Page 92 of Liam

I pulled off his shoes, then his pants, underwear, and shirt before wheeling him into the bedroom and turning down the bedding. My transfer to place him in bed was smoother than last time. Jamal tugged at the sling until he had it off. "I'm not sleeping with this on."

"Fair enough." I stripped down, conscious of the fact Jamal was watching me. While I got into bed, my cock thickened as I imagined his naked body pressed against mine.

This was not the time.

I fixed a pillow behind my head.

Jamal grasped my arm. "Help me over." I moved toward him instead and curled him into my embrace. He cuddled deep against me, humming. The sound made me feel more secure than I had my entire life. This man loved me. I put my hand on his ass and pulled him closer.

He woke a couple of times during our sleep clawing at me until he figured out where he was and that he was safe. Ipeppered kisses on his head each time until he drifted back to sleep.

Not sure what time we slept until. I could smell food cooking.

"They're making tandoori for dinner." Jamal placed his hand on my chest. "It's one of my favourites, but it'll keep." He turned his head and kissed my shoulder. "Ineedyou."

A ripple of exhilarating tingles ran through my body, my head to the tips of my toes. Then reason barged in. "You need time to heal."

"The doctor says I'm fine."

He was right. The doctor had told us he'd be sore for a while, but he could go back to his usual activities. And those activities appeared to include me getting to know his body better.

I rolled him onto his back and hovered above him then descended and covered his precious lips with mine, caressing them. He responded by gripping my neck and hauling me closer.

We simply enjoyed kissing one another. No rush. Just reconnecting. Emerging from the haze of our love, I panted against his lips. "What do you want to do?"

Jamal lifted some of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. "I want to be inside you."

My heart beat faster. I was really going to do this. I wanted to do this. My cock throbbed as I thought about joining mine with Jamal's body. "How do we go about that?"

"Spin around to sixty-nine with me. I want to eat your ass."

The surge to my cock started in my chest. Lust overtook me. I scrambled, turned, and kneeled to either side of Jamal's waist, ensuring I didn't bump into his sore shoulder. He placed his good hand on my ass and kissed my crease. I shut my eyes and moaned quietly.

I was so ready for this. I'd had sex with what was probably hundreds of men, and I had never let a single one of them touch my ass. Jamal licked and then sucked on my balls.

His semi-hard cock was within reach. I took it in my hand and sucked on the crown, circling it and using my tongue to get it good and wet. His hips shifted up and he separated my cheeks with his hand. I slipped his cockhead and shaft along my tongue, headed for my throat.

I sucked hard.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes as a wave of sensation rippled up my body.

His tongue and lips were on my hole. Prodding, licking, and sucking—and about to drive me deliriously insane. His breath was hot as he practically feasted. I'd licked plenty of holes over the years. Men always went wild, squirming and writhing, but I'd had no idea it felt this good.

Half my focus was on sucking his cock, preparing him. The other half was fascinated by the euphoria and absolute hunger Jamal was exuding and in turn creating in me.

He moved his hand, and his finger pressed against my clenching and releasing ring of muscle. He drew his finger away, presumably sucking on it then gently penetrated me.

I groaned as my chest heaved. I abandoned his cock and clung to his thighs. He pumped his finger in and out of my ass. Then he stopped. "Can you get me the lube and the smallest dildo?"

"Sure." I climbed off him and stretched for the drawer of the bedside table he was pointing at. Inside was a full bottle of lube and an assortment of dildos. I lifted the smallest.

"Just so you know," he said. "I bought all those recently. Nothing has been used."

Yeah, that had flitted into my mind. I didn't want to use Richard's hand-me-downs.

I kneeled beside Jamal, popped open the lube, and coated the bulbous silicone head and then the shaft in it. Even though it was the smallest one in his drawer, my ass thought it was massive. An unprecedented ache filled my gut emanating from my hole.

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