**************************************************************************************I lie against the carpet, his head cradled on my chest, breathin... deeply as he rests within me, his cock still hard, but softening. It throbs occasionally, sending aftershocks rippling through me. My legs are wide around his athletic hips. I can smell him, like freshly cut grass and something dark. I can smell it all round me. I wonder if he knows what he's done to me, as I lie facing the ceiling, my eyes. ’ We lived fairly close to her mother, which made it easy to visit in the house where we’d met, or at our new place with a few things hidden away. We had sex in every room of the house, and the signs of our fun had to be cleaned up before guests could come through. Sometimes a little detail here or there would be missed, and her mother would try to act shocked for appearances. It was mostly just to be polite. Sometimes she didn’t realize the subtle signs of kink in our home right in front of. They kept monitors on me at all times trying to keep track of my physical ills.I kept trying to ask the doctors what was wrong with me but I was still unable to vocalize anything coherently. I could hear the doctors talking in whispers as far away from me as they could so that they wouldn't be overheard by me. Not that it mattered to me anyway. All the sounds issued from their mouths were nothing but babble to me. I knew I was in bad shape. I couldn't talk, couldn't hear right, all my movements. I start a steady rhythm of massaging her clit and pumping my fingers, and the heat between her legs grows in intensity. Every once in a while she rolls her hips into my touch, and eventually, I notice her dragging her lower lip between her teeth, thumbs typing away furiously as she tries to finish her email.I coax small gasps and moans of delight out of her as I continue my pace, patiently waiting for her to be done with business for the night. I’m sure to hit that spot deep inside her that.