Page 58 of Medical Malpractice

Leonardo was trembling, his grip tightening on me as he inconspicuously pressed his thick shaft against my core.

“Are you sure, darling?”

I knew what he was asking. My request was monumental and altogether telling as I hadn’t consented to him using my body while asleep since before the incident five years ago.

To submit myself to my partner in such a vulnerable way required complete trust. Once upon a time, Leonardo had shattered that. Yes, he had proven himself since then, and constantly worked hard for us. But I couldn’t help that I wasn’t ready.

However, that weekend away with my husband had reignited something inside me. He was supportive, encouraging and everything I knew him to be.

He was my Leonardo, my husband, my best friend. And I didn’t want to deny us any longer.

“I’m sure, Leo. I trust you.”

He showed me how much he liked my answer by devouring me… right there on the street.

I woke to my muscles spasming—taut, lax, taut, lax—the sensation causing an electrical current to ignite throughout my body.

A lazy smile widened my mouth before my sleepy lids opened a sliver, catching my husband in the act. Sweat coated his brow, his eyes shut tight in concentration as short, hot pants escaped his parted lips.

We were both lying on our sides, one of my thighs pitched high over his hip as he slowly gyrated against me.

Ah, there it is.

I’d missed that sweet internal ache, the heavy shift of his body, and most of all, waking to my husband’s cock buried fully inside me.

This act required complete surrender and total abandon. Forfeiting that control to the one I loved hit a level of intimacy that was addictive and soul-altering.

With the release of my inhibitions came the primal act of possession from him, of taking me over and over until he was fully satiated—which he wasn’t yet.

His thrusts were slow yet purposeful. Leonardo would pull out right to the tip, leaving me empty and wanting, then he’d fill me back up, sitting inside me a moment before doing it all over again.

It was glorious and simultaneously fucking torturous, and I couldn’t take another moment of waiting.

On the next stroke, when he had stretched me with every single glorious inch, I intentionally clenched my inner walls around his throbbing cock, letting him know I was awake.

Leonardo hissed, his eyes snapping open, giving me that hazy, lust-filled gaze I loved so much.

“Good morning, wife.”

“Mm. It is a good morning, isn’t it?”

“It will be better than good when I wake you up properly,” he said, punctuating the words by shifting my knee higher over his waist and shoving in hard.

I don’t know whether it was the altered angle or the power behind his thrust, but my husband already had me speaking in tongues, and the sun had barely risen.

“Wet my dick, darling. Give me your cum, then I’ll finally feed you mine. Ah, I’ve been waiting all night for this...”

I gasped and whimpered, a linguistic mess. “Have you not come yet, Leo? Surely, that’s dangerous for your health.”

“You deserve all the pleasure, Ella,” he murmured in between drugging kisses. “I don’t mind waiting. You know I like waiting.”

I bit into his lower lip. “No more waiting. Fill me up, husband. I need you to claim me.”

His movements grew purposeful as we moved as one. Gripping his sweaty hand in mine, I placed his palm against my sternum. His fingertips curled, circling the heart-shaped pendant that meant so much to me.

“Thank you for believing in me again, darling. For trusting in me.”

“You fought for us. You fought for our future. Now, let’s live it together.”