I brush my lips over Lowell’s, and when he doesn’t stir, I decide not to wake him. Yawning, I look at the clock and notice it’s midnight. My stomach rumbles loudly, reminding me I didn’t get to eat earlier. I’m starving, but my stomach won’t let me go back to sleep until I feed it.
Slipping from the bed, I put on my robe and head to the kitchen. Lev keeps the fridge packed with yummy things to eat. After pouring a glass of water, I open the fridge to look for a snack.
Mmm...pie.
Pulling out a dark chocolate and caramel cream cheese pie, I cut a slice and prop myself up on the bar stool to eat.
Silky smooth decadence explodes on my tongue. Damn, that man creates perfection. I savor each bite as a myriad of thoughts run through my head.
I wonder how Sarah’s night went? If I know her, she’s a well-satisfied woman tonight. She might not be able to walk tomorrow, but meh, walking’s overrated.
Can’t say I’m doing too bad myself as I think about the last two hours with Lowell.
Hmm...huh.
I slide the last piece of pie in my mouth, my tongue licking every bit from the fork.
“I’ve never envied a fork in my life until now.” A smooth voice wraps around me.
Startled, I swing around to watch Thayer enter the room. Puzzled, I tilt my head as I consider his wheelchair. I didn’t hear any whirring.
He taps the arm. “Manual.”
“Why did you switch?”
“Because you flinched whenever you heard me coming. Even after being around me for the last few months, it still bothered you.”
Knowing he’s right, I can’t help feeling relieved at the change. “It’s more work for you, though.”
“My doctor felt it would be fine now, given my recent results.”
He rolls further into the kitchen, and I almost fall off the barstool. Wearing only a pair of black shorts, all I see is miles of golden skin. My heart stops before I realize he’s actually wearing a brief pair of shorts. And do I mean brief. I allow my eyes to travel over every inch of him, cataloguing the slightest detail. He’s beautiful. His chest is broad, tapering down to lean but muscular abs. Although his legs look a bit slim right now, surprisingly, they’ve retained quite a bit of muscle.
Lean muscles ripple and biceps bulge with effort as he maneuvers the wheelchair up to me. Given that he’s also covered in a slight sheen, I guess he’s been working out.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I won’t be responsible for the consequences,” he rasps, shifting his body. “Especially with you wearing that very brief, very sexy robe that’s doing a piss poor job of covering you.”
Registering his words, I look down to find he’s right. Wiggling, I try to pull it down to cover me, but it ends up gaping open at the top and flashing Thayer. I hear him groan.
“Love, stop wiggling, you’re killing me.” His hand motions to his lap.
My eyes drift down to his lap, his hard cock peeking out of the top of his shorts. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I ponder what he looks like. Is he long? Thick? I wonder how he tastes? While I’m contemplating his cock, his hand reaches into his shorts and pulls it out. Sucking my bottom lip in, I almost whimper at the sight.
Mesmerized, I watch as he gives it a long stroke. “Do you like what you see?” His voice is gruff as he waits for my reply.
“Yes,” I whisper. “You’re beautiful.” My hands twitch to touch him. I need it like the air I’m barely breathing.
Widening his legs, he gives his cock a few more strokes. “Love, I need to see you, too. Open your robe.”
My fingers untie the belt, without a second’s thought. I’m so caught up in watching him, I can’t bear for him to stop. His hand squeezes the base hard when he gets a glimpse of my body.
“Shit, this might be quicker than I want. You’re gorgeous, love. I want to touch and lick every inch of you. Starting with those gorgeous breasts and ending with a feast on that sweet pussy.” He groans as he strokes harder. “Beautiful, so fucking beautiful.” His fist glides to the top of the head, captures the bead of moisture, and then with a flick of his wrist strokes down his shaft. His breath is harsh as he works his cock.
Setting a foot on the side rungs of the barstool, I open wide. Using my fingers, I spread myself even further so he can see how wet I am. With my other hand, I stroke up and down my slit before sliding in two fingers. Moaning, I hold still, waiting for his command.
“Fuck, that’s it. Oh, to be in that sweet, wet pussy. Show me how you want me to fuck you.”
His hand is moving rapidly now as he gets closer to coming. My fingers mimic his movements, thrusting in and out. My body tightens as I near the peak. Although I’m close, it’s almost mindless, as I’m focused on him. A sharp cry escapes as my orgasm comes on suddenly. Bowing slightly, I lock eyes with Thayer as the waves roll through me.
