Reunion and release

The moment Boris stepped into the room, the sterile hospital air seemed to vibrate with a sudden, heavy heat. It wasn't just about the physical craving—though that was screaming loud enough—it was the weight of fifteen years. He had been my shield, my silent guardian who never asked for a price, the only man who knew exactly how to dismantle my defenses and put me back together again. I knew then that this man has been in love with me for fifteen long years.

As he moved toward the bed, his gait was purposeful. Through the fabric of his trousers, the thick, heavy outline of his dick was unmistakable. He was already aching for me.

I opened my mouth to tell him exactly what I needed, but he silenced me with a low, rough chuckle. His eyes sparked with a dark, mischievous glint that made my toes curl.

"Don't say a word," he murmured, his voice a gravelly caress. "I’m going to give you everything you’ve been starving for….earth shattering orgasms from eating that perfect pussy of yours."

The promise in his voice sent a shiver straight to my core. I knew that look. It meant he wasn't just going to worship my pussy….he was going to worship me.

He stripped his shirt off with a fluid, rugged grace, his massive frame casting a shadow over the small hospital bed. I kicked the bedding away, the cool air hitting my skin just before he replaced it with his heat. I spread my legs wide, an unspoken invitation he accepted in heartbeats.

He was on the mattress in seconds, his hands firm on my thighs as he buried his face between my legs. Boris didn't just eat; he devoured. He used his tongue, teeth and mouth with such a mastery that only a decade and a half of devotion could produce. Time lost all meaning. The world narrowed down to the rhythmic pressure, the wet heat, and the salt of my own cum. I lost count of the times I came, my body arching off the thin mattress as I came against his tongue again and again, screaming his name into the quiet room.

When the last tremor finally subsided and I was finished shaking from all the orgasms and frequent cumming, he didn't let me drift. He sat up, his movements were gentle as he reached for my arm to let me know he was still with me. Boris gently pulled my bedding back over me, tucking me in before leaning close to search my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and genuinely concerned.

I nodded weakly, my voice still a ghost of a sound. "Incomparable," I whispered, reaching out to trace the rough line of his jaw. "You always give me exactly what I need, Boris. You have for fifteen years."

Boris put his shirt back on and pulled a chair up to my bed. He sat with me, his large, warm hand enveloping mine. He talked to me in a low, soothing rumble, recounting stories and sharing quiet thoughts that kept the shadows of the hospital at bay. I watched him as he spoke, the flicker of the monitors reflecting in his eyes, until my eyelids grew heavy and I finally fell asleep under his watchful gaze.

Later that night, Dr. Arisov came to check on me. He took one look at Boris and the state of how I looked, but he didn't ask questions. Instead, he quietly signaled for someone to bring an extra bed into the room, having it set up and pushed flush next to mine.

Once we were alone again, Boris stripped down completely and climbed onto the bed joined to mine. He curled up directly behind me, his massive frame a wall of heat against my back. He wrapped his powerful arms around me, pulling me tight against him.

He didn't just sleep, though. Throughout the night, I felt his hands and mouth on me again and again. He sucked, squeezed and bit my sensitive tits that leaked, his rough stubble and expert lips keeping me in a constant state of arousal. "You're so soft," he whispered against my skin, his voice thick with a hunger that never seemed to fade. "I could spend the rest of my life right here."

He kept me on the edge, fingering my pussy until I was slick and needy, his large hands moving with a possessive strength that made me melt. "You like that, don't you?" he rasped, his breath hot in my ear as I whimpered against him. "Knowing you're mine? Knowing I'm the only one who can make you feel this way?"

Several times, when the quiet of the hospital was at its deepest, he moved down to eat my pussy again, his devotion never wavering even in the dark. Each time, he drank me in as if he couldn't get enough of my taste, making sure I was completely satisfied before pulling me back into his chest. "Mine," he muttered fiercely against my inner thigh, "all mine."

Feeling the steady beat of his heart against my spine, I felt him finally exhale slowly as he fell asleep, his hold never loosening. I closed used my eyes, finally at peace, protected by the only man who truly knew me.

In the morning, when Dr. Arisov arrived for his rounds, the sunlight was just beginning to filter through the blinds. He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at me with a knowing, professional smile. He noted my vitals, but his eyes lingered on my face, seeing the relaxation in my features that no medication could provide.

"Well," he remarked softly, sounding pleased as he adjusted the chart. "It seems you have much more color in your cheeks today. It’s clear you had the best possible medicine last night."

I shared a look with Boris, who was watching me from the next bed with that same steady, protective gaze. "The best in the world, Doctor," I replied, my voice stronger than it had been in days.

Boris just smirked, his eyes never leaving mine. "Whatever she needs," he said simply.

After Dr. Arisov left us, the tension in the room shifted again. Boris stripped out of his clothes, his massive, heavy length fully aroused. He rolled on a condom and moved over me, his monstruous dick was a welcome pressure as he began to fuck my pussy. He was relentless, his thrusts deep and powerful as he reclaimed me. When he finally hit his peak an hour later, the sheer force and volume of the cum he unloaded caused the condom to break.

I let out a sharp, ragged groan the second I felt the hot, slick flood of his cum pouring from the broken latex, soaking into my core.

Boris stopped immediately, his brow furrowed as he looked down at me. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice thick with concern. "Did I hurt you?"

I looked up at him, the truth finally spilling out. "I just had an abortion," I rasped, my voice trembling. "I was so scared, Boris... there was a one in four chance that you’re father."

Boris went still for a heartbeat, his eyes darkening with an intensity I’d never seen before. He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine as his hands gripped my hair. "Listen to me," he growled, his voice a promise. "Once I get you out of here. I’m going to marry you."

“I wouldn’t want anything more than that, Boris,” I said.