Ava’s POV
"Nothing, just... you’re too beautiful." I stamred.
He managed a small smile.
"Sorry, I took off my clothes because I was falling asleep. The dicine makes drowsy." He lowered his head, almost embarrassed.
"I know, don’t worry. Look, I made so soup and orange juice. You need to eat sothing and stay hydrated. Even if you don’t want to."
"Have you had dinner?" Even sick, he was still concerned about . My heart clenched.
"Yes, I’ve already eaten. Now I want to see you eat sothing." I perched on the edge of the bed.
"I’m not hungry," he sighed.
"Oh no, but you’re going to eat."
I took the spoon, dipped it into the soup, blew on it gently, and brought it to his lips. He gave a slightly shy look but opened his mouth. I continued feeding him until he finished the soup, followed by the juice.
After helping him brush his teeth and use the bathroom, we returned to bed. I snuggled against him, and he embraced with a soft sigh. We slept peacefully without teasing each other, though my love for him ran deep.
The next morning when we woke, he looked much better, and his fever had broken.
"How do you feel?" I asked, placing my hand on his forehead.
"Much better. Your soup was magical." His voice was stronger, less raspy.
"That’s great!" I couldn’t help but let my gaze wander over his naked body, barely able to contain my desire.
"What is it, Ava? Why are you looking at like that?" His eyes, clearer now, watched with growing interest.
"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I’m attracted to you, and I want to make love to you." I bit my lip, pleased to see a smile spread across his face.
"Co here." He pulled onto his lap so I straddled him. "You might catch my cold, but I will never refuse making love to you."
He began kissing my neck, and I soon felt his hardening length pressing against . His hands moved expertly across my body, pulling my nightgown over my head and tossing it aside. As he suckled my breasts, I ground against him, feeling myself grow wet with need.
When he was fully erect, I raised myself above him, then slowly lowered myself onto his impressive length, savoring the exquisite feeling of him filling completely. We both moaned as I took him to the hilt.
"God, Ava," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "You feel so perfect."
I began to ride him slowly, setting a pace that had us both gasping.
I was getting tired after just a few moves on top.
Joseph noticed my pace slowing down, and he panted, "Ava, let take over."
He flipped onto my back, pressing down with his burning chest against mine, his hardness positioned against my wet core.
That scorching heat made tremble all over.
I was being consud by the fire blazing in his eyes, while my body scread with emptiness, begging to be filled. I reached out with trembling hands, circling his neck and pulling him closer.
Joseph thrust his hips down suddenly! His burning length penetrated my tight, slick passage with an almost savage force, reaching my deepest point in an instant!
Joseph picked up the pace.
"Oh... Ava..." his deep voice, thick with desire, whispered against my ear.
He gripped my waist, lifting my hips slightly to adjust to an angle that allowed him to thrust even deeper.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room as his powerful hips slamd against my soft flesh with each thrust.
Each withdrawal left feeling achingly empty as he pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip teasing at my entrance. Each penetration was fast and rciless, pushing into with full force, his thick length striking my core, the hard tip grinding repeatedly against that newly discovered sensitive spot deep inside .
"Ah! Too... too deep! Joseph! Slow... slow down... I’m... I’m going to break!"
His fierce thrusts pushed across the bed, the mattress creaking in protest beneath us.
The intense fullness and the overwhelming pleasure from having that sensitive spot repeatedly stimulated made scream uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face.
My hands could only cling desperately to his muscular arms.
"Ava, tell you’ve been craving too," he growled between heavy breaths, his hot breath washing over my neck.
"Yes...!" I cried out in response, my inner walls repeatedly penetrated and stretched by his powerful thrusts, pleasure surging through like electric current, shattering my rational thoughts.
The energy building deep in my core grew and intensified with each powerful thrust.
With one final, savage thrust that lifted my entire body off the bed—
"Ah—!"
My back arched sharply, my vision going completely white as all my senses exploded at once! A rush of fluid gushed uncontrollably from deep inside ! The pleasure was intense and convulsive, overtaking completely.
Afterward, despite his illness, Joseph took control, flipping into different positions and bringing to climax about five tis. His sexual stamina was astonishing. When he finally ca inside , his powerful body shuddered with release as he collapsed on top of , breathing heavily.
We were both drenched in sweat, panting. He laughed, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
"Sweating is good when you have a cold," he joked.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his comnt.
We spent the remaining days of his recovery in peaceful bliss. Joseph’s condition steadily improved, and we enjoyed each other’s company, making love every night, talking for hours, and falling asleep with nestled in his arms. Fortunately, my immune system was strong enough that I didn’t catch his cold.
On Saturday, we went shopping for ho furnishings, and gradually the apartnt began to feel like a real ho. On Sunday, we had lunch with Flora, which was surprisingly pleasant.
But the following week, our blissful bubble burst as chaos erupted around us. Truly, when it rains, it pours.
User Comments
0 comments from readers