“It all hurts all the time, but the worst is here,” He swept his hand towards his knee. “I had another surgery on it just a month past. They said I’d never have a normal gait again. The simple fact I can walk at all is being hailed as a miracle.”
I crawled around and laid on my stomach, facing him, and I reached across to delicately touch his leg just above the knee. “Will you let me heal you? Like you did for me? Let me love you and kiss away the pain?”
He gave me a weary nod, “Ahhh my Anna, I should have let you come to me sooner. If I’d not been so stubborn I might have recovered even quicker.”
I went to my knees again and then I slid off the bed and to his side. I began kissing his leg, trailing my tongue lightly over each and every scar or mark I could find. He stroked my head and trailed his fingers through my hair and when I leaned over and sucked in the head of his erection, his hips bucked and he jerked through his abdomen.
“No my love, I need to see your lovely face.” I looked up into his liquid amber eyes and he swallowed roughly, visibly shaken by my attention to his injuries and scars.
“I feared you would find me marred, imperfect. I feared you would reject me as less than I was before.”
I gave him an expression best described as, that would be inconceivable. “Omar, I love the inner you more than your exterior, and besides, now you have one of a kind marks. You are unique and different. I see these, and I see your courage and bravery and what you went through. I see what you are still suffering through, and it makes me love you even more.”
He swallowed again and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his neck, “You are truly a revelation Anna.”
He leaned down to my knelt position and pressed his forehead to mine, “You please me immensely Anna. You always have and I am so very proud to be your husband. Perhaps it is you that is the greater between us.”
I made a scoffing sound and pushed my lips to his, “I think when we are together, we are both more than we are alone. I like who I am when I’m with you. I like how you dominate me and I love how good it feels to surrender myself to you. I would do anything to please you, Omar, anything. I could endure any infliction if it meant pleasing you.”
He exhaled dramatically and then took my lips with his, passionately taking my mouth. It was as if he wished to enter my body through my mouth, and I replied with the same urgency. He drew me up into his lap and within the work of a moment, he was once again inside me. Deeply penetrating my body. His heartbeat thudded inside the very core of me, linking us as mine fluttered along against his much bigger, slower rhythm.
I rolled my hips and began slowly sliding him in and out of me so that the top of his erection skidded against the shelf of my center. His hands gripped my hips and then he held the top of my back and pulled my chest to his, smashing my breasts and taunt nipples up against the crisp hairs of his pectorals. He kissed my neck and held me as I continued to roll and undulate against him; roll, slide, moan, lift and sit, push and impale. Omar sat there and let me make love to him in a way that we’d never done, that he’d never allowed me to do, and it was good.
In a small way, it was his surrender to the situation and his unspoken confession that he needed this from me—that he was unable, but that in no way diminished our shared need for the other. I rubbed my tight nipples over his chest and I continued to service my king. His hands roamed my body and the sounds he made, mixed with my own sounds, were enough to bring me again to that precipice edge.
“Omar, command me. Please.” I said this in his language and the reaction it elicited from the man I was sitting upon was darn near orgasmic in itself.
His breaths stuttered from his chest as he stammered through trying to respond to my request, and also continue to breathe. He replied in Arabic, and I understood him. I obeyed my master’s command and I came in a liquid rush that soaked down around his hardness. He began to jerk inside me, and he gasped and shook and came. He stopped breathing entirely and his hips bucked violently as he continued to plunge deep inside my body.
When we were both finished, but still rattling with occasional aftershocks, he stroked my back and held me to his chest as if I were a small child. He stayed inside me, and I could feel everything as his penis slowly deflated. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” I muttered.
“Me too Princess. I shall endeavor that we may. You have hydrated me and rejuvenated my lonely soul. You are mine and I am yours.”
“Omar, I belong to you and you belong to me. You are mine.” I said this as I bit the side of his neck and he chuckled and nodded in agreement.
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