“Oh, Angela, good evening!” the ward nurse greeted me. “You just missed Christine.”
“How is he this evening?”
“About the same.” She straddled the line between raising hope inappropriately, and crushing it.
“Well, I’ll sit with him for a while.”
I walked quietly into the semi-private room and felt my heart soar as I saw the recumbent figure stretched out in the bed. The quiet beep of the monitors alternated with a muted whirring as air bladders beneath the covers slowly inflated and relaxed. I carefully brushed a lock of sandy hair away from closed eyes before sitting down.
We hadn’t been the only people to have their holiday relaxation marred by misfortune. Kyle Brown had tried one too many stunts on his motorcycle; his helmet had saved him from immediate death, but not the blunt force trauma associated with hitting a car at high speed.
He and My Lloyd had died nearly together, but where doctors couldn’t repair a ruptured abdominal aortic aneurism, they could preserve a body and give a mind time to heal. I still didn’t know for sure what had happened, or how, but our dinner revelations had clarified some matters for me. I didn’t think I was imagining things.
I was as sure as I could be that My Lloyd would awaken soon, just as surely as Christine and Michael Brown knew the hysterical brunette in the bikini they’d met in the waiting room was their son’s girlfriend. Maybe there was another girlfriend out there, but that was a problem for another day.
My fingers crept under the light blanket until they found His manhood, slightly erect. Maybe it was risking infection, but the nurse had absentmindedly removed the catheter earlier in the evening, the same way she’d replace it after I’d left. “Oh, Lloyd,” I whispered, squeezing lightly and feeling a touch light-headed as He inflated inside my grip.
The flesh didn’t feel exactly the same to my touch, but my rising need was oh-so-familiar. I looked around again, making sure we were alone. “Please, Master, I need you,” I begged, disobeying His express command so I could feel the word on my lips. I milked Him to full rigidity, feeling the responsiveness that came from youth and hormones.
I couldn’t prevent myself from folding back the blanket and gown to expose Him in all His proud glory. I felt the wetness in my panties as I leaned forward to kiss His turgid organ and tease the sack beneath it with my tongue. I knew I should go more slowly, be more deliberate, but it had been nearly two weeks since He’d gifted me with His seed, and I was going crazy with desire.
Probably it was unnecessary, but I’d refused to relieve myself with actual intercourse if I couldn’t go to it knowing He had marked me as His. Mr. Sullivan had packed the lounge for a week as I’d done my best to tease my audience and myself to orgasmic forgetfulness. Not even Rose’s delicious convulsions after I’d tied her up and tanned her ass had been enough to quench my need.
No longer. I shifted so I could take Him in my mouth, using the strokes I knew brought Him the greatest pleasure. He grew larger still, and I urged Him closer to release with all the skill and desire at my command.
Finally my fast was ended by massive ropes of spunk that flooded my mouth — more than I could remember having ever received from Him. I tried my best to hold it, but couldn’t avoid crying out and jerking with the force of my own orgasm. It ran through my entire body, heating me from curled toes to fluttering eyelids, the way that only His ecstasy did.
“Is everything all right in here?”
I realized I’d set off the alarms and the nurse was staring at me. Hurriedly I swallowed His delicious treasure, hoping I hadn’t left too much on my face, and forced myself to stand up.
She wasn’t focused on me, after all. Both of us stared at the hazel eyes that looked up at me in wonderment.
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