Physical Therapy

I reached over, flicking a switch to turn the lamp on. Shay groaned and pulled the blankets tighter over her body, still sleeping soundly. My side ached, the heating pad under my rib cage uncommonly cool. I reached for the cord, following it and tugging gently until the end came loose from behind the dresser.

"Dammit!" I moved to plug it back in and the bed shifted as I got up. Shay groaned next to me and I froze.

"Ohhh..." she moaned. I turned my ear, blindly fumbling for the outlet but focusing on her. She whimpered softly and I chalked it up to a bad dream, turning back to the wall and the mission at hand. "Oh god!"

My head snapped up and I turned, watching her kick off the comforter and run her hands through her hair subconsciously. Her eyes were squeezed shut, brow furrowed in concentration, as her dream intensified and I sat back onto the bed.

"Yeah, right- oh, right there," her raspy voice rang out in the quiet of the room and my cock twitched in my boxers. It felt like a decade had passed since I'd touched her, since I'd heard her moan like this. Her jaw fell open in a soft 'o' and I realized that I hadn't seen that face in a while.

She rubbed her thighs together, taking a fistful of the sheets and pulling them taut for a release of tension. I could see her tense as she arched her back, the curve such a beautiful sight that I reached to palm myself through my boxers.

"Holy shit," I mumbled, the feel of my palm a strange sensation. I hadn't gotten off since the accident, so wrapped up in recovery that I hadn't even thought of it. It felt like the first time again as I thumbed the head of my cock and groaned involuntarily. I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth, looking over at Shay and instantly regretting it.

She had brought her own hands to her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between her fingers. Her hair splayed out on her pillow, her body twisted like an ethereal dream- I felt myself harden even more in my hand. The more she abused her body, caught in her own head, the faster I pumped my own shaft.

Her deep moans were feral, so raw and animalistic that I came hard into my hand. My spine felt like it was vibrating, all of my muscles in use for the first time in a long time. White hot light was all I saw as I fell back onto the mattress with a groan, throwing an arm over my head.

The heating pad under me was a warm comfort as I caught my breath, rolling over to eye Shay. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on the taut skin of her stomach and I reached over to brush her with my fingers, hoping to pull her from her dream into an even better reality. As I dipped my hands lower, tracing the line of her panties, she pressed her hips up and hummed.

"Oh, yes. Oh, don't stop." I kept going, tracing a hot line up her slit and watching her writhe under my hand.

"You like that?"

"Yes! God, please don't stop. Oh, Jason!"

Notes

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