Burning Sensation

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ sɪx

Okay, how do I act nonchalant about a boner I feel pressed against my lower back?

Fuck it.

I grind into it, feeling his hands tighten around my waist in a quiet warning, but the feel of his hard body behind mine is making me feral.

Valerio has been in the hospital for over three weeks because been though he had woken up from his coma almost a month ago, he'd needed extensive rehabilitation after months of inactive brain activity.

I've spent every moment here in this room with him when his parents or our friends aren't here to visit. Slept on this tiny bed with him because he doesn't want to let me go. But I know once he gets discharged today, the clingy attitude will reduce. He's been antsy. He's tired of being cooped up in this hospital room. He keeps talking about his work and I haven't even told him about my unemployment.

That's a topic for when we get home because right now, he's dry humping me, grinding his hard cock into my ass. It's been so long and I've been craving him.

He places his hand between my thighs and runs it up to cup my clothed pussy. I moan, wanting to feel him there. To feel him all over me. More than usual. I don't know if it's the fact that I've been stuck with him in this room for weeks and all we've done was kiss and make out. Or maybe it's the fact that I haven't even touched myself for almost nine months now.

His hands roam over my body before sliding up to my breasts, palming the right one. He pinches my nipple through the soft material of the shirt I'm wearing, causing a soft moan slip from my lips. "Valerio please."

"I know baby, I know." he murmurs, licking my neck before biting into it. "But I need to eat first."

My need to care for him overrules my lust and I still. "You're hungry?"

With no warning whatsoever, he tears off my flimsy boxers, turning us around so I'm straddling him.

"You're paying for that."

"You have my black card," he states, playing with my breasts. "Buy whatever you want with it."

I didn't even have time to react before he lifts me by waist, then dropping me on his face. I shoot up almost immediately, hovering over his face as I stare at him with wide eyes.

"Sit on my face." he commands, making a shiver run down my spine.

"But—" I pause, grabbing the bed railings. "How will you breathe?"

"That's my problem to deal with, tesoro." he rearranges himself, wetting his lips and I shiver. "so please, sit on my face."

"You're sick." I blurt. "We're literally in your hospital room about to have sex, we're both crazy."

"Now put that crazy pussy on my lips. I'm starving."

His hot breath warms my skin as I lower myself over his face.