"Limits of Influence"
By Zivia
The redhead rode him slowly.
The ward was silent, but for the never-ending soundscape of dings, bleeps, and electronic chirps. And her low, growling moans.
She had locked the door; tossed aside her clothing; and pulled the blankets to his ankles. She aroused him with her mouth, which didn't take long at all.
Then, already dripping with excitement, she climbed onto the bed, straddled his hips, and slid her wet pussy over the outer edge of his cock.
Aaron's memories of the time before the hospital were still vague, blurry, and blank. He could occasionally glimpse the possibility of a slender blonde girl, but no such person had visited him in the hospital. He could not say whether he had
ever
been with a woman in this way. It did not seem unfamiliar to him, he felt like he knew what to do.
Although in this case, he was doing nothing at all. He lay on his back, looked up the slim body, the graceful breasts, the sweet, almost doting smile, the tangled shock of red hair.
This was Jenny.
Jenny had awakened his physical sexuality the day before, and was now deeply, madly in love with him.
He had no desire for anyone to be in love with him. It was an aversion that went deeper than he could quite fathom. He didn't know this Jenny, and he didn't think she was his type, if he had a type. She was... too sweet. Too loving. Too nice. What was wrong with any of that?
She moved herself over him, caressing his scars, being very careful to stay with light touch and gentle motion. It felt like heaven. Aaron could not remember ever experiencing such an incredibly sexy feeling. The pure pleasure of it was an intensity he could not believe.
But the way she looked at him, that was not so pleasurable.
Like he was a god. Like he was the answer to her prayers. Aaron didn't want to be the answer to anyone's prayers.
Aaron let his deeper senses reach out.
She didn't quite know what she was doing. She had spent the day watching porn, trying to figure it out. She was not totally inexperienced, but she had never been on top before. She had studied the position anatomically, and from the perspective of both professional and amateur video productions. She was trying to get the roll of her hips more fluid, a serpentine undulation in her spine. But she wasn't very practiced at it, so it wasn't quite what she imagined. She was becoming self-conscious about it, and unsure when she should try to put him inside her.
Aaron found a pattern to soften her, to relax her anxiety.
He aligned his voice to this pattern. He said: "Just enjoy me. Do what feels good for you."
"I want
you
to feel good," she said.
"Believe me, I feel good. I've never felt anything like this." (That might be true, it might not be. He could remember for sure.)
He relaxed himself. Aaron was discovering that the more relaxed he was, the more open he was to this mysterious connection he could form with others. As he softened his eager muscles, and breathed deeply to quiet his mind, he felt her tangle of sensations. Emotions, physical sensations, thoughts, worries. Interwoven with it all was this bright conviction, like a wire knotting through everything, that Aaron was "the one."
Aaron ignored all that for now, and found the flow of her pleasure. He plugged that into his own feeling of physical pleasure, his own wonder and rising desire, and fed it back into her.
Her hips found a new rhythm. Still slow, still gentle, but angled to pull her clit along his cock. The way her body moved now, to keep that perfect angle for her own pleasure became that more fluid motion she had been striving for.
He tapped into her pleasure, met it with his own, fed it all back to her, feeling the heat of it expand through her. The pleasure of this particular sensation was rising quickly for both of them, too quickly. And it was competing with her desire to feel him inside her.
He felt it from her, like an ache inside, like a sudden gaping hunger that needed to be filled.
He nodded. "Now, Jenny."
She didn't need more encouraging, and shifted and angled the head of his cock against her entrance, and began to take him inside.
The sensation went beyond pleasure for her. There was a boost for Aaron, the encircling warmth was amazing. But for Jenny, he could sense that the experience shifted from pleasure to something more profound.
She gripped just the head of his cock with her pussy and started contracting and pulsing on it.
She was cumming.
And she didn't stop.
She lowered herself until he was more deeply inside her. She was groaning and swirling her hips. Aaron felt the turmoil of sensations inside her, and he saw what was going to happen before she did.
When she got to full depth, with his length rising up into her, a circuit completed.
Jenny lost her mind.
She went blank, became pure blinding pleasure. She moved on him without any thought at all, without any filter. She rode him now at a deep, slow pace, grinding her clit against the base of his cock.
She was cumming, but it was unlike anything she had experienced or imagined. It didn't stop. It was wave after wave.
Aaron was so wrapped up in her experience, which he felt as it were his, that he barely even felt the arousal and pleasure of his own body. It was inseparable from hers.
All that tangle of emotional garbage had fallen away, and she was pure animal pleasure, rocking herself higher and higher, shuddering with wave upon wave of explosive desire.
Aaron felt his own climax starting. One moment it was infinite space and ecstasy, and the next there was an earthquake inside, a volcano rushing to the surface. He didn't have words to warn her. He erupted up into her, just as she was grinding at full depth.
She felt it, the thickening throbbing power of his release shooting into her and through her.
Jenny screamed in a pleasure suddenly beyond human.
Her hands clawed at his scarred and ravaged chest. He felt the pain, but abstractly.
And then she collapsed on top of him.
* * *
"Oh. My. God."
She was crying. Sobbing into his chest.
"That. Was. Not. Possible."
He was still inside her, softened. Semi-hard. Her pussy contracted and pulsed around him, keeping him half-erect.
Aaron felt the constricting power of her story return.
Jenny was going to marry him. That was her thought anyway.
She was thinking about continuing. She thought she could. She thought he could.
When she lifted herself from him, however, there was blood smeared across her chest.
She saw it to.
"Oh my God! Aaron!"
The surgical scar, where they had rebuilt his ribs, had begun bleeding.
Jenny was a nurse. She didn't panic. She eased herself off him. He felt his cock slap wetly against his belly.
She pulled some sterile wipes from a dispenser and cleaned him very carefully.
"Looks like we tore a stitch. If you are okay with it, I can fix that up," she said. "Although technically, it should be a doctor."
