Neck Brace Bliss

The sterile scent of antiseptic still clung to the air, a grim reminder of the past two weeks. My wife, Serena, lay beside me, her face pale, her body still weak from the surgery on her neck. The cervical collar, a rigid metal contraption, pressed uncomfortably against her skin, a constant, unwelcome presence. She'd been through a lot, enduring the pain, the recovery, the sheer monotony of hospital food and endless rounds of physical therapy. But beneath the fatigue, beneath the bandages, there was a fire, a desperate hunger that I knew all too well.

The hospital room felt suffocating, filled with the hushed whispers of nurses and the rhythmic beeping of machines. The pillows beneath her head, stacked high on either side, provided minimal support, a pathetic attempt to ease her discomfort. I’d spent the last hour adjusting them, trying to find the perfect position, the most comfortable angle for her fractured vertebrae to rest. It wasn’t much, but it was the best I could do.

She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open, a flicker of something primal igniting within them. She took a deep, shaky breath, her gaze locking onto mine. There was a raw vulnerability in her expression, a plea masked by an underlying lust. I felt a surge of both tenderness and anticipation, a dangerous cocktail of emotions that always seemed to escalate when she was like this.

“You’ve done well, darling,” she whispered, her voice raspy from disuse. “It’s… it’s a little better.”

My own heart pounded against my ribs, mirroring her agitation. The scent of her skin, clean and faintly floral, filled my senses. The touch of her hand, cool against my own, sent shivers down my spine. I knew what was coming, and a nervous excitement twisted in my gut. This wasn’t just a recovery; it was an invitation, a blatant disregard for her fragile state.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, her voice laced with a playful challenge.

“Just that you’re incredibly beautiful, even with that collar on,” I replied, my voice low and husky. “And that you’re feeling particularly… bold.”

A slow, deliberate smile spread across her face, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. She shifted slightly, loosening the straps of the collar, allowing a little more movement in her neck. It was a subtle act, but one that sent a jolt of electricity through me.

“I’ve been craving you all week,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine. “The silence, the helplessness… it's made me desperate.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. This was her secret, her unspoken desire. She wanted me, now more than ever. It wasn't about romance; it was about primal urges, a raw, untamed need that transcended any sense of decorum or concern for her well-being.

“Let’s indulge then,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Her eyes widened slightly, a hint of disbelief in their depths. “You’d do that?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed, my hand reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. “Just promise me you won’t push me too hard.”

She leaned into my touch, closing her eyes as if savoring the moment. Then, with a decisive movement, she shifted her position, drawing me closer. Her hand reached out, her fingers brushing against my shorts. It was a blatant invitation, a blatant disregard for the constraints of her injury.

With a swift, practiced motion, I unbuckled my pants, pulling them down and sliding them off my hips. Standing beside the mountain of pillows, I carefully positioned myself so that my erect member was directly in front of her face. It felt both vulnerable and intensely satisfying. The anticipation built with each passing second, a crescendo of desire that threatened to overwhelm me.

“Go on,” she urged, her voice a low, breathless moan. “Don’t be shy.”

Taking a deep breath, I slowly, deliberately, inserted my cock into her waiting mouth. The initial sensation was electrifying, a jolt of pure pleasure that radiated through my body. She bit down firmly, her teeth grazing my flesh, sending shivers down my spine. The metal of the collar pressed against my skin, a constant reminder of her injury, but it didn’t diminish the pleasure.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned, her body arching slightly. “It’s… it’s exquisite.”

I maintained a slow, rhythmic pace, feeling her grip tighten with each stroke. The heat built in my legs, a wave of intense arousal that threatened to consume me. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my breathing became shallow and rapid.

“Be gentle,” she commanded, her voice strained. “Don’t hurt me.”

But I couldn't stop now. The need, the desire, had taken over, overriding any concern for her safety. I increased the pace, pushing myself further, deeper, into the brink of ecstasy. The pleasure intensified, becoming almost unbearable.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in her neck, a sharp stab of agony that made her cry out. I immediately pulled back, my heart pounding in my chest.

“What was that?” she gasped, clutching her neck.

“It’s just the collar, darling,” I said, trying to sound reassuring, but my own fear was palpable. “It’s probably irritating the nerves.”

She whimpered, her eyes filled with pain. But then, slowly, her breathing began to regulate, her muscles relaxing. She took another deep breath, her gaze returning to mine.

“You’re magnificent,” she whispered, her voice filled with a renewed sense of urgency. “Shoot it all down my throat and help me clean up.”

This was it. The moment of truth. Summoning every ounce of control, I once again inserted my cock into her waiting mouth, this time with more force, more abandon. She swallowed deeply, her body convulsing with pleasure. I continued to stroke her vigorously, feeling the heat building to an unbearable peak.

As I reached my climax, a torrent of semen flooded her mouth, filling her senses with its salty, pungent aroma. She choked back a moan, her body writhing in ecstasy. Then, with a swift, decisive movement, she began to lick me, cleaning me off completely, her tongue a relentless, insistent force. The sensation was both painful and incredibly stimulating.

Her moans grew louder, more frantic, as she continued to lick, her movements becoming increasingly wild and uninhibited. The air hung thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that crackled between us. Finally, she pulled away, her face flushed and glistening with sweat.

“I feel wonderful,” she sighed, her voice weak but filled with satisfaction. “You’ve made my pain disappear.”

I leaned down and kissed her lips, savoring the lingering scent of pleasure. Then, pulling back, I snuggled back into bed beside her, holding her close. The metal collar still pressed against her skin, a constant reminder of her injury, but it didn't matter. In this moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the shared pleasure, the primal connection that bound us together. We drifted off to sleep, intertwined in a tangled embrace, lost in the sweet oblivion of our shared desire. The sterile scent of antiseptic remained, but it was now mingled with the intoxicating aroma of arousal, a testament to the night’s unforgettable encounter.

Did you like this story? Neck Brace Bliss look, but like these, here Sex stories.