Over the next couple of weeks, Anna was hard on Bruce for doing anything himself. She insisted on waiting on him hand and foot to avoid his moving too much to reopen wounds. In one instance he got frustrated with her, but she still insisted. He took care of her so many times but this time it was her turn, no matter what he said or did.
On week five of his recovery, the doctor came to visit Bruce at Paradise. He was a paying member after all.
“Well, it looks like you’ve had a good home nurse,” the doctor said winking at Anna before lookinf at the wound, the stitches still present.
“I haven’t let him do much moving other than going to the bathroom or into bed.” Anna said with a smile.
“Good,” the doctor replied, “that’s what he needed.”
“So, what’s the verdict, doc?” Bruce asked. He was hoping he would be cleared early. He needed to be able to take Anna. He needed to fuck her good and hard until they both couldn’t move.
“Well, I think we can pull these stitches out of you today. Which means you’ll be cleared in a couple days to start physical therapy.”
Anna beamed and started to feel her heart beat faster when she heard those words.
Cleared. He was cleared!
Bruce smiled and asked, “And sexual activity?”
“You may feel a little cramping, but you should be fine if you take it easy. Change your bandage often, keep the area clean, and in another week or two you’ll just have a scar to show for it.”
Anna bit her lip and met Bruce’s gaze. His eyes were aflame with desire for her which made her womanhood throb and dampen instantly. There was a time in her life when six weeks wouldn’t have seemed like a long time to go without sex. But that wasn’t her life anymore. She wasn’t that woman anymore.
Bruce didn’t take his eyes off of her while the doctor removed his stitches. He didn’t wince. He barely blinked. He was in a trance of pure lust where pain did not exist.
As the doctor bandaged the area he gave a few final instructions.
“You’ll likely still need to use the cane while the muscles continue to heal,” he said.
“Uh huh,” Bruce answered, not taking his eyes off Anna.
“It is still quite likely the cane will be a permanent fixture for the rest of your life,” the doctor continued.
“Sure,” Bruce said.
The doctor sighed. He could tell neither of them was listening. He slapped Bruce across the face.
Bruce’s eyes filled with anger until he saw the doctor laughing.
“Just a few more minutes, Bruce,” the doctor chuckled. “Then you two can be at each other like I watched you do on your deck last summer. Well, maybe not quite like that.”
Anna instantly began blushing at knowing the doctor was in the crowd the first time Bruce took her ass. But the memory only intensifies her desire. She feels every beat of her heart in her pussy. She can’t bite her lip hard enough. She wants him inside of her and nothing else seems to matter.
“Now Bruce, don’t overdue it,” the doctor warns. “Your leg is not at full strength and won’t be for some time.”
Bruce nods.
The doctor finishes putting away his supplies, stands, and heads to the door. “So probably count on having her be on top for the next week at least,” he chuckles as he heads out.
For a moment Bruce and Anna just stare at each other. Silent. The air thick with sexual tension.
“Anna,” Bruce says, breaking the silence.
“Yes?” Anna responds, not moving.
“Can you do me a favor?” he continues.
“Uh huh,” Anna nods.
“Can you come over here? I’d really love to have my cock down your throat,” he says, casually.
Anna feels like she could cum just from him touching her. His words send lightning through her body. A small, not quite orgasm hovers around her very being. She has never wanted anyone, anything this badly before.
“Now,” he growls at her.
On already wobbly legs, she heads over to him, a smile beaming from her face as she sheds her clothing. He’s removed his shorts.
He lets out a massive moan as she wraps her hand around his shaft. She starts to stroke him slowly. The lack of activity has left him exceedingly sensitive. He begins to throb in her hand almost immediately. She doesn’t say a word. Just stares in his eyes and smiles. Stroking him with an easy rhythm.
He pulls her body to his and kisses her. Again and again he presses his lips to hers. Her body begins trembling from a combination of excitement and arousal.
He looks into her eyes and whispers, “Please.”
Anna’s breath is heavy from the moment her hands touch his cock. She missed it’s warmth and its size. She had brought herself to orgasm imagining how it feels thrusting in and out of her, but now… Now the imagining was becoming reality.
She melted against his frame as he kissed her, her hands weaving their way into his hair, her pussy throbbing and needing attention, but she knew Bruce needed it more. She could only imagine how badly he needed to cum.
She met his gaze and as he whispered please, she felt her heart flutter. Never once has he asked or said please for her to do something. Maybe it was the love between them, maybe it was them realizing that their relationship, while starting a bit unconventionally, isn’t always orders and submission.
Anna kissed his lips once more then whispered, “Yes… Anything… Bruce…”
She began to kiss down his body, pulling his shirt over his head as she did. She savored his scent and taste as her lips and tongue trailed over every muscle and inch of his skin. She was going to worship him now, make him feel the best he’s ever felt.
When she got to his hips she trailed her fingers over his thighs before kissing them both, nibbling his pelvis, her tongue swirling and teasing. Then, as she knelt between his feet, she met his eyes again and slowly, ever so slowly, wrapped her lips around his tip and sucked.
“Oh fuck…” Bruce groaned, his body tensing, he never realized how long six weeks was until her perfect mouth began to work over him.
Anna moaned and began to bob her head slowly, her tongue finding its way as she went. Her fingers massaging his balls, heavy and full of his cum. She intended to have every single hole filled by him, she craved it more than anything. She craved being his slut again.
Her sucks became more intense and before too long she had popped her lips from him and began to suck his balls, pulling one, and then the other into her mouth. Her pussy was on fire, and her thighs were sticky, she would be completely soaked by the time he touched her.
“Bruce… Are you ready?” She asked playfully.
“Anna… Are… FUCK!”
Before Bruce could finish his sentence Anna pushed his entire length into her throat and moaned, her vocal cords vibrating against his tip. She met his eyes again and winked before picking up speed and fucking him with her throat, her fingers now raking across his thighs and to his balls, tugging gently and massaging
Bruce remembers having his first conscious orgasm when he was 12 years old. There had been thousands more since then.
Nothing has ever felt like this. He can’t move. He can’t speak. All he can do is feel. Feel everything she is doing to him. He didn’t know it would be like this. That his body would be this sensitive to her every touch. He’s never gone this long without cumming. He’s never wanted anyone this badly. The combination of the two has him wildly swinging back and forth between mind blowing pleasure and intense agony. It felt so good it hurt.
He tries to reach out to touch her but he can’t move. He can only lay there and experience every sensation she wants to give him. He throbs inside her throat. His balls contracting and releasing. He could cum at any second. It’s all her decision.
Anna continues to fuck him with her throat, savoring the feeling of being able to give him everything she has. Her nipples are now hard, and as she moves to keep him in her throat, he can feel their hardness against his thighs.
She met his gaze again and she knew he needed release. As much as she wanted to make this last for him, she knew he must be in agony. She moved her hands and began to stroke his shaft as her mouth came up, setting a perfect stroking rhythm to allow him to release his cum inside her.
Bruce could feel everything. Every muscle. Every vein. Every inch of himself preparing to explode into her mouth. Overwhelming pleasure mixing with bursts of unbelievable pain. He tries to cry out but his body is pushing all energy into his cock. His head so swollen it feels like it might pop right off. His balls moving faster, preparing to empty. His heartbeat desperately trying to communicate with her by throbbing his cock in her sweet mouth.
Then, all at once, it’s over. His body pushes six weeks of pain, frustration, anger, sadness, all pent up emotions out of his cock, absorbing them all in a hot, thick, gooey load into the back of his lover’s throat.
He lets out a sound that Anna has never heard him make before. It’s his usual roar of completion mixed with a higher, pained tone. Jet after jet of cum shoots into her. Any other woman would have choked or had to let some go.
But not her. No way. She wasn’t letting a drop go. No, she earned this. It belongs to her. He belongs to her.
Finally his cock stops twitching. Anna takes it’s length slowly back into her mouth and out again. Once. Twice. Making sure she leaves him perfectly clean. Then she pops her mouth off of him and smiles.
“Anything else I can do for you, sir?” she says, her pride evident.
Bruce pulls her body down on top of his own, his chest still heaving.
“I…” he starts.
“Yes?” Anna says with a giggle.
“I love you,” he says breathlessly.
“I love you too, sir,” she giggles.
“I also think,” he says, getting a little more breath, “that you should go to the market. And stock up.”
“Stock up?” she asks.
“Yes. Stock up,” he says, then puts his hand against her face. “Because when you get back, we aren’t leaving this house, this room, this bed until I can make you cum like you just made me.”
He kisses her and whispers, “And I am going to take my time, Anna. Hours. Days. Weeks if I have to. Nothing but fucking you how you deserve.”
Anna felt herself tingle from head to toe the way Bruce spoke to her. Her body melted against him and she returned his kiss with want and desire. She wanted whatever he wanted, and if taking his time was what he wanted, then that’s what was going to happen.
“Well… Then I should get dressed and run out then shouldn’t I?” She winked and threw on a simple t-shirt dress and flats, not bothering to throw on panties or her bra. She made sure he saw, so he could take her as soon as she walked through the door.
“I’ll be back…” She whispered kissing him again.
Anna quickly walked to the market just outside of Paradise’s gates and grabbed a few bottles of sports drink and water, some fresh fruit, a jar of honey, some bread, a few rolls of salami and fresh cheeses, and some other small items they could snack on between the numerous orgasms she was sure they would both be having.
When she returned, she opened the door and went straight to the kitchen, where she put things away, bending over to open the fridge.
She was about to stand and then around but she felt Bruce’s hands on her ass reaching around to her front, before pushing her to stand, her back against him, his fingers pulling up the hem of her dress.
“Anna…” He whispered in her ear, before kissing her neck.
Anna moaned softly, she hadn’t cum since that night where she brought herself to orgasm in the doorway, so she was already about to burst.
“Bruce.. take me… Please…”
He pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. He let out a small moan in her ear as his hands touched her skin. He kissed her ears. Her neck. Her shoulders. His hands running over her breasts. Her stomach her hips. Rubbing. Squeezing. Pinching. He was savoring every inch of her. And she was more than happy to let him.
He stumbled slightly, grabbing onto her to keep from falling. He wasn’t using his cane like the doctor told him to. Anna didn’t have the heart to scold him in this moment.
He steadied himself and turned her around. Closing the refrigerator door then pressing her back against its cool surface. He pressed his lips to hers. She welcomed his tongue against her own. Twisting and tangling, speaking their own language.
His hands kept moving. Pinching her nipples. Squeezing her ass. Massaging her hips. Preparing her body for more intense passions.
He crouched slightly to take her left nipple into his mouth. He stumbles again. He grabs her. This time it is not enough. He falls to the kitchen floor, taking her with him. Her body lands on top of his. He groans slightly then did something he almost never did during their sexual exploits.
He smiled. A massive grin crosses his bearded face and he begins to laugh. Laughing so hard it bounces both of their bodies.
“I guess I need a little work yet,” he says, still chuckling. “But this will work too.” He puts his arms around her and starts kissing her again.
Suddenly, he rolls himself on top of her, her legs reflexively wrapping around him. She feels his hardening cock rubbing against her already wet lips as he kisses, nibbles, and sucks his way around her upper body. The cool of the floor tile feels good against her back as he continues to raise her temperature.
He kisses her neck, down her collar bone, over her breasts, down her stomach, traveling down, down, ever closer to where she wants him. He breathes hot against her pussy before raising his eyes to meet hers.
“May I?” he asks, grinning again.
Anna’s entire body tingles with every touch. She moans and pushes her body against him, not caring about his leg in that moment.
“Bruce…” She moans as his kisses trail down her skin, she can’t possibly stop him from doing what he wants to do to her… With her.
His breath on her womanhood makes her moan and bite her lip, her nipples raising to a point, her fingers finding them, punching and pulling.
She looks to his gaze and smiles at him, “Bruce.. you never need to ask permission.. but in this case…”
She snakes her fingers into his hair and pushes his face towards her pussy.
He moans as she pushes his head down. He flicks his tongue up and down her slit. Parting her lips with his tongue he laps hungrily at her clit, taking long, slow licks across it with the full length of his tongue. Massaging her inner thighs with his thumbs, he takes her swelling pearl between his lips, sucking gently. Then harder. Harder. Flashing the tip of his tongue across its smooth service.
He moans and grunts and growls, more vocal than he had ever been in the dozens of times he has gone down on her before. Anna grips his hair harder, which elicits a growl and a more forceful tonguing.
She pulls his hair again again and he presses one thick finger against her hole, slowly sliding it inside of her. Groaning at how tightly she squeezes even just one finger. He works the finger in and out, making sure every inch is suitably wet before adding a second.
He slows his pace as Anna lets out a small, pained whimper. She’s even tighter than when he first took her in his office. The lack of activity, the stress, everything has tightened her to an impressive extent.
“Oh God, Anna,” he moans. “You’ve gotten so tight. Am I even going to fit in there anymore?” he smirks, showing he’s joking.
She grabs his hair and pulls his face to hers. “If it doesn’t, you’re going to make it fit,” she says, staring into his eyes, showing she’s not joking.
Anna kissed his lips, moaning at her taste on him. She needed him, more than ever before. Her body crying out for sex. She was needier than she had ever been. She kissed him again and rolled him beneath her. Her wetness rubbing up and down his shaft.
She kissed down his jawline to his ear, where she whimpered and moaned, “Feel how wet I am… My body craves you so much..”
Anna had never felt this need for him, that their bodies were now moving and touching as they desired. They were equals in this moment, no submission needed.
She moved her body and looked down at Bruce, his gaze looking up at her face, her thighs on either side of his head.
“Oh… Anna.. what a view you give me…” He wraps his arms around her thighs, his eyes flicker and he grins.
“Too bad I won’t be able to see you cum from this angle…”
Bruce winked and then pulled Anna to his mouth where she moaned loudly, her hands going to his hair again, feeling his tongue push it’s way inside her. She screamed in delight. She hadn’t really ever ridden his face before, and why the fuck hadn’t she?
“BRUCE!” She panted as he kept going, his tongue exploring, his lips sucking her pearl.
“This may have to be a regular occurrence….” She moaned her hips now grinding down on him.
He moans again and again against her sex, savoring her flavor, finding it sweeter the deeper his tongue delved into her. As she grinds against his face, he wraps his arms tighter around her thighs, allowing him to reach further inside of her than he’d ever tasted before.
Anna watches as his cock grows harder, thicker, throbbing in front of her. She leans forward to grab it, but he yanks back on her hips.
“No,” he says, between licks. “Not yet.”
“But Bruce…” her voice trails off.
“I said not yet,” he responds calmly. He seems her leaning forward has changed his angle.
“Don’t move,” he whispers.
Before she can ask, Anna finds out why. His tongue circles her ass hole before pushing inside. Then he removes his tongue, slowly slides his thumb in, and gently rocks her back onto his face to wrap his lips around her clit again.
“OH!” Anna moans before gasping, her ass hadn’t been touched in over a month and a half. She groans as she sits herself on his thumb and she grinds her clit harder against him. Her hands brace themselves on his chest and her thighs tremble against him.
He has her. And she can’t stop it.
She gasps and grinds, her orgasm welling up inside of her. She can’t resist and as his tongue flicks over her clit again and again, it happens.
Her thighs clench and her head rolls back, her sighs and moans echo off of the kitchen walls, her orgasm sending her into a state of ecstacy she has never felt. While this wasn’t the most intense orgasm, it was one that felt different, like whatever happened between them in the past few weeks has changed them. They weren’t drawing orgasms from each other because it was an order, this was because they wanted to make each other feel so good they can’t help but make the other cum over and over again.
Bruce makes her ride her wave of pleasure out before Anna lifts herself from his face and looks down at him, giggling, biting her lip again.
“Well then, Bruce… I’m not sure whose won round one…” She winks and then kisses his lips gently, helping him to his feet, before wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this challenge you’ve set for yourself… How can you possibly make me cum as hard as I made you?” she winks, running her fingers over his chest.
“Well did you have an out of body experience?” he chuckles.
“Not quite,” she says, sticking her tongue out.
“Well, I guess we keep trying then,” he winks. He takes her hand and wraps it around his still rigid member. “Maybe try something with this?”
Anna bites her lip and nods, starting to stroke him again. She can’t help herself.
“Did you want to take a break or just…” he stops speaking as she gets up and starts walking, pulling him along with her by his cock. Still stroking, leading him by it.
She leads him to the bedroom and pushes him onto the bed. She straddles him and holds the throbbing head of his cock against her soaked lips.
“Doctors orders,” she says with a smile before slowly lowering herself onto him. Gently taking more of him inside as she feels her pussy stretch around his girth.
Anna whimpers slightly the more his cock stretches her around his girth.
“Fuck…” Anna moans her eyes rolling back in her head slightly.
“Oh… Anna you feel so fucking good…” Bruce moans in response to her hips settling down all the way.
Anna leans forward and kisses his lips gently and starts to bounce her hips gently, up and down. Her wetness easing the process, her arousal slowly growing.
“I. Fucking. Missed. Your. Cock.” Anna said between kisses. Bruce has never seen her like this, completely and utterly addicted in this way. Her desire only grows with his own. His hands go to her ass, and he smacks both cheeks at the same time, eliciting a moan of delight from his lover.
“More…” She begs, her hips beginning to bounce faster.
Bruce complies and smacks her ass again before rolling himself on top of her. His own hips now fucking in and out.
“I… Fuck…” He growls before picking up speed.
Their bodies were intertwined, his lips found her neck and collarbone.
Their bodies fell into an unspoken rhythm, her hips rolling up to meet him with every thrust, drawing back when he pulls out for deeper, more intense penetration.
“Anna,” he gasps. “It has never been like this. It has never felt like this. I… I…”
She puts a finger to his lips and whispers, “I know, Bruce. Fucking God do I know.”
She grabs his hands and begins squeezing her breasts with them. She senses something in him she has never seen before.
He’s nervous. He’s holding back. She smiles.
“Bruce…” she whispers.
“Uh huh…” he grunts, focusing on his rhythm.
“Bruce, look at me.”
He locks his eyes on her.
“Nobody knows my body better than you,” she whispers. “Nobody has ever touched me the way you have. This body belongs to you.”
She squeezes her pussy around him. Pulsing on his cock.
“That’s your pussy,” she whispers. “It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”
She pulses him again and it pushes him over the edge. He cries out and his cum explodes deep inside of her. She wraps her legs around him, making sure he leaves every drop deep inside of her. When he stops cumming, she lets him go.
“I guess I’m a little rusty,” he says, chuckling but clearly embarrassed. “Six weeks is a long time. And my God are you fucking tight right now.”
She rolls next to him and kisses him, smiling.
“I guess that means we’ll have to keep trying until you’re back up to speed, sir,” she kisses him again and lays on his chest, the first of what she hopes will be many of his loads, starting to leak out of her.
The pair lay together for a few moments, Anna’s head resting on his chest, stroking his pecs and through his chest hair. His heart was beating fast, and she listened as it slowed, regulated, and then set a soft rhythm in her ears.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Bruce… I don’t want you to be embarrassed…”
Anna propped herself up on her elbow and looked at his face, he was pondering and quiet.
“You don’t need to prove yourself to me, you don’t need to be so hard on yourself for not being at some porn star level.”
She kissed his cheek and neck and continued, running her hands through his hair.
“I love you. And you have me forever. We have nothing but time right now.”
“Anna…” Bruce said after a few more moments of silence, rolling on his side to look at her.
“I’m just embarrassed I’m not lasting longer for you… You deserve the world, you deserve to be worshipped in my bed, by me. You’ve made me a better man, and I can never repay you for that.”
Anna kissed his lips and stroked his cheek, whispering, “I won’t hold your not lasting very long right now against you. Nor will I ever, that just wouldn’t be fair.”
She rolled out of bed and brought each of them a glass of water and some strawberries.
“Let’s just enjoy right now, enjoy each other, if you feel you need to make it up to me, then we have plenty of time for that.”
She held out a strawberry for him and she giggled as his tongue and lips sucked her fingers as he bit down on it.
“I love you, Bruce. Never ever forget that, I’ll love you through thick and thin. I’m never going to leave you, and I will never think badly of you.”
“Can we… I mean… I…” Bruce starts and stops his thought again and again.
“Just say it, Bruce,” Anna reassures him. “I promise, it’s okay.”
“It’s just frustrating to not be able to make my body do what I want it to do,” he grumbles. “I can’t even fuck the love of my life properly because of this” he gestures at his bandaged leg “And it’s my fault I have this.”
“Bruce, I can guarantee any woman would be perfectly happy with how you just fucked me,” Anna says.
“But I can do better,” he says, his frustration growing. “I know it. You know it. I have to do better.”
“Yes, I know you can,” she says, kissing his cheek gently. “And I know you will. You’re still healing. It’s going to take time. And I am never going to be disappointed.”
“I just want to be the best for you. Especially after everything I put you through with Carolina and Wyatt and Victor Salvatore,” he says. “I have been so selfish. And I almost lost you because of it.”
He kisses her.
“I can’t lose you. I need to be better.”
“All you NEED to be is you. The man I love,” she says. “And in time you’ll be the man who fucks me until I can’t see straight. It will come back. I promise.”
Bruce is silent for a moment.
“Can we…” he trails off again. “Can we just wait a little bit to try again?” Bruce has never lacked for confidence in his life. This is new to him. He needs time to process.”
“Of course,” Anna says. “Whenever you’re ready, so am I.”
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