Pampered After Divorce - Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Molly’s POV
After many years, I believed I had moved on from him, but this kiss proved otherwise. My body yearned for him like never before, but just as suddenly as it began, it abruptly ended.
"I'm sorry. Please leave," he exclaimed, looking distressed, and I couldn't comprehend the shift in his demeanor until he picked up the towel from the floor.
His arousal was evident, explaining his earlier discomfort. The accident he mentioned must have been the reason for it, so I defied his request.
"I won't go. Let me assist you," I stated earnestly, but he regarded me with disbelief and headed to his closet.
"Leave before it's too late. I don't want you to be dragged into this mess."
He was always willing to help me with my troubles but refused to let me help with his. The realization left a bitter taste in my mouth.
As he reached for a shirt, I intervened. "Why can't I support you when you've always been there for me?"
Our gazes locked, and I detected anguish in his eyes. "Please, tell me what's wrong. Is it difficult for you to resist?"
He shook his head and brushed past me. "You'll never understand."
"Then help me understand," I followed him and, without hesitation, removed the towel from his waist, letting it fall to the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?" He seethed, I knelt down. Although we had only been intimate once before, I was familiar with him. "Let me take care of this," I murmured softly, my hand tracing his length.
He stiffened at my touch, but I persisted. He was so engorged that I marveled at how we managed the first time, before realizing this must have been a result of the accident.
“I haven't had sex since I saw you again, and the longer I go without it, the more painful it becomes," he finally revealed. I looked up at him and smiled, grateful that he confided in me.
"Thank you for telling me," I smiled and kissed his cock. He pulled away and pulled me up.
"Don't do that. I usually pay professionals for..." he trailed off, but I finished his sentence. "A mouth job?"
Shame reflected in his eyes, but I understood him. It was difficult for him to share, and I wanted to do whatever it took to make him feel better and happy, just as he had done for me.
He sat on the bed and pulled me towards him, my buttocks resting on his lap. It felt like old times when he was my boyfriend.
"After the accident, my specialist insisted that I explore my sexuality, and I ended up hurting the women I tried it with. They ended up in tears, even with lots of lubricants and would lose consciousness without me releasing.”
“Then I met Eleonor. She suggested the mouth job because the girls would have control, and I wouldn't hurt them. It takes three to four of them to help me reach release."
After sharing this with me, I didn't know how to help. The thought of accommodating his length in my mouth would only make my jaws ache, and I knew it would only make him feel guiltier.
"Why did you stop using her services?" I asked him. He looked away.
"I tried on the day she came to my office. I went to meet her at the club, but I couldn't go through with it. Even before then, it didn't feel right. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but don't worry. I can take care of it," he said with a forced smile, showing that he was doing it for me.
He felt guilty for leaving me and coming back into my life, doing everything to make me happy, even if it meant allowing himself to suffer like this.
"I will help you," I said seriously. He stared at me. "Don't. You will hate sex if you do it with me."
"No," I refused as I pushed him onto the bed. His erection was as hard as a rod, standing straight with the tip facing the ceiling.
"Molly, please don't," he said as I began undressing myself. As he tried to get up, I got on top of him and pinned him down.
"If I fail, I fail, but don't push me away without giving me the chance to try." Our eyes met, and I saw tears welling up in his for the first time. "Molly, if you go through with this, you know what will happen, right?"
I chuckled at his question, showing that I understood. "Even if I don't, will you let me go?" From the onset, I knew he had turned to something else, being so possessive of me.
However, I always knew he wouldn’t allow any harm to come to me so being with him was safer than any where else.
My response seemed to shake him, but he gathered himself. "Fine. Show me what you've got."
Our lips met once more, and I took charge, showering him with kisses. He whispered, "I've missed you so much, Molly. I never got over you, I never stopped loving you."
I couldn't reciprocate those feelings, as I had fallen for Wesley during the time I believed Gianni was gone. Seeing him again stirred up conflicting emotions.
The foreplay was better than before, and I felt ready to move forward. But as I positioned myself on top of him, he stopped me abruptly.
"Wait!"
I froze, and he drew me closer, inserting a finger inside my tight wall. "It's just like the first time, Molly. You're so tight and so wet but are you sure you can handle this?"
Gianni's observation was accurate. Wesley had been absent most of the time since we got married, and our intimacy suffered. I may not have much experience, but I was determined to make a change.
"I can handle it, Gianni. Trust me."
Worry flickered in his eyes as he pushed his laptop aside. "Give it a try, but remember to stop if you need to."
I nodded, and with a mix of nerves and determination, I positioned myself. As soon as I felt his tip against me, I hesitated, feeling the discomfort of being stretched too far.
Despite the pleasure he expressed, I was overwhelmed by the sensation. “It feels good, Molly, but it’s not too late to stop.”