Reluctant Rescue - Sex Stories

Reluctant Rescue

... and he groaned and closed his eyes. He felt it, a feather light touch and he opened his eyes to see her little pointy tongue lick over the head of his member. She licked for a few moments and then her lips slid over the head and she took him in. The heat and moisture were incredible as she swirled her tongue just below the helmet. He arched up and exploded. She faltered for a moment, then continued to bob her head, swallowing rapidly as her lips worked over the head, polishing it as he continued to spurt. He began to relax and her motions slowed. She gave a final lick and suck. She allowed him to slip from her mouth and kissed her way up his body to his lips. They locked together for a long while. She pulled away and looked into his eyes with the midnight blue of her own. “Did I do good?” she asked. He sighed. “Baby, that was amazing! You’re amazing. Why did you do that, Andrea?” “Because I love you,” she said. “Because I could and because I knew it would make you happy. I can’t wait until you’re well enough to do more.” “No, me either,” he said. He crushed her against him, feeling her erect nipples through her pajamas. He winced in pain as her weight settled on him. She tried to draw back, but he held her too tightly. “It’s ok,” he said. “It’s worth it to feel you against me.” She helped him dress and took him for a walk. She pushed his IV pole and he moved gingerly down the hall and back. They sat in the waiting room and Cliff came in. He was joined by Gina and Sherry in a ...

... couple of minutes and they brought pastrami sandwiches from a deli. They sat together and watched a Dodgers game until visiting hours were over. When Cliff and the girls left, Andrea walked him back to their room. “Andrea,” he said. “Do you think you could lie in my bed for a little while?” “I don’t know, Laban. It’s not very big. I’d love to sleep with you though.” “We’ll just cuddle for a little while,” he said. “I want to feel you up.” She laughed. “Well, how can I resist that?” He got in and she spooned up against him, careful not to hurt him. He put her head on his arm and played with her hair. It was fascinating. He had never known anyone with hair so long and silky. He stroked her belly for a minute and then slid his hand under her pajama top. Her belly was ridged with muscle. She obviously worked out and her skin felt like satin. He slid his hand up, taking the hem of her shirt with it. His fingers felt the bottoms of the swells of her breasts. He cupped one in his palm and she gasped as his thumb scraped over her swollen nipple. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were full and firm, nearly hard mounds of femininity. Her nipples were tiny hard nubs about the size of a pencil eraser and they sat on large areola that covered the tips of her breasts. He pinched them gently and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan and push her butt back against him. He played for a few minutes and then slid his hand down over her belly and under the waistband ...