Bed ridden, pole stiffened. Wrote this scene just for you ladies, with a little help from ChatGPT

I lower her from my shoulders slowly, savoring the way her bare thighs glide down my skin. When her feet touch the floor, her legs are trembling, unsteady, breathless. She’s soaked. Flushed. Completely undone. I stay on my knees for just a second longer, face inches from where she’s throbbing, lips hovering near her thighs.

I press a deep kiss to the inside of her thigh, slow, wet, lingering, just close enough to make her shiver. My hands grip her waist, firm and deliberate, thumbs gliding across her skin like I’m staking my claim. I bite her gently, and she gasps, soft and sharp.

Then I rise.

My eyes devour every inch of her, slow and unblinking. I slide my hand down her stomach, stopping just over the waistband of those soaked panties clinging to her heat. I press my palm against her center, and fuck, she’s dripping through the fabric. I circle my fingers over it, not to please her, just to feel how desperately she’s aching.

Then I drag my fingers up and bring them to her lips.
“Taste what I’m about to devour,” I whisper, low and rough.

She opens her mouth instantly. My fingers slide between her lips, and she sucks, moaning, eyes half-lidded with need. I nearly lose it.

I growl in the back of my throat and crash my mouth onto hers.

It’s not a kiss, it’s a claim. I devour her mouth like it’s my last meal. Her lips part, tongue sliding against mine, and I kiss her hard, deep, wet. My hand cups her face, tilting her just where I want her. She whimpers into my mouth and I drink it in.

While our mouths stay locked, I slide my other hand down, slipping inside her panties—this time, skin on skin. My fingers pass the waistband, brushing the soft curls of her mound. I don’t touch her clit yet. No. I tease, circling just above it, slow, cruel, delicious.

Then I move.

I turn her around, facing the wall, her back against my chest. She goes willingly, body melting into mine. I press forward, pinning her with my body—my cock rock hard, grinding between her ass cheeks. The friction is thick, hot, perfect. She gasps. I groan.
“Tell me exactly what you want, baby…”

She moans.
“Please…”

Not good enough.

My hand slides from her neck to her breast. I grip it, rougher this time, my thumb and finger pinching her nipple just enough to make her cry out.
“That’s not what I want to hear…”

She arches into me, hips grinding harder against my bulge. Her whole body is desperate for contact.

Inside her panties, my fingers circle just above her clit, never quite touching. I rub side to side, letting my fingers brush her soaked folds, teasing her mercilessly without giving her what she needs. Her hips twitch. She’s trying to force it, trying to guide my hand, but I don’t let her.

My lips are on her neck again, kissing, biting, owning. I suck just beneath her jaw, hard enough to leave a mark, then lick the sting away. She moans louder. Her body’s squirming. So responsive. So easy to break.

And I’m not done yet.

I grind against her harder, one hand at her throat again, the other torturing her pussy. I lean into her ear, my voice thick, commanding.
“You’re going to beg for it, baby. With those sweet, filthy lips.”
“And when you do…”

Stay tuned.