Chapter 11 #3
I let one hand slide to her ass. I said, “I want you to find it, Chesca. Find it, angel. Rub that hot pussy all over my cock.” She increased her speed, and it made me harder than I think I'd ever been.
“Fuck, yeah. That feels so goddamn good. Keep going, angel. Find it. I want you to come all over my cock.”
She let out a small whimper right before she ground down even harder on me.
Fuck.
She was impossibly wet. And I loved it.
If she didn't come soon, I would. Having a naked Francesca above me, rubbing her delicious heat on me, had me ready to explode.
I sucked on her nipple, pulling and grazing my teeth gently over that hard bud.
“Stefan,” she exhaled, and I felt the first shudder run through her.
“Yeah, angel. That's right.” My hand held onto her ass as she cried out her orgasm.
“Stefan, yes. Oh, yes.” Her body shook, and I absolutely felt her pussy pulse against my cock. Fuck, I was going to come any second.
I waited another few moments before my hands were under her armpits and I laid her down.
Just in time for me to grip my cock and jerk myself.
The moonlight shone through the window just enough so I could watch myself come on her pussy.
“Fuck,” I said, making sure I milked every drop from my cock.
My finger immediately dipped into my hot release and began shoving it up inside of her.
Because that was where all of my come belonged. Inside Francesca.
Finally satisfied that I'd gotten most of it inside her, I collapsed next to her.
My wound didn't feel all that great. But it wasn't like that time in the hospital when I nearly coded after I came all over her.
I knew I was going to be okay.
But I still felt like shit. At any rate, I thankfully had the strength to shove my arm underneath her shoulders.
I pulled her to my chest. “Fuck, you wore me out.” I smiled and touched the side of her face.
My index finger lifted that perfect chin, and I kissed my woman quickly, but fully.
“It's more fun doing that in your bed and not in my hospital bed.
Although you—naked in my hospital bed was pretty fuckin' hot.”
She lowered her head and kissed my shoulder. “Are you okay? How do you feel?” Her hand rubbed just below my bandage. Fuck, I loved that she cared.
“I'm fine. Didn't rip even one stitch that time.” I joked with her. But she didn't seem to get my humor.
“That wasn't funny. You needed surgery right after.” Francesca's voice was strained and—worried.
“Let me check you out.” She sighed and tried to get up. But that wasn't happening. Not after she'd just come all over my cock with her hot pussy and then I came all over that pussy. “Let me go. I need to check your bandages.”
I pressed her closer to me. “I'm fine.” I kissed the top of her head.
“No, I'm so much better than fine it's not even funny.
Close your eyes. I'm fuckin' tired.” My breathing was easier.
But I was definitely having some pain. Francesca was right.
I shouldn't have done that. I definitely wasn't healed up enough. Not that I was going to tell her that.
“Stefan, let me check you out for one minute,” she insisted. And I knew she wasn't going to give up on this.
I let her go. “It doesn't matter. Even if I am bleeding, I'm not going back to that place,” I told her the God's honest truth. They'd have to carry me out of here in a goddamn body bag. I wasn't willingly going back to the hospital again.
“I'll be the judge of that.” She sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.
Then she started to undo my bandages. I looked down, and it didn't look any worse than it had before.
She gently closed it back up again and pressed the tape back down.
Not that I was really paying attention. What I was looking at, however, were her fabulous breasts. Christ, she was fucking phenomenal.
“Hold on, don't move,” she said and jumped out of bed.
I watched her the whole time as she walked over to her bag on the floor. I nearly groaned out loud when she bent over.
Fuck.
That ass of hers was unfuckingbelievable. It felt great in my hands, but I hadn't seen her bare ass yet with my own two eyes. She unzipped her bag and pulled a few things out. On her way back, she unwound the tubes and crap from one of the small machines in her arms.
“What the fuck is that?” I asked, wondering what the hell she was planning on doing with that contraption and the others in her arms.
Her eyes landed on mine. “This is a blood pressure monitor. And this is a thermometer.” She pointed to one of the small machines. “And this is a pulse oximeter.”
She arrived at the side of the bed and fitted the armband around my upper arm. She proceeded to check me out with the other two machines as well.
A few minutes later, she said, “You're good.
For now. But I'll probably wake you up later to check again.” She started wrapping the tubes around the blood pressure monitor.
I picked up the thermometer and looked at it.
The small label on it said it was the property of the hospital she worked at.
She lifted all this stuff from there. Part of me was surprised at that. And another part of me wasn't.
“If you'd done all your nursing like this,” I let the back of my hand graze the top of her breast over her nipple, “I bet I would have gotten better a whole lot quicker.”
She shoved my hand away. “I'm not a nurse. I already told you that.” She stood and picked up the other two machines and walked over to the small set of drawers.
After dumping them on top, she turned around.
“Do you want anything?” The look of concern on her face warmed my fucking heart like nothing else ever had.
“Yeah, you. Get that gorgeous ass back to bed.”
But she didn't move. Instead, she bit her lip and said, “I'm going to shower first.”
Before she took one step, I said, “No, you're not. You're sleeping with me on you. And in you. And I'm sleeping with you all over me.” I informed her of how things were going to be. “If you have to use the bathroom, go ahead. But that's it. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes looked me over, and then she nodded. Thank fuck.
Once she turned the light off and slid back into bed with me, I asked her, “Do you want to be a nurse? Is that your dream?”
She snuggled into my side. “I can't go to school. I told you that already.”
My hand rubbed up and down her arm. “I know what you said. But if you could afford it, is that what you'd like to do with the rest of your life?”
She nodded immediately after that. “I think so. I've been at the hospital for six months and I enjoy it. The hours are long.” She yawned fiercely. “But it's gratifying to see people get better because of something I did. Ya know?” She yawned again, her whole body shuddering with the power of it.
“No, I don't. I have no idea why you'd want to look after a bunch of humans at their absolute worst.”
She laughed softly onto my chest. “It makes me feel useful or something. I don't know how to explain it.”
The combined musky scent of our releases filled my nose, and it drove me crazy. I wanted this woman like I'd never wanted another before in my life.
“You should go to school. Get your degree.”
She giggled and lightly touched the hair on my chest. “Okay, Stefan.
I'll do that first thing in the morning.
I'll go right down to the university and pay them with the leftover microwave popcorn and limp cucumbers.” She laughed again and shook her head.
“Maybe they'll give me a couple of apples back in change.”
My hand wandered over her curvy waist to her perfect fuckin' ass. “I'll pay for your school, Chesca,” I told her. And I meant it. It was then I realized that I'd give this woman whatever the fuck she wanted.
Anything.
She cuddled in closer to me, and it felt fucking great. A warm, soft, satisfied Francesca plastered against me.
Fuck.
If I died right now, I'd die a happy man.
“Go to sleep, honey. It's late.” She yawned again.
Christ.
Hearing her call me “honey” had caused a visceral reaction inside of me. Something I'd never felt before in my life.
Not even with Giselle.
That realization threw me for a goddamn loop. What the hell was this woman doing to me?
“I'm serious, angel. I want to pay for your school.” And I meant every word of what I'd just said. And more. Whatever she wanted—she'd get.
“You're not paying for my school. Go to sleep. You need your rest.”
I kissed her forehead and hugged her closer to me—if that was even possible. “I'm serious. We'll set it up tomorrow.”
Her head shook slowly from side to side against my chest. “You're not paying for my school. Don't be stupid.”
The chuckle that burst out of me caused her head to bounce. “I'm not the one being stupid. I can afford your tuition. If I couldn't, I wouldn't offer.”
She didn't answer back. A minute later, all I heard was a soft snore from her.
She was exhausted.
From work.
From looking after me.
And probably from a thousand other things I didn't know about.
And I was going to find out what those things were.
Tomorrow.