We talked first….about nothing, really. His plans post-discharge, my favorite spots in the city for late-night eats. When I leaned in to check his pulse, he captured my wrist, pulling me into a kiss. Slow at first, lips parting, our tongues meeting. He cupped my face, then tangled his fingers in my ponytail, loosening it until my hair cascaded down.
I broke away, breathless. “We have to be careful.” But I was already straddling his lap, mindful of the cast, feeling his hardness press against me through our clothes.
“Careful is boring,” he said, nipping my lower lip. His hands worked my top open, buttons popping softly. No bra tonight…I'd skipped it, anticipating. He groaned at the sight of my bare breasts, heavy and full, n*****s hardening in the cool air. “f**k, you're perfect.”
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