Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2019 18:45:32 GMT -5
I lay on the bed, listening to the sounds of the water in the next room as he showered, waiting and anticipating. I heard him pull his wheelchair across the bathroom floor and could picture him laying the towel on the seat before transferring and wrapping it around his slim hips. My body started to react, my skin felt so sensitive as I ran my hand across my chest with closed eyes, imagining his calloused palm gently touching me. Then I saw him, wheeling through the bedroom door towards me, saw the muscles in his shoulders move with every push before his eyes caught mine and I was lost.
As he got closer to the edge of the bed, the towel slipped from him and the muscles in his chest contrasted with the stillness of his legs. In one movement he was on the bed, the mattress dipping as he lifted each leg before twisting his hips to turn and face me.
As he got closer to the edge of the bed, the towel slipped from him and the muscles in his chest contrasted with the stillness of his legs. In one movement he was on the bed, the mattress dipping as he lifted each leg before twisting his hips to turn and face me.
