Reluctant Rescue - Sex Stories

Reluctant Rescue

... might as well get used to me seeing you. Did you think I was kidding when I said I’m always going to love you? I’m going to love you every way possible. Now are you going to make this difficult for me?” He was astonished. He had never met anyone like this enchanting little pixie. She loved him. That thought made his heart race. He surrendered. “Thanks, Andrea. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” “No, don’t ever thank me, Laban. That’s the one thing I won’t accept from you. I’d be whoring in some crack house except for you. You can’t thank me. You can love me. That’s all I want from you,” her eyes filled with tears. That broke his heart. “Don’t cry, Andrea,” he whispered. “Come here.” He hugged her to him and petted her. She looked up at him and her eyes were almost green pools as tears filled them. She was impossible to resist. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. “You can do anything with me,” she whispered. He tilted her chin up and tasted her lips for the first time. She tasted like cinnamon and fruit and those puffy lips came alive against his. He caught the lower lip gently between his teeth and it stretched and popped back as she drew away. She pulled the covers down to his waist and began to soap his chest and belly. “God, you’re big,” she said. “I’ve never seen anyone with muscles like this. Well, maybe on TV or in a magazine. You’re perfect, Laban.” He laughed. “Well, maybe except that I have two huge scars.” “You have them for me,” she said quietly. “They’re precious to me.” ...

... She lifted his arms and washed his upper body thoroughly. She got his shaving kit and scraped off the stubble and trimmed his beard and mustache. She discarded the hospital gown and wet a new washcloth. She left his covers around his waist as her hand slipped underneath with the cloth. The covers slid down and he was exposed. She slid her gaze downward and gasped. She continued to wash and the feeling of the rough cloth caused him to grow. She rinsed off the soap and continued down his legs, cleaning him to his feet. When she finished she dried him with a towel and moved to his growing excitement. She discarded the towel and grasped him in her hands. She stroked him fully erect and it was his turn to gasp. Her hands looked tiny on him. Her fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around. She got a bottle of baby oil and rubbed it between her hands for a moment before returning to his erection. She stroked him with the slippery oil and he groaned at the incredible sensation. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “Yes, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Am I doing it right?” “You don’t know?” “No, I’ve never done it before. You have a big cock, Laban. That’s a little frightening. I’m not very big, you know.” The thoughts that her remarks conjured up nearly drove him over the edge. “You’re incredible, Andrea. Don’t stop.” The motion of her hands increased and she slid them up and down. She leaned down and he caught his breath in anticipation. She delayed the moment ...