Unable to resist, Summer stepped forward and reached for Matt's cock. Odd that she knew exactly how he liked to be touched. She wrapped her hand around the thick length of his shaft and sighed at the feel of soft skin over steely flesh. A small bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip, and she swooped it up with one fingertip, bringing it to her lips.
"You know I'm clean," he growled softly. "After a month in the hospital, that's one thing I'm sure of."
"I wasn't worried." She should have thought to ask. She'd always been so careful before, but this was Matt. With the tip of her tongue, she tasted the bitter, salty drop, closed her eyes and sighed happily. After a moment of savoring she remembered to tell him, "I'm healthy too. There hasn't been anyone since long past my last annual physical."
"I'm not going to be able to go slow, sugar," he drawled, stepping toward the bed. "I want to savor you, but, Jesus, darlin', I've been waiting for this my whole fucking life."