Mila stripped herself, then fetched a couple of bottled from the bag as I turned my head to watch. “Strip.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want to see everything. I felt her spread my cleft open with one hand while one finger of her other hand slowly stroked my wet membranes from bottom to top, making teasing circles around my clitoris. Mila leant over me as she began working on my shoulders again, this time from the front, rotating her torso so that her dangling nipples made little circles on my chest. By the time Mila released my breasts, I was breathing hard and I didn’t need her to tell me I was sex-flushed; I could feel the heat of it over my face, neck, and upper chest. Some of the things, like the dreams, I couldn’t find the words to express, so I said I hadn’t been sleeping well. I had rods in the bones of both my lower legs, stitches in my forehead and left forearm, and my right shoulder was in a pressure bandage. I was not just totally naked but spread out exposed to her view. Mila wasn’t done. Though I’m too dark for a blush to really show, my nipples were tiny erect points. What had happened? “I did too,” I whispered back, kissing her.
