Afterward, we took a bath together in Ned’s surprisingly spacious claw-foot tub, then Ned lounged on his bed as I dressed and returned my wallet to my pocket. He hadn’t objected to wearing the condom, the ointment he’d applied to his c**k and my ass to ease his way quickly warmed—an intriguing sensation I’d never before encountered—and he’d been very careful of my tender skin, seeing I didn’t hurt no matter what position he put me into. And he made no effort to touch the trail of hair leading to my pubic bone.
He reached for the pack of Philip Morris cigarettes on his night stand and shook one out. “I know it’s cliché, but…cigarette?”
“Please.” I accepted the one he offered me, almost salivating. Because of my condition, I hadn’t been permitted to smoke in the hospital, and by the time I
