Page 58 of Reaching Hearts
We break into laughter.
“Go tell her not to come in.”
“I can’t do that! Can you imagine?”
He works to control a smile and cocks his head to the door. “Do it. Go tell her.”
“Oh my God. Am I really doing this? I am. I am really doing this.” I stand, but stop and turn to look down at the popped up blanket. I lean over and touch him through it, rubbing until he groans.
In a voice that melts my panties into oblivion, he growls, "Hurry."
Taking a deep breath, I walk out to find the nurse. As luck would have it, one is approaching the room, wearing pale yellow scrubs and holding a stack of thin blankets. “Excuse me. Are you Josephine Miller?”
Used to people knowing her name since they write them in every room they're assigned to, her pale features register only an inkling of surprise before it vanishes. “Yes?”
I glance back to the door, hesitating. “Could you not come back for a little while?”
Her eyebrows come together. “I’m sorry?”
“Brendan is a Buddhist and he needs to do some chanting and meditation... to heal. So, could you give him like, twenty minutes?”
Her arms fall slightly and she has that powerless expression everyone gets when you confront them with the freedom of religion. “Oh, sure. Of course. Twenty minutes?” She looks at her watch.
"That should do it, yep. Thanks so much,” I smile, turning to open the door again.
Inside, he watches me close the door. “That was fast.”
“She’s giving us twenty minutes.”
He scoffs. “Give me a break. I can go longer than that.”
Shoving the chair against the door as a deterrent-barrier, I turn and smile. "I have no doubt." I slide my blouse off and toss it on the chair, quickly unsnapping my flesh-colored bra, throwing that too. I walk to stand a tantalizing distance out of his reach. I pick up my breasts from the outsides and bring them together to let them fall freely, perky nipples hardening under his hungry gaze.
“Now your shoes,” he says, his voice husky.
I kick them off, one at a time, wiggling my toes.
He doesn’t smile. “Now your pants.”
The hot feeling in my panties lets me know I’ve just begun to gush. I slip my fingers into the waist of my black slacks and run them along until they meet in front of my belly button on the belt. With my eyes locked on him, my lips opened suggestively, I undo the belt with agonizing slowness. I slide it off and hold it high in the air before dropping it to the ground with a crack. Unzipping my pants with a roll of my hips, I slide them off and step out of them.
He raises his gaze up, locking eyes with me with a fiery intensity that makes me breathless. “Now take off that tiny piece of fabric that’s barely covering you.”
I slide my right hand into the front of my thong and slip my middle finger into the warm, slippery folds of my pussy. He watches. It’s driving him wild to have me this far away and he reaches into his blanket for his rock hard cock, giving it a good stroke. I pull out my finger and his eyes follow my hand as I bring it up to my mouth and suck on it behind a slow smile.
The intensity in his eyes darkens. “You’re amazing.”
I step out of my panties and climb onto the bed, straddling him and pulling down the blanket and up the gown, looking at the crimson fullness of him, the tip larger than the shaft, the small tear-shaped hole deep, dark red. I cover his hand with mine and press it up and down so that we’re both stroking him, my hand guiding his, or maybe the other way around. I don't know. It just flows. Careful not to touch his ribs, we kiss, our lips moving as slow as honey dripping on a winter’s day. He groans into my mouth as I nibble on his tongue, rising up a bit on my knees. We both guide the tip of his cock to me, and he pushes my hips back and forth a little, giving me the cue to follow. With the tip of him rubbing inside my folds, against my oh-so-sensitive little bean, I move my hips in teeny, tiny circles. The sweet burning raw fire lashes through me as we rub him against me. I let go of his mouth and look into his eyes as I slide my body down onto him, taking all of him in me, our hands clasping one another and our fingers entwining into a tight grip.
His right arm stays by his side, but I can tell he wants to move it. I shake my head and let him know with a look, that this is perfect just as it is. I rise and fall, sliding up and down on him. I move my hips so he gets as deep as he can go, all the way in. He’s like a silky, hard iron pole and I can feel him throbbing inside of my body. I'm enjoying every penetrating drop of my hips.
He runs his fingers up my side sending up an electric current up me that makes me moan. He picks up one of my breasts as only an expert lover knows how to, holding it and caressing the nipple with his thumb, lightly, driving me crazy. I let my head fall back as he watches my body move on him, rising up and down, slowly. He groans, and I feel the blood pulse harder into him, feel him filling me up even more. Quietly, biting my lips so as not to scream out, I writhe under the release of the ache, the shivering rocking through me. His lips open and his eyes shut as he groans, his body shooting into me. Oh so slowly, I move up and down to draw it out of him like torture, until we’re both kissing and he says on a gasp, "I can't believe it."
“What?" I say, trying to catch my breath.
“I feel something with you that I don’t think I’ve ever felt.”
I blink, overcome. “I feel exactly the same way.” My eyes close with emotion as he comes in to kiss me again. The kiss is gentle and loving and stopped short by the chair being jarred by the door, as someone tries to open it.
“Not again,” Brendan mutters, pulling up the thin blanket around me. “Hold on!!!” He yells, then, “Ow.”
“Oh no…” I touch his chest. “That hurt?”
He smiles at me. "It's okay."
Whoever it was, heard him, and a voice says, through it, “Brendan?”
His eyes go wide. “Mom? Mom, hang on!!”