He kisses my forehead. “You’ll be able to bathe on your own in three months.”
I chuckle through tears. Salvario has the oddest way of making me feel good. Unlike other members of my family and my therapists, he doesn’t say motivational things to me, he just states facts. The other day, when I was crying that I can’t play piano anymore, he said I’ll be able to play again in six months, and until then we can listen to my old records. His way works very effectively. His facts pull my focus to only one thing: my condition isn’t permanent, and it’s not the worst thing in the world.
“S-so will you not have s-sex with m-me for three m-months?”
He raises his brows. “How are they both even related?”
“You’ve become m-my nurse. You touch m-me all the time like it’s a chore.” I pout. “I think you don’t find m-me attractive anymore.”
He laughs. “You have no idea how utterly wrong you are.” He takes my hand and presses it to his pants. I feel the hardness of his bulge under my palm. “I got hard the moment I enteredand saw you naked.” He looks down at me. “I’ve been stopping myself from fucking you because I don’t want to come across as a creep who wants to fuck his patient wife.”
He isn’t my husband anymore, but that can’t stop him from calling me his wife.
“I won’t think of you as a creep,” I murmur, sliding my hand up and down his bulge. “Will you think of m-me as a creep for wanting to have s-sex while I’m s-s-sick?”
“You and ‘creep’ can’t exist in the same sentence. Even if you wanted me to fuck you over someone’s dead body, I’d just call it sweet.” His voice has turned hoarse.
I chuckle. “But I’d call you a creep if you wanted the s-same.”
He lifts me up and carries me to the bathtub. “That’ll just make me fuck you harder.”
I can already feel myself getting wet. Just the change in the notes of his voice is enough to work its magic.
He places me inside the tub, takes off my bra, and gives a brief squeeze to my breasts that makes me clench my thighs together. He turns on the water and then gets up to undress. I watch him take off each garment one by one without any hurry. Is he putting on a show to turn me on? Because it’s working. I’ve started to ache, and my pussy is swelling.
It’s been such a long time since I last saw him naked. I gulp, taking him in all at once—his rippling chest, the tight defined muscles of his abs, the hot V-line trailing down, his long thick dick, and those muscular thighs.My man is hot.
“Have your fill, baby, but make it quick. Ever since you said you want me to fuck you, I’ve been a little impatient to fill you.”
I bite the inside of my lower lip, holding back a grin. My face heats up. I move forward in the tub, making space for him to sit behind me.
He takes the invitation and comes inside, splashing water as his huge, bulky body settles behind me.
He pulls me close to him, making my ass roll over his thickness and releasing a groan in return.
He lifts my ass up and slowly enters me. I release a shaky moan as his thickness fills me, it’s a little painful, but so good.
“Finally,” he moans.
I let my head fall back on his shoulder when his hands reach my breasts. He pinches my nipples, groaning when I respond by clenching around him.
He doesn’t move inside me, just keeps me sitting on him.
“Why aren’t you m-moving?” I breathe.
“I have my nurse duties to fulfill right now,” he murmurs, kissing along my neck and kneading my breasts.
I’m already losing my mind with all the nipple stimulation.
He then leaves my breasts and takes the shower head, bringing it to me. He turns it on and runs water over my face and head. I close my eyes as warm water cascades over me. He washes my hair from the front, and when I move forward to give him access to the back of my head, we both moan together. I roll my ass a few more times, relishing the little friction, until he pulls me back and presses me against his chest.
“Don’t,” he groans. “Be a good girl and let me wash your hair.”
I nod, and the next second, I do what he asked me not to. I move again.
He throws the shower head aside and pushes me up. I groan in complaint. He then gets up, carry me out of the water, and with water dripping from both of us, he leaves the bathroom and heads to the bedroom.
He places me gently on the bed.
