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We stay like that for a moment, lost in each other’s embrace, seeking solace in the simple act of being together. And then, as if on cue, Jess breaks away from me and reaches for something in her bag.
“I brought something,” she says quietly, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. I raise an eyebrow in question as she pulls out a small silver vibrator from her bag, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She leans in closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispers, “I thought I could entertain you, take your mind off the pain.”
I can’t help but chuckle softly at her boldness. With a playful smile, I nod in agreement, giving her permission to proceed. Jess’s fingers deftly turn on the vibrator, a soft hum filling the air as she places it against her own body.
I watch with rapt attention as she closes her eyes, lost in the sensations that ripple through her.
Her movements are graceful and deliberate, a dance of intimacy and vulnerability that captivates me.
The way her body responds to the touch of the vibrator is like poetry in motion, a symphony of pleasure and release. She unzips her pants, slipping the toy inside her panties.
As she finds her rhythm, I feel a stirring within me, a primal desire awakened by the sight of her surrendering to ecstasy.
Her hips rock against my hand in time with the rhythm of the vibrator, creating a symphony that fills the room.
“Make yourself come,” I command her, my voice low and husky. “Let me see you come right here.”
I watch, mesmerized by the sight of her pleasure, the way her body relaxes into the sensations. I can’t help but touch myself, my own arousal growing as I watch her. I stroke my length, imagining it inside her, feeling the warmth of her body around me.
As Jess’s body tenses and she begins to moan softly, I know she is close. I increase the speed of my own hand, wanting to feel the same release as her. I want to share this moment with her, to be part of her pleasure.
With a guttural groan, Jess’s body jerks, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. She grips the vibrator tightly, her fingers digging into the cool silver surface as she rides out her climax.
In that moment, I feel the pain in my wounds recede even further, replaced by a surge of endorphins that courses through my veins.
My own release is imminent, and in our shared moment of intensity and vulnerability, I feel myself surrendering to the pleasure.
As Jess’s muscles relax once more and her breathing slows, I continue to stroke myself, my fingers moving in time with her aftershocks.
The sight of her pleasure, the sound of her gasping breaths, and the feel of her body responding to the vibrator all converge to push me closer to the edge.
She lowers her head to the tip of my cock. “Give it to me,” she says, opening her mouth wide.
With a low cry, I feel the release wash over me, my body trembling in the aftermath of my own orgasm. I spray onto her lips, her tongue, her chin.
She takes me into her mouth, catching the last drops as I collapse onto the bed beside her, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
The room is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old hospital bed beneath us. The sterile smell of the room seems to have transformed into something sweeter, a combination of our arousal and the clean scent of the sheets.
She looks over at me, her eyes soft and full of emotion. She reaches out and gently strokes my cheek, a reassuring smile playing on her lips.
“Did that help, my brave little soldier?” she whispers.
I nod, still catching my breath. “You’d make a good nurse,” I reply. “Perfect bedside manner.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
Jess
One week later…
The morning light spills through the windows, casting a soft glow across the room where Alessandro rests. I move about silently, ensuring everything he might need is within reach, watching over him with a tenderness that has deepened through our trials.
As I adjust the pillows behind him, ensuring his comfort, he captures my hand, his grasp gentle yet firm. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with the remnants of pain and fatigue.
The gratitude in his eyes speaks volumes, crossing the distance between us, a silent acknowledgment of the journey we’ve endured together. “I’ve been thinking about how everything changed when you walked into my life.”
I pause, turning to him, intrigued by the solemn tone in his voice. “What do you mean?”
