“Yup,” Deacon said. “So, I figured I’d try to get up on my own. You deserve to sleep in a bed tonight rather than on this lumpy old couch.”
“I like the lumpy old couch. Especially with you on it.”
He grinned. “I know. Me too. But the bed will be better. For both of us. Can you spot me?”
“I can try,” I said, walking over to him and slipping under his right arm.
“Here we go, then,” he said and took a gingerly first step forward.
I helped him get across the room and into his bedroom, a path we had taken a few times in the last couple of days but with increasing independence each time. His legs were strong, and he didn’t have a problem walking, but his arm was still in pain if it moved too much, and his concussion sometimes left him very dizzy. A fall would be bad, but he was able to handle the walk for the most part with no issue.
Still, most of the time if it was just me there, he went to the bathroom in the hallway and back to the living room. He only went to the bathroom in his bedroom when Everett was there to help keep an eye on him and spot him in the mornings. Then he could get a shower and shave before coming back to sit on the couch with me and take the pain meds while we listened to music.
Deacon got into the room easily enough and sat down on the edge of the bed. From there, he needed to change clothes, which I was more than happy to help with. It was a delicate process to change his shirt, and I went through the complicated process of taking off his shirt and tossing it into the laundry. Next were his pants, and as I pulled them off, I saw that his cock was thick and hard underneath. I tried not to let my eyes fall over it, but when I tossed the pants into the laundry and stood up to get him sleeping pants, he reached forward and stopped me.
“These too,” he grumbled.
I felt a thrill run up my spine, and my breath hitched.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked.
Deacon nodded and grinned.
Biting my bottom lip, I knelt down and grabbed his waistband on both sides, pulling them down slowly. As his cock was unveiled, it bounced out, and my core grew hot and wet instantly. But he was hurt, and I had to remember that. I tossed the boxers away but didn’t get off my knees. Instead, I turned back to him and wrapped my fingers around his staff and looked up at him.
“You too,” he said, his voice stronger, more commanding than it had been in days.
I stroked him slowly while I pulled up my shirt with the other hand. He groaned with appreciation when my breasts sprung out of the tight tank top underneath. I only let go of him to remove it completely and toss it away. I could put it in the laundry basket later.
“Is this better?” I asked. “Or this?”
I bowed my head and took him into my mouth, letting my tongue slide underneath and across the ridges as I took him deep into my throat. One hand stroked him while I bobbed up and down on his head for a few moments before I took him out of my lips and ran my tongue up both the bottom, swirling around the head.
“Stand up,” he groaned above me. “Take off the rest.”
“Are you sure?” I asked as I obeyed, hooking my thumbs into my shorts. He nodded, and I slid my pants down, revealing my naked body to him for the first time in too long. Far too long.
Scooting back onto the bed, Deacon lay down, his cock stiff in the air. I climbed onto the bed toward him, and he pulled me toward his head. Gently, I moved my knees on either side of his neck, taking great care not to touch his hurt arm. But as gentle as I was, he was more insistent and hungrier for me.
Deacon’s powerful tongue slid through my folds and stroked my clit while his fingers slid inside me, brushing against the top walls with a knowledge of my body that even I didn’t feel like I had. A powerful, deep orgasm took control of my body, and I shook, my toes curling as I vibrated and held on to the bed frame.
When I gained a measure of control over myself, I slid down him, kissing his chest and stomach until I straddled him, and his cock slid through my folds. I sat down on him, and he plunged deep inside me, stretching me and making me feel like I was going to rip apart in ecstasy. I rocked my hips on him, riding him hard while the orgasm continued to roll through my body like powerful waves crashing into the beach.