“Psh.” I dry my hair with a towel.“You’re just impatient.”
He turns his head to the side and rakes appreciative eyes over me. My cock fills under his appraisal, his desire an alluring elixir.
“Like what you see, Sunshine?”
He licks his bottom lip. “More than like.”
“Are you starting to feel the oxy?”
He swallows. “Maybe a little. Can you take off my pants for me?”
“You got it.” I dip my fingers inside his elastic waistband and gently slide his joggers down his hips, and under his ass, then all the way off. “Do you want me to take off your shirt too?”
“Yeah, thanks.” He curls his upper back up enough for me to pull it over his head.
I ease him down slowly.
“Okay, the oxycodone is definitely starting to work because that didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
“Good.”
I set an alarm on my phone to go off in thirty minutes because I don’t trust myself not to fall asleep while I wait for the meds to kick in.
Gradually his body relaxes. Shallow, hurried breaths deepen and slow back to his baseline.
I kiss his temple. “Can I get started now?”
“Mmhm.”
“Tell me if it hurts too much, and I’ll stop.”
I massage my way down his lower back to his tailbone, and over his hips. Each time he tenses beneath my touch, I remind him to take a deep breath, and massage him through it. When it gets to be too much, I reload with more lotion and work on his calves, taking a more erotic turn as I rove up the center of his thighs. He lifts his hips, just a tiny little twitch, a subtle request for me to fuck him.
I’m not going to do that, but I’ll do what I can. I massage teasing circles around his rim, and reach beneath him to pull his cock back between his legs.
“You’re so sexy,” I murmur.
“Mm,” he hums, giving another irresistible lift of his hips.
At first I rub his cock, just the side facing up, teasing him until just before I frustrate him, then I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him, all while my other hand works to release the tension in his glutes and tailbone. I listen to his body, and his erection doesn’t flag.
“Do you want me to release some of the tension inside?”
“Mmhm,” he mumbles.
When I talk about releasing tension, I’m not alluding to an orgasm. His pelvic therapy sometimes included internal work to systematically release stubborn knots. Cole says it’s extremely painful when you hit the right spot, but it goes a long way to relieve his pain.
I apply lube around his hole, and lube my finger even more before gently pushing inside. He gasps and tenses around my finger, but I stroke his cock to cut his pain with pleasure.
Adding more and more lube, I search methodically in a clockwise circle, and press against each tight spot I find until the muscle submits. This part is the most painful, and I hate hurting him, especially when he cries out or tells me it hurts, because it reminds me of the pain he was in before he nearly died.
Finally, I release the last knot, and Cole melts into the mattress, muscles limp and pliant.
“Sweetheart, do you want to come?”
“Mmhm,” he hums.
I edged my sweet husband for so long that he comes hands-free against the sheets a few minutes later, completely wrung out and relaxed. I follow not long after, stroking myself as I lick the cum from between his legs.