Sorry that this has been so long in coming and thank you for your patience. And thanks once again to sdbnnc for all her help in editing this story. I hope you all enjoy this new instalment.
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A week after the accident, I was back at home. I'd had my operation; my cheekbone had been popped back out where it should be, though with all the swelling it was hard to tell if there were going to be any lasting scars. Sir spent the whole time I was in hospital down in London with me, spending as much time as He could in my room or on my bed. We'd scared each other silly, and even now we touched whenever we could, wrapping fingers round each other's palm or simply resting a hand here and there; His hands on my head or on the small of my back, my hands on His thigh or chest. We couldn't get enough of each other, always testing to see if the other was really there and not just a dream.
Suzi had gone over to the house and gotten everything ready for me the day before I was due to get home. "Home" -- that word had such a good feeling to it: my home; His home; our home, together. I couldn't wait to get back there, but I had to satisfy the physio's that I could walk with crutches first. I'd broken my fibula in two places (top and bottom), and my tibia at the bottom. I was going to be in a cast for at least six weeks, maybe more, depending on how fast I healed. The doctors wouldn't let me leave hospital until I could prove I could get around at home without falling on my arse, and causing more damage to myself or harming the little one I carried inside me.
The whole trip back home, I squirmed in my seat. It'd been over a week since Sir and I last had sex, and I was feeling well enough to be horny again. The only reason I didn't lean over and get my mouth round Sir's cock was my leg. I couldn't swing myself round in the car seat because of my cast. As we turned into the drive, I looked for Magpie. I didn't know how much she'd missed me, but I'd missed her dreadfully. Sir stopped the car in His usual place, right outside the kitchen door, and as the door opened a little black and white shape came hurtling out and round to the passenger side of the car.
I opened my door, and Magpie leaped inside and on top of me, snuffling in my ears and around my nose, giving me little licks and nips, telling me off for staying away for so long. I had to put her down to get out of the car, and she stayed right behind me, glued to my good leg. Even when I had gotten inside and sat down at the table, she wouldn't let me out of her reach, lying down and putting her nose on my foot.
Suzi came over, hugged me, and sat down while Sir heaved my bag in from the car. My left leg felt so weak; I'd done nothing but lie around for a week, and it was shocking how much strength I could lose in so short a time. I had to sit and watch as He took my bag into the utility room and started sorting out my clothes.
"Sir, leave it. I'll do it in a little while."
"Pet, the only thing you're going to be doing in a little while is sitting on your arse and resting," Sir replied.
"I can manage my chores, Sir. Please?'
Sir came over the table and sat beside me, and then said, "No, not for a week or so you won't. I've asked Michael if we could borrow Lilly for a few days."
I was surprised how much that hurt, although I knew Sir was just concerned about me, and couldn't stop myself saying, "You're replacing me? Sir, please don't do this. Honestly, You don't need to; I'll be fine."
"It's only until you're back up and mobile again, that's all. I don't want you putting any strain on yourself," Sir persisted.
"Washing a few clothes and cooking is not going to put any strain on me at all," I insisted.
"Ahha, and what about the garden? And Magpie -- she'll need to be walked. And then there's the dusting and the Hoovering. No. Lilly will be coming in and helping you out for the next week. We can reassess how you're doing after that, ok?"
"I suppose so, Sir."
"Good girl. Now go on upstairs, and have a lie down for a bit," Sir replied.
"Sir, I've done nothing but . . ." I began, hearing the whining tone even as I spoke the words.
"'But' nothing, young lady. Arse upstairs now," Sir interrupted with a smile, and then leant down and whispered in my ear, "If you hurry up, I'll join you shortly."
I got up as quickly as I could and, after giving Suzi a hug to say good-bye, hobbled over to the stairs. Going up them was tricky, I knew coming back down would be easier since I could just sit and bump down them on my backside. Still, I got to the top of the stairs in the end. Magpie followed me, and she would have jumped up onto the bed beside me had I not told her to go to her own bed. She lay down with a sigh, and watched me get undressed. I couldn't wear trousers at the minute; most of my jeans were skin-tight and wouldn't fit over my cast, so my skirts were getting a lot of usage. Luckily the weather was hot; I hated to think what it would have been like in the middle of winter with me wandering around in little skirts that barely reached my knees.
I was looking forward to being with Sir again, to touching Him without clothes getting in the way. I would have been even more eager if I hadn't felt like a wolfhound. I had no chance to shave or wax the whole time I was on the ward, and I was definitely on the fuzzy side. I heard Suzi leaving, and Sir locking up downstairs. I'd pulled the covers up, and shut the bedroom curtains to hide how unkempt I looked from Sir. I knew Sir would feel how hairy I was soon enough, and I wasn't acting out of vanity, but because I wanted to be as perfect as possible for Him. Sir bounded upstairs and into the bedroom, pulling off His clothes as He rushed in.
"What's with the hiding, miss?"
"Nothing," I said.
"Liar," Sir relied. Sir sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to peel the covers from me. "Come on then, spill," Sir persisted.
I screwed my nose up and said, "I'm all fuzzy."
"All what?" Sir said incredulously.
"Fuzzy; I haven't had a chance to shave or anything," I explained.
"Ahh, I see. And you honestly think I care?" Sir responded.
"I don't know; I do. I hate feeling all woolly; I look like a bloody wolfhound," I wasn't looking at Sir, and I knew I sounded like a sulky child.
Sir took hold of my chin and lifted it, making me look Him in the eye. "Right now, pet, I couldn't care less. I tell you what, I will take you into town in a couple of hours, and you can get pampered and preened to your heart's content. In the meantime, if I don't fuck you soon I swear I will not be held responsible for the outcome," and Sir dived in for a kiss.
The quilt was ripped from my grasp, and Sir began ravishing me. It seems a strange word to use, but that's exactly what it felt like. He was reclaiming His property and to be wanted and needed like that was so lustful. Sir grabbed hold of my wrists in one hand, holding them above my head whilst the other hand groped my breasts, pulling them up so that He could nibble at my nipples. I winced slightly as my ribs were pulled about, and Sir immediately stopped.
"Are you alright, pet? I didn't hurt you?" He asked anxiously.
"It's fine; I don't care. Please, Sir, I need you," I replied.
He relaxed and told me to hold onto the brass rail that ran the length of the headboard. Returning His mouth to my breasts, His hands moved down over my belly, and between my legs. He spread them as far apart as He could, and began playing with my clit. At the same time, He wiggled two fingers inside me. There was no finesse here, only pure lust, and as soon as He thought I was wet enough for Him, He moved up and positioned His rock solid cock at my pussy. He thrust inside me with one push of His hips, driving Himself up to the hilt with His first shove.
That first push was almost brutal. Sir gave me no time to adjust to His size and it felt like coming home. I was locked in His arms, His whole body pressed against mine, and He just held me like that for ages. He didn't pound into me or even twitch His hips, simply held me with His cock buried in my pussy, and laid a trail of kisses along my neck and shoulders. Eventually He began to move, long slow strokes that caressed every part of me. He lifted Himself up onto one elbow, looking down at me while His other hand held my hips tightly. He dropped soft, sweet kisses on my forehead, on my cheeks, on my lips -- anywhere He could reach.
My hands were on Sir's hips, despite His instruction that I should hold onto the headboard. I couldn't resist trying to pull Him deeper into me, and my head lifted itself off the pillow to receive His kisses. Sir's voice was rumbling, rough with lust as He told me how good I felt, how He'd missed me, missed His pussy wrapped round His cock, missed being able to kiss and nuzzle at His tits. And all the time His cock drove in and out of me like a metronome, and all I could do was hang on and thank God I'd lived so I could feel this again.
Time seemed to stand still; there was nothing else in the world except us two and our bed. We looked each other in the eye; Sir held my gaze as I came over and over again. I felt Him speed up, and hooked my good leg over His back, matching each thrust Sir made with one of my own. He gathered me up into His arms, holding me up off the bed so tightly I barely could breathe.
My arms came up and over Sir's shoulders, my fingers digging in as Sir buried His face into the little hollow where my neck met my shoulder and bit me hard, making me cry out. It was bliss to be back where I belonged, and I cried as Sir came, tears that I couldn't and wouldn't hold back, tears of joy that ran down my face and onto Sir's neck. Sir lifted His head and kissed them away, and asked, "Are you alright, little one?"
