Laurel and I can’t seem to get our hands on each other fast enough. After another visit with Marty, the two of us headed back to her apartment –back home. I really missed this place. We hurry up to her second floor apartment and slam the door behind us. We both go in for a quick embrace, and I cringe. “Ah!” I snap, having forgotten all about, well, you know, being fucking shot. My arms is still in a sling.

She laughs. “Maybe we should give you some time, big guy.”

“No, I’m fine,” I say. “Just… take it easy, would you?”

“Awe, poor baby,” she says and gently places her hand to my chest, pushing me back. She pushes me back to the couch, and I sit down when she gives one final, slightly forceful shove. She sits herself down in my lap and leans into me slowly, kissing my lips.

I suppose it just shows that I was not still in love with Brandi that I would run back to Laurel so quickly. Don’t get me wrong –finding out Brandi had been cheating this entire time still stings, but I had never stopped thinking about Laurel in this way. We transition back so easily and readily. Her lips are so soft. With my free arm I reach around and give her ass a slight squeeze. I start to undo my sling, but she stops me.

“You know, you’re going to wind up hurting yourself, Jonathan,” she says. “Just leave it on. Let me handle this.” She slowly slips down onto the floor in front of me, and I can feel myself growing hard as she slides her fingertips down my chest to my legs.

She pulls at my gym shorts, slipping them and my underwear as well as my shoes completely off me until I’m sitting here in nothing but my t-shirt and sling. My free hand grips the couch cushion as she kisses my inner thighs, breathing heavily on my now erected cock. I lean my head back and groan slightly when I say, “Stop teasing me, Laurel.”

“Whatever you say,” she says and wraps her mouth around me, sucking slowly and working her tongue up and down my shaft.

“That feels so good,” I say, moaning. I touch her hair, and I can feel her head moving as she goes up and down on my cock with her mouth. “I want to be inside of you,” I say, practically begging.

She pulls away from me, completely strips down in front of me, and then sits herself back down onto my erection. I feel myself slide up into her, and she’s wet –the warmth of her embrace makes me shudder. She kisses my lips as she works her hips up and down. For a second she tries to take off my shirt, but it’s too much of a struggle with the sling in our current position. She laughs off the tumble, and she continues giving me these long, deep kisses.

With my free hand I grab one of her breasts and massage it. I can feel her cumming all over my lap. “I miss this,” she whispers in my ear. “I miss you, Jonathan. I love you.”

“I love you,” I say back, and I cum inside her just as she is having a loud orgasm.

We go to the bedroom, and she helps me out of my shirt, but I leave the sling on. We lay down beside one another under the blankets. I’m not sure how long we stay this way, but I don’t mind. I could lay here for the rest of my life beside her.