He looks tired, still recovering, but his dark eyes lock onto me with that familiar hunger that makes my stomach tighten.

I wear only his oversized black t-shirt, the hem brushing the tops of my thighs. No bra or panties. My nipples tighten against the soft fabriv as I move closer and drop into a lower squat right between his spread legs. The positiob n pulls the shirt high up my hips, exposing the curve of my ass and the slick heat between my thighs. I feel exposed, needy, and completely his.

"El..." Zane rasps, his voice rough and low. "Baby, you don’t have to. I’m still messed up from the hospital. The wound..."

I cut him off gently, my hands already sliding up his thighs. "I know what the doctors said. But right now, I need this too. I need to take care of you."

I hook my fingers into the waistband of his gray sweatpants, tug them down slowly and hiss cock springs free, thick and heavy, already half-hard and twitching under my gaze.

The sight of him makes my mouth water as I rap one hand around the warm base, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the silky skin, and lean in.

My tongue drags slowly up the entire underside, tracing thhe vein from root to tip. I swirl around the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of precum that leaks out for me, and moan softly at the flaavir of it.

Zane groans, his fingers twitching beside him on the sheets. I look up at him as I part my lips and take him into my mouth, stretching around his girth.

I sink down inch by inch until he presses against the back of my throat. The stretch burns pleasantly at the corners of my mouth. I breathe through my nose and start moving....slow, wet bobs of my head. Saliva coats him quickly, dripping down his shaft and over my fingers as I stroke the part I can’t fit. I suck harder on the upward stroke, my tongue flicking and pressing against that sensitive spot just under the head, then slide all the way down again until my nose brushes his pelvis.

The sounds are filthy and intimate: t, the soft gagging when he hits deep, my own little humming moans vibrating around his thick cock. My thighs tremble from holding the squat, and I feel my pussy dripping slowly down my inner thighs onto the bed when I I cup his heavy balls with my free hand, rolling them gently, massaging them while I work him faster.

Zane’s hand finally finds my hair, fingers threading through it, not forcing but anchoring himself.

"Fuck, Elaine... your mouth feels incredible," he growls, his voice strained. I can hear the edge of pain when his hips twitch, the wound pulling with the movement, but he doesn’t stop me.

I pull off for a breath, gasping, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening, throbbing cock. "Fuck I’ve wanted to do this for months now." Then I dive back down, taking him deeper, fucking my throat with his cock.

Tears spill from the corners of my eyes and run down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva dripping from my chin. My jaw aches nd my throat feels raw, but I love it.

I love giving him this after everything he’s been through. I edge him like that for what feels like forever.....bringing him right to the brink with tight suction and throat spasms, then easing back to lick and kiss along his shaft, sucking gently on his balls until they draw up tight.

Sweat beads on his forehead. His abs flex, and I see the flash of pain cross his face every time the bandage shifts. Still, his cock stays rock-hard in my mouth, leaking steadily onto my tongue.

"Elaine....shit.....I’m so close....."

I pull off with a wet pop and start to rise, but Zane moves faster than I expect. He sits up with a sharp hiss, grabs me under the arms, and tries to bend me over on the bed.

"I need to be inside you," he says, voice dark and urgent. "Right now."

I press both hands firmly against his chest, right above the bandage, feeling the rapid thud of his heart.

"Zane, no. You’re still recovering. We can’t risk reopening the wound. Please, baby. Let me finish you with my mouth."

He doesn’t listen though...In one powerful motion, he stands up despite the obvious pain that makes his jaw clenc and he spins me around and bends me over the edge of the bed.

My hands brace against the mattress as he yanks the t-shirt up over my ass and cool air hits my soaked pussy. I try to straighten up. "Zane.....wait, your stitches...."

He kicks my feet wider apart and drags two thick fingers through my dripping pussy, spreading my wetness.

"You’re fucking soaked, Elaine. Dripping down your thighs. Don’t tell me you don’t want this as badly as I do."

The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance and then he thrusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one deep stroke. I cry out, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he stretches me so perfectly, the burn intense and delicious.

For a moment, everything is just fullness and heat and the overwhelming feeling of being claimed by my husband again.

"Zane.....slow down," I gasp, still worried, still trying to resist for his sake. "You’re going to hurt yourself...."

He cuts me off with another deep, punishing thrust, setting a hard, relentless rhythm as skin slaps loudly against skin. His grip on my hips is bruising as he fucks me like he’s releasing every ounce of hospital frustration, every sleepless night, every moment of pain and helplessness straight into my body.

I feel the sharp tug of his wound with every movement....he must be in agony.....but it only makes him drive harder nd deeper, chasing the pleasure only I can give him.