I feel myself vibrate with need, a need to touch him, to belong to him, to feel him beneath my fingertips to reassure myself he is real. I pull him towards me, kissing him with everything I have. He cups my cheek with one hand, using the other to hold himself up, not to crush me. Even in a passionate embrace, he always seeks to protect me. “Yes.” I say against his lips, before kissing him again. “Yes.”
Garrett breaks the kiss, sliding a beautiful antique gold engagement ring on my finger. A large stone raised, two smaller stones on either side. Simple, yet elegant. “This was my mother’s ring, going back 3 generations in our family. It was left to me when my dad passed. I think it suits you perfectly.”
“Everything is perfect.” I glance at the door to my hospital room, then check the time on the clock next to the tv, finally back to Garrett. My eyes, half-lidded with need, I trace my fingers up his arm, along his collarbone and to his cheek. “Give me pleasure, please.” I lay back on the bed, seeing the confusion spread across his face. “I want to feel your love, to erase the pain and the memories. Please.”
Kicking the blanket down, I lift my hospital gown, exposing myself to him. Vulnerable but sure that he will give me what I need, what I crave. “If it helps, I am freshly showered.” I wiggle my eyebrows, earning me a tortured laugh.
He looks at the door, then back down to my pussy, licking his lips as his indecision wars within. Spreading my legs, I run my left hand down my chest, tweaking a nipple on the way to my mound. His hand reaches out, lightning fast, grabbing mine and moving it back to my breasts.
He stands, his eyes, dark pools of lust, never leave my hand that is rubbing over my nipples. As he awkwardly climbs on the bed, between my legs on his knees, he unbuckles his belt and his pants, freeing his massive erection. He strokes it a few times, before carefully raising me up on the bed, spreading my legs a little wider to accommodate him before he licks a stripe up my center with his broad tongue. I bite into my elbow to stifle my moan.
Using one hand to open my pussy for him, he thumbs my clit, his other hand pushing my gown up until he can see my tits. He growls into my center, the sound tickling me in the most delicious way. Twisting and pulling on my nipples, careful of my injuries, he brings me to the edge quickly, his tongue darting in and out of my entrance, nibbling on my clit, before going back for more.
“Garrett!” I screech out, as quietly as I can. The hand on my breast, moves down to my abdomen, holding me still to keep me from hurting myself. I cum, feeling all the stress, the tension, the memories of my assault melt away.
He sits up abruptly, stroking himself hard and fast. “You are mine, b’shert, everything that makes me whole, happy, fucking horny as hell.” I laugh, my body still coming down from my orgasm.
He grunts, and I watch mesmerized by the way his hand stutters on his length, the deep flush that overtakes his body, the muscles cording in his neck…and the way that rope after rope of his seed land on my pussy and the top of my thighs. His breathing is rapid, chest heaving. Our eyes meet and we share a secret smile. We both reach down together, giggling at our actions, as we rub his cum into my skin. Marking me, claiming me as his. His short beard glistens with my own release, showing the world he is mine as well.
Ephraim 29.
“Careful, sweetheart, lay down slowly.”
Priscilla snarls at me, narrowing her eyes into slits. “I’m a fucking nurse, Ephraim, I know what to do.” I like when she says my name all passionate and such, it just sounds better when that passion is pleasure filled, not like a petulant teenager.
She lays down, gingerly, on my bed. I brought her to the clubhouse, because we have more room for her parents and Primo’s family and I want her here. I want this to be her home, our home. She belongs here, just maybe less sulky.
“Everything fucking itches!” She screeches, batting at her legs and her stomach. “Did they lace the stitches with poison ivy?”
Eve and Primo laugh at her, while I hide behind them, are they not concerned for their lives?
“Oh, shut up you two! I seem to remember a certain someone who complained about her hoo-haw ad nauseum when the boys were born and someone else who wanted me to take dictation of his memoir for future generations when he had the fucking flu.”
“Alright, you made your point. Leave your mother’s hoo-haw out of this.” Primo says, properly chagrined. “What can we get you?”
“A chicken pita, fries, extra ranch dressing.” Priscilla smirks at Primo who just shakes his head and walks out the door.
“Anything else you need, dear daughter of mine?” Eve sits on the bed next to Priss, fussing over her blankets.
“Could you get a crane for my left arm? It’s so hard moving it with this giant rock on my finger.” Priscilla states dramatically.
“Aunt Kel is on the banned list too, now.”
“It’s not her fault she’s wickedly funny.”
“No, but it is all the boobs fault that they tell you stories from when we were younger and turn you into the worst versions of all of us combined.”
“How dare you!” Priss gasps. It’s like watching a
