Chapter 2 #3
“No, my wife will help me shower, but can you take the drip out so I can, please?”
She smiles, knowing exactly what he’s playing at. “Yes sure.”
I watch as she slowly takes his drip out of the cannula and prepares the bathroom. “I will put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the room’s door for twenty minutes. Lock the door but there is a buzzer if you need any help, ok?”
I smile and nod. “Ok,” I reply. I follow Joshua into the bath- room and he shuts the door and locks it behind us. His eyes drop to my feet and back up again and he ticks his jaw and gently cracks his neck.
I smirk. “Get that look out of your eyes, Joshua. It’s not happening. You are here because you are sick.”
He drops the gown and puts his head to the side. “Do I look sick?”
My eyes drop to his perfect erect manhood.… my heart drops as I go weak with want, it’s been so long.
He gently runs his hands through my hair.
“I’ve missed my beautiful girl,” he whispers.
His lips meet mine and he blesses me with a tender open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slowly taking what he wants.
I hold my breath as he slowly peels off my clothing and pulls me by the hand into the shower.
We stand under the strong stream of water kissing and embracing each other. This is home.
I stand under the water with my head on his chest for fifteen minutes, his arms wrapped protectively around me.
I’ve missed his strength, his tenderness, every damn inch of him.
His lips tenderly take mine as he runs his hand over my breast and down my stomach and then further down to between my legs.
He closes his eyes at the contact. “There’s my beautiful, tight girl,” he whispers.
His hands are gentle and loving … tender.
I involuntarily throw my head back as he pushes a finger inside me and then another one.
His thumb circles on my clitoris in perfect pressure.
He knows my body so well, knows exactly how to make me lose all coherent thought.
“My beautiful girl, I love you.” He kisses me again as he slowly lifts my leg, so I am standing on one foot to give him greater access to my throbbing center. His fingers start to slowly pulse inside me and my eyes roll back in my head.… this is what I need.
“I can’t wait, Presh.… I have to be inside you. Now.”
My breathing catches. “Josh, we are in a hospital room. No.”
He smiles as his eyes drop to my lips. “You don’t have a say in it. You told the nurse you were going to look after me and she can’t come back in here when I’m in this state.”
I smile. “I know what you are doing,” I whisper. He smiles into my neck.
“What am I doing?”
“Trying to make me jealous,” I reply.
He bites my neck again. “I’m too hard. It’s not going to go down and you don’t want the nurse to see me like this, do you, baby?”
I smile and narrow my eyes. He’s really not playing fair.
“Tash, I need to be inside you, it’s been too long.
I can’t wait. Look, I’ll sit, and you can do all the work.
” His skin is covered in water beads, his large erection hangs heavily between his legs, his eyes are dark and his big, beautiful lips are open with want.
I’ve never seen anything quite so erotic in my life.
He gestures to the bench seat in the shower.
My eyes flick to the seat and back to his mouth.
This is unbearable, I can’t stop. I grab him and kiss him hard as I push him into the seat, and he groans out loud.
Then he is lifting me over him and rubbing the side of his shaft through my flesh.
Our breathing is heavy and the steam in the room is starting to run down the walls.
He slowly brings his hand up to his lips and puts some saliva onto his fingertips which he then rubs into my weeping sex as a lubricant, like I need any.
He holds his thick length up and, with the other hand, pulls my hip down.
We both groan as he enters me.… we stay still, panting.
My eyes close, my heart races and I’m scared if he moves a muscle, I am going to explode into orgasm.
He rests his forehead against mine and looks into my eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers as he brings both of his hands up to my cheeks.
My eyes cloud over with tears. “I love you, Josh.”
He smiles and then kisses me, probably the most beautiful kiss he has ever given me. The depth of emotion behind it gives me goosebumps and I slowly lift myself to move.
“Presh, I’m not going to last. You just feel too good, baby.”
I smile. “It’s ok, me too.” He lifts me once and my legs fall wider open.
“Fuck it.” He snaps as he lifts me again.
He slams me back down and circles my hips on the upstroke and groans as he comes hard, his body doubling over in orgasm.
I feel his thick length throb deeply inside as his body empties into me and I know I can’t make him keep going.
He’s not well enough. Damn.… I needed that orgasm.
I shake my head and lift myself to pull him out of me as we both scramble for air.
His forehead rests on mine as he pants. “Sorry, precious. I couldn’t last.”
There’s a first, I am so in love with this man. I smile broadly as I kiss him again. “Shh, it doesn’t matter.” I whisper. “We have the rest of our lives, Joshua.” His eyes search mine, and he smiles gently.
Knock, knock, knock.…
“Joshua, are you ok?” Joshua and I glance at each other in shock.
“My mother’s here.”