds.
“Come, baby… come on my cock… oh, fuck… I’m coming…”
His hips rise to meet me as he arches back and lets out a feral groan.
I’m right there with him, as the sweetest sensations rock through my body, radiating out to my cells.
