"Take off your clothes."
Her throat bobs as she swallows. But she doesn't argue. Doesn't protest.
Her hands move to the hem of her tank top. She pulls it over her head in one motion. No bra underneath. Her breasts are perfect. Full. Nipples hard and begging to be touched.
I grip the armrests of my wheelchair. Force myself to stay still. To watch.
She hooks her thumbs in her shorts. Pushes them down along with her underwear. Steps out of them.
Naked.
Completely naked.
Standing in front of me like an offering.
"Come here."
She takes a step toward me.
"Turn around."
She pauses. "What?"
"Turn around. Back to me."
Understanding flickers across her face. Her cheeks flush. But she obeys. Turns until I'm staring at the curve of her spine. The swell of her ass. The dimples at the base of her back.
"Now sit."
She looks over her shoulder. "On your...?"
"On my lap." I reach down. Unzip my pants. Free myself. "On my cock."
Her breath catches. I see her throat work. See the way her thighs press together.
She backs toward me. Reaches behind her to grip my shoulders for balance. Her ass brushes against my thighs as she positions herself.
I grab her hips. Guide her down.
The tip of my cock presses against her entrance. She's soaked. Dripping. Ready.
But she's also tight. So fucking tight.
She sinks down an inch. Gasps. Stops.
"Take your time," I tell her. My voice comes out strained. Rough. "Let your body adjust."
She nods. Takes a breath. Sinks another inch.
I grit my teeth. The pressure is incredible. Her walls grip me like a vice. Like she's trying to milk me before I'm even fully inside her.
"Bruno—" Her voice breaks. "You're so?—"
"I know." I squeeze her hips. "Keep going."
She does. Slowly. Inch by inch. Her body stretches around me. Accommodates me. Takes me deeper.
When she finally bottoms out, we both groan.
