Physical Therapy

Her lips are novocaine. At their touch, a coolness spreads within you. The burning emotion that overpowered you such a short time ago sinks away into the back of your mind, replaced with something else. You kiss her back. Your lips intertwine, ardently searching for something. Anything.

She pushes you back against the couch, simultaneously sliding across your lap and straddling you. Where your tears soaked her chest, you can see the hard beads of her nipples protruding through her damp silk robe. Her lips meet yours again, and the sight dissipates. "It's okay, Lev. I'm here for you," she purrs into your mouth. Her tongue slides against yours, your lips parting with hers in union.

You feel yourself awaken. Blood rushes to your cock. It swiftly hardens, rising against your pants and pushing against Ana. Her lips break into a smile. "Seems like I'm doing a good job."

With one hand, she undoes her robe. It slides open, revealing her bare, athletic body. Her supple breasts, covered in goosebumps and dampness. Her thick nipples stand hard, waiting, glistening. Her hands drift to your pants, to your belt, your buttons, your underwear. They're pushed aside, and your cock springs free.

"Ana..." you moan, the feeling of her fingers on you acting as another anesthetic against your roiling emotions.

"Shh," she whispers. She lines the head of your cock up with her pussy, rubbing it along her wet slit for lubrication. "Oh my, Lev. It's huge." In one movement, she lines it up with her hole and eases herself onto it with a moan.

She is divine. Not as tight as Maria or as lithe as Mia. But divine, in her own way. The feeling of her wrapped around you is all-encompassing, and you lose yourself to her. Your hands slide across her rear. Your tongue teases her nipples, your teeth pulling and stretching them, the taste of salt filling your mouth. Her hips roll against you, accompanied by her moans in your ear. Your fingers run through her hair, undoing her ponytail and biting into the grain.

"Lev," she whispers, continuing to ride you.

Minutes drift by in a blur. Her clit grinds against you, her hips straining against your hands. You feel her tightening around you. Your hands drift back across her ass, one down the center of her cheeks. Lost in the moment, you subconsciously draw circles around her asshole with one of your fingers - the juices from her cunt having lubricated it long ago. Her moan reaches a new high, her pussy clamping around you like a vice, her voice joined by your own. Just as your finger nestles into that forbidden hole, the juices from her pussy making it seem to invite you inside, her body begins to shake. Tremors wrack her. Her pussy sucks the life from you, pushing you over the edge, and forcing your own orgasm out. Your moans turn to a feral yell, and you unload yourself into her. Your cum shoots out, filling her womb, overflowing outwards and onto the couch.

With a sigh, she sags against you, your cock still inside her. Her breath comes in short gasps, and her cheeks are red with excitement.

"Wow," she whispers. "It's been a long time since I've cum like that."

"Thank you, Ana," you say. Your arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close and sinking your face into her chest.

She slides off of you, back onto the couch, pulling you against her chest and resting your head against her breast. Her fingers resume stroking your hair as though nothing had happened, despite her hair messily falling against your face and the cum leaking from her stretched pussy.

"I told you. I'm here for you." She leans her head against the couch, her eyes closed. "You can stay the night if you want. We can move to my bed." Her voice is sleepy. Despite her attempt to help you, she still is sick. She needs rest.

"It's okay, Ana. I'll go."

Before you do, you sit up from the couch and get dressed. Ana is already asleep. You pick her up, carry her into her room, and tuck her into bed. Her body is a mess, but you don't think it would be wise to do more. You plant a kiss on her forehead before you go.

"Goodnight, Ana."