The pressure in my lower belly builds, the sharp ache in my clit strengthens; when he traces my entrance with his finger, pushing it in and pulling it out quickly and repeatedly, I explode. “Garrett!” I scream his name, blindly grasping for his hair, pulling his face into my pussy while I push my hips up. He starts tapping against my thighs, then my hips, my belly, then finally he smacks my boob, startling me enough to realize I am probably suffocating him.
I immediately let go of his head and push myself back to sit up. “I’m so sorry! I almost smothered you with my vagina!”
His face is red, his beard glistens with my release as he gasps for breath. Resting his head against my thigh while he recovers. Since I know he is alive and breathing, I slide out from under him, repositioning myself so I can mouth him through his boxers.
“Priss, wait.” He tries to stop me, but I’m hungry for his cock, I want to pleasure him like he did me. I tongue his shaft, feeling it jerk against me, then pull the material of his boxers back so I can lick the head. The moment my tongue touches his naked cock, it erupts, coating my face with his cum.
“Ha!” I laugh, as he groans through his release, then falling back on the bed. “Blowjobs are easy.” I slide up beside him, wiping my face clean on his bare abs and chest as I go. I pull his arm around my shoulders and cuddle into his chest. Poor guy can’t even move.
“That is…significantly…infinitesimally better with someone else.”
“It is,” I say wiping some of the cum from around my eyes, I think it’s in my eyelashes. “Though, it’s certainly less messy by myself.”
Ephraim 18.
“El, look at you in your healthy boy bassinet.” I coo at my little guy. He’s been in the uncovered bed for the last few hours. It’s a testament to God, and modern medicine, how robust and spirited Elead is now. He’s growing like a weed and has a voracious appetite. Priscilla might not be his biological mother, but they certainly have that in common.
I smile to myself, thinking about all of us living together, and the two of them eating us out of house and home. I can’t imagine anything better. And I get to move one step closer to that in the next couple of days. I have our mohel coming day after tomorrow to perform Elead’s circumcision. Once that is done, and the doctors run one last panel of testing, I should be able to bring him home. And he will stay there, as his biological mother was found, and she signed away her parental rights.
Then, El and I can begin in earnest our campaign to woo Priscilla and get her moved in as soon as possible. It’s seems quick, especially given the upheaval in my life the last 7 months, but I genuinely believe she is my b’shert, my soulmate. It’s a soul deep feeling of contentment, a calming of the turmoil I didn’t know raged inside. Like I’d been searching and seeking out the key to unlock the rest of my life.
“Sorry, kid, I’m a bit maudlin at the moment.”
“You mean the ‘manses’?” Priscilla asks from behind me, looking over my shoulder to play peek-a-boo with Elead.
“Manses? What is that?”
“The man version of menses. You get all emotional and needy, rage-ified and maybe bloated.” She rubs her hand on my tummy, poking me to check for potential bloat.
I smack her hand away, laughing, then wrap her up in my arms. “Maybe. You should check my pants.” I release her to turn around and she pinches my side in retaliation.
“Your tate thinks he’s a funny man.” I stare at her open-mouthed until she finally looks from Elead to me. “What? I have studied a few terms in Hebrew and Yiddish. Uncle Wes was overly excited to pass along the knowledge, though I had to hang up when Aunt Mer tried to teach me the bad words.”
“I love you. You’re incredible.” I blurt out. She jumps into my arms, laughing and crying into my neck. I’m not sure how to process this reaction.
“Oh, Garrett. I love you so much. And I love Elead too.” She sniffles, clutching me tighter, inadvertently rubbing her heated pussy over my quickly growing erection. It’s not possible to be this close to her and not be aroused. Hell, all I have to do is catch of whiff of coconut or honey and I’m fighting back a boner.
“Sweetheart, we are in the hospital, you gotta get down before I mount you right here. I don’t want our first time to be so…antiseptic and bleachy.”
“But having your infant son and the children of others as an audience is acceptable?” She laughs, disentangling her limbs and dropping to the floor. I hold her still, kissing her with all the emotion I feel coursing through my veins.
Ignoring her snarky comment, I ask, “Do you want to ride home with me? I can wait for you.”
“I would love to, but I still have about two hours on my shift, I just came in to see you on my break. Also, I have a meeting with the PICU charge nurse after my shift to discuss some things.”
I eye her warily, “You mean that little boy?”
She averts her eyes, “Yeah. I can’t go into specifics, but a few things have come up." She stands up on her tip toes and kisses me again, a bit more chastely but no less passionate. “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way to the clubhouse. I can’t wait to kick everyone’s ass at poker.” She winks, sauntering out of the pod. “Love you, Ephraim.”
I groan, hearing her say my road name like that is pure sin. “Love you too, sweetheart.”
When she’s gone, I pull up a chair and take Elead out of his bassinet. “How’d we get
