Page 46 of Necessary Roughness

She licked her lips. His dick sprang to attention.

“How’s your knee?”

“What knee?” he said. He hadn’t had sex for eight months now. He’d cut his knee off if he had to. Then again, the gore wouldn’t exactly be a turn-on.

He saw her frown. What happened to his sexy times? She wanted to know how his knee was? No. He needed some attention eighteen inches or so higher.

“Let me take a look at it,” she said. She knelt in front of him. “We might have to elevate your leg and put some ice on it.”

“That’s not going to happen right now.”

“You were really hurting earlier.”

“Do you have any idea how badly I want you? You’re feet away from me, you’re almost naked, and if you’re interested, I’ll spend all night showing you how much.” He let out a gusty breath. He probably sounded like a college freshman who hadn’t lost his virginity yet. Begging was never a good look, but he was prepared to do it. “I want you.”

She reached out for his hand. “I want you too. I need to look at your knee first, though. At least your pants are already off. This shouldn’t take long.”

He thought she was serious until he saw her mouth curve into a smile and the guilty flush on her cheekbones. “Let’s see here,” she said. She traced his knee with a fingertip. “Does that hurt?”

“No.”

She kissed his knee. “How about that?”

“It’s fine.”

“That’s good. Let’s keep going,” she said. She kissed her way up the inside of his thigh. Slowly. She nipped him a few times too. “Did that hurt?”

“Shit, no.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she murmured as she used her tongue on the crease between his upper thigh and his abdomen. He let out a groan. She reached through the slit in his boxer briefs and took his balls in her hand, gently manipulating them in her palm.

Her voice was low and sensual. “You’ll tell me if anything hurts, won’t you?”

“I—I—”

He wasn’t sure how much time passed before she yanked his underwear off. Her lips closed around him. She licked around the head of his dick as she pumped him with her small fist. He slid his fingers into her hair as she worked him with her mouth and her hand. He wasn’t thinking about his knee at all. He was almost there, and it wouldn’t take much.

She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

His DP knew how to talk dirty. He came so hard he almost blacked out.

***

HE STOOD UP to pull the blankets on the bed down, grabbed her around the waist, and tumbled them both onto the mattress. She landed on top of him, which he didn’t seem to mind. She rolled over so she could see his face. He reached out to brush the hair out of her eyes.

“What should we do now?”

“Your idea from a few minutes ago works for me,” he said.

“I’m into it too, but there’s one problem.”

“What’s that?” He palmed one of her breasts. His thumb moved slowly over her nipple.

“I’m not sure how we’re going to—I can’t think when you do that,” she gasped out.

“Too distracting, hmm? I wonder what will happen when I do this, then.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth. He licked, he sucked, and she let out a moan. “It must be working,” he teased.

“Wait,” she said. His head popped up. “Your knee. We’re going to have to use a position that doesn’t put pressure on it.”

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