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The best and the worst of times

Chapter 33

"Stop playing stupid Jethro? You know damn well what I want in the first place?" she played with him with pulling out his shaft at half mask into her hands to have him moaning from the pleasure of the sensations.

"Jesus Loreile what are you trying to do to me?" he cried out with the response.

She didn't say anything except continued playing with his toy to have him unable to move. He was laying down at the edge of the bed as she continued with her little games. After a few more minutes she takes it into her mouth to have him squirming in every way with his legs spasming.

"OMG!" HE CRIES OUT. Though his wound was beginning to get into the way of his own pleasure. "It's hurting Loreile. I think we have better stop for now," he begged for the moment.

She stopped by pulling it out of her mouth. "Are you sure Jethro?" she climbed over his body trying not to hurt him further.

"Yeah, I am sure." he was trying to gather his wits for the moment as he wasn't ready for sex right now after being injured by the Cartel. He went to lay down while she covered him with the blankets running to the bathroom to get a cold cloth for his brow.

"Here. This will help with placing this on your head for now along with a night of good sleep," she said with annoyance in her voice and body language.

"Thank you," he said with a softness of his demeanor.

They had a flight to catch in the morning with Doctor Cyril Taft to meet them at the airport. Needing to check out his patient. Hopefully, he doesn't need to head back into the hospital after what had happened to him in California and the series of events.

Falling asleep in bed with the blankets over him. Loreile decided to take a shower needing to relax herself with her emotions out of whack for the moment, along with the baby hormones of being pregnant. She had taken off all of her clothing dropping them on the vanity inside the bathroom.

She didn't need to check on her future husband who has to be asleep. He needs it mostly since he hasn't a decent night's sleep in a long time even in the hospital.

Running the water in the shower with the hot and cold mixture. She had stepped in to have the spray hit her entire body of the stress.

However, in the bedroom, Gibbs had felt bad about hurting Loreile's feelings. Taking his pills he was beginning to feel better. So he decided to join her in the shower and give the woman just what she wants for the most part.

He was going to try his best with pleasing the woman. Even though it might hurt him in the short run.

Moving up from the bed feeling it. He headed into the bathroom and hearing the shower running in the stall. He knocked on the door asking whether it was fine to be inside with her.

She had to smile at her future husband wanting to prove something to her. She opened the door to let him come in with his shaft at full staff to be throbbing as well.

"Shall I wash your back Jethro?" she smirks with grabbing the bar of soap from the small soap dispenser.

"Sure. But I rather have you wash my penis and get the action going?" he cried out with the lust building up in his eyes and hers.

"I have thought Jethro after what happened at the sex club that you weren't ready to have sex again?" she states to him withholding his penis in her hand inside the shower with the hot water spraying down on the both of them.

" I was thinking about it when you entered the bathroom. I have decided to try Loreile. Shall we?" he says with lust in his eyes and mind.

He kisses her hard up against the shower tile with his mouth on hers. She wasn't going to stop him now since she really needed him badly in every way.

While they were kissing. She continued to play with his shaft to have him groaning out with his response. The pleasure of what she was doing to him had him like putty.

However, they broke the kiss and she bent down to suck him hard into her mouth while his head was reeling in every direction from the physical sensations.