She yawns and nuzzles into my chest before drifting back off to sleep.
I must have joined her at some point because the next thing I know I’m waking up to Freya grinding on my dick.
Sunlight streams in from a gap in the drapes but her eyes are still closed as she rolls her hips in circles against mine.
My cock throbs and I grunt, my hand squeezing her ass to hold her still. “If you don’t stop moving like that, Angel, you’re going to make me tear my stitches.”
Freya’s eyes fly open. “Jude.” She goes to pull off of me but I tighten my grip.
“Did I say you could get off?”
“But your stitches?” She shifts again, her core squeezing around me.
I smirk at her inability to keep still. “I think I like seeing you like this. All needy and desperate for me.”
She huffs. “Yeah well, it’s your fault. You stuck your dick in me while I was sleeping and then just left it there, what did you expect?”
I laugh. “You need a good fucking, babygirl?”
Freya whimpers. “I needyou, Jude.”
My heart flips. “You’ve got me. Always.” I slide my arm between us, scissoring my fingers around where we join before moving up to her clit.
Freya squirms again.
“I’ve got you, Angel. Now stay still and let me play.”
I roll my fingers in small circles over the tight bundle of nerves, watching Freya as she presses her forehead to my chest. The curves of her breasts rise with each breath, my touch shuddering through her body as she fights to stay still.
“Jude… please.”
“Come for me, Angel,” I whisper. “Let me feel your tight pussy squeeze my cock.”
Freya gasps at my words, her fingers twisting the bedsheets as she does exactly what I said.
She clamps down on my cock and I grunt, the feeling alone almost enough to have me spilling inside her. I grit my teeth and concentrate on holding it together as her aftershocks pulse around me.
It takes everything in me not to flip her onto her back and pound into her soft, sweet pussy, stitches be damned.
“Are you alright?” Freya asks.
“Just give me a second.” I close my eyes but when Freya starts to pull off of me, I hook my leg over hers and keep her pinned. “Don’t even think about it.”
She laughs. “We can’t stay like this forever.”
“Sure we can.”
She bites her lip. “I might like that.”
“Me too.”
“What time did you get home?”
“Just after 6AM.”
A cute wrinkle appears between her brows. “They discharged you before six?” Her frown turns stern. “Jude Elroy, should you still be in the hospital?”
I grin at her concern. “Relax, they were going to discharge me this afternoon anyway. I just couldn’t wait. Needed to see you.”