Sick & Served (L)

It had been a brutal week. The flu had hit me like a freight train, leaving me weak, miserable, and utterly devoid of any desire for anything beyond a warm blanket and a strong cup of tea. Frankly, I was a spoiled, whining mess – the very definition of a difficult woman.

Ben, bless his infinitely patient soul, handled everything with an almost unsettling calm. He cleaned the house, did the laundry, and even managed to whip up a decent supper, all while working a grueling 12-hour shift. He tended to me with a tenderness that bordered on exasperating, catering to my every whim without a single complaint. Randy, Ben's younger brother, pitched in with the housework too, a helpful, if slightly awkward, presence in the household.

By Thursday evening, the worst of the sickness seemed to be passing. Alicia and her perpetually on-again, off-again boyfriend, Trey, decided to pay a visit, ostensibly to check on my well-being. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to make of Trey; Alicia had confessed to having started sleeping with him, a revelation that left Ben and me both deeply uncomfortable. But she was an adult, and we weren’t about to interfere with her choices.

Alicia helped me start supper, then she and Trey left around 4:30. It was almost 5:30 when Ben arrived home, looking utterly drained from his day. He slumped onto the couch, loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes, a picture of weary resignation.

“Hey, babe, supper’s almost ready! How was work?” I asked, forcing a smile that felt brittle and unnatural.

He looked at me, surprised by my relative alertness. “Hey! I guess you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah, a little. Still weak, but definitely improved,” I replied, trying to sound more upbeat than I felt.

“You should let me finish this up. You go sit down; you don't want to overdo it,” he said, gently rubbing my shoulders and back as he moved towards me.

“No, I’m fine. I just need to move around a bit. It’ll do me good!” I insisted, pulling him closer and wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Okay, if you’re sure. Love you!” he said, his voice laced with concern.

“Love you too,” I replied, leaning into him, savoring the warmth of his presence.

After dinner, Ben and Randy insisted on taking care of the kitchen, leaving me to relax on the sofa. Despite my stomach still feeling a bit unsettled, I hadn’t eaten much, afraid of pushing my luck. They did an excellent job cleaning up, leaving the kitchen sparkling.

Randy finished his homework, and we settled in to watch television. Around 8:30, Kristie called, just to check on my progress. I was incredibly grateful to have such a supportive family. We chatted for about ten minutes before I headed to bed.

“Randy, you need to get some sleep! Ben, don’t let him stay up too late! I love you both,” I said, rising from the sofa.

“I won’t, Mom! Love you too!” Randy replied, already halfway to his room.

“I love you! I’ll be joining you in a little while, baby. Get some rest,” Ben said, pulling me close.

I showered, then slipped into a silky robe before climbing into bed. Flipping on the TV, I quickly cycled through channels until boredom set in, and I shut it off. I logged into my favorite adult website, MH, and dove into a selection of stories that immediately ignited a potent fire within me. The timing couldn’t have been better; my cycle was approaching its peak, and I hadn’t had any sexual encounters in over a week.

As I read, my fingers began to trace the contours of my breasts, causing my nipples to tingle and swell. I involuntarily flexed my muscles, imagining the feel of his hands on me. Masturbation wasn't exactly what my body craved, but the anticipation of his touch, his power, his sheer dominance was a delicious torment. I longed for his intense, possessive love. The thought of being completely consumed by his desires sent shivers down my spine.

I spent a few more minutes browsing, feeding my fantasies, before closing the laptop and returning it to my nightstand. Moments later, the bedroom door swung open, and Ben walked in, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his lean, muscular chest. The muscles rippled beneath his skin as he peeled off the garment, then closed the door behind him.

“Hey, I thought you’d be asleep! How are you feeling?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

“Better. Still a bit weak, but definitely improved,” I replied, my gaze locked on his, a silent invitation passing between us.

“You look almost human. Let me finish this, then you can rest.” He said, moving towards me and gently stroking my back with his hand.

“No, I’m fine. Just need to move around a bit. You go grab a shower; you don’t want to overdo it!” I insisted, hugging his waist tightly.

“Okay, if you’re sure. Love you!” he responded, his voice soft and reassuring.

“Love you too,” I whispered, burying my face in his chest.

As he continued to stroke my back, I noticed he was getting harder, his arousal growing with each touch. I felt my own body responding, a primal heat building within me. It wasn't just the physical sensation, but the anticipation, the knowledge that he was enjoying himself immensely, that was so intoxicating.

He stepped back, his eyes locked on mine, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips. “You know, you look absolutely gorgeous when you’re aroused,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

I let out a small moan, leaning closer to him, my hand reaching out to caress his chest. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through me, intensifying my arousal. The more he touched me, the more desperate I became for him to take me.

“Ben,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper, “I need you.”

“You have me,” he replied, pulling me closer, his embrace tightening. I could feel his heat radiating through his body, and the scent of his skin filled my senses. It was overwhelming, a potent mixture of desire and longing.

As he continued to caress me, my body began to tremble, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I wanted him to take control, to dominate me completely. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, letting go of all inhibitions.

Suddenly, Ben moved, initiating the act with a slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation was exquisite, both painful and incredibly pleasurable. My muscles clenched, and I let out a cry of pleasure as he penetrated me. The heat intensified, and my body arched in response.

“Oh, God, Ben,” I moaned, my voice choked with pleasure, “take me all night long!”

He continued to thrust, deeper and deeper, his movements growing more frantic as my body reached the brink of climax. I gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer, begging him to keep going.

Finally, the moment arrived. With a final, powerful thrust, we both reached climax simultaneously. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me, followed by a profound sense of release. I lay there, panting, completely spent, feeling utterly vulnerable and completely satisfied.

Ben slowly pulled away, his eyes still locked on mine. “You’re a wild one, aren't you?” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

I managed a weak smile, my body still trembling slightly. “Just a little,” I whispered.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against my neck, before slowly peeling them away. “Come on, let’s get out of here before anyone sees us,” he said, pulling me gently to my feet.

As we made our way out of the bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. It had been a rough week, but with Ben by my side, I knew I could handle anything. And tonight, I had received the greatest gift of all: the intense, passionate love of a man who truly understood and cherished me.

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