He stopped kissing me to moan, his eyes closing. Okay. So he liked that. I did the whole thing again. “Am I doing it how you like it?”
“Anything your sweet hand does to me there, Alatheia, I like.”
Okay, but that didn’t tell me anything. “How do you like it?”
He took my hand in his. “You can grip me harder.” He put our joined hands on his cock—easier to think that word than say it. “And when you get to the top, cup me there for just a few seconds. If you want to, you can also play with my balls. Or don’t do any of it because I think I might be delirious in a second and there is nothing you can do I won’t like. I promise.”
People put their mouths on it. This much I knew. I didn’t think I was ready. I would need to be braver. It wasn’t about them; it was about me.
I did as he instructed, up and down the way he wanted, increasing the pressure each time. When I could, I squeezed his balls. He kissed and kissed me. His sighs and moans would come right into my mouth, like I got to taste them.
Inside, I got heated. No, I couldn’t do anything right now, but boy did I want to. I squirmed, and he pulled me closer, running his hands on my stomach now, coming close to my waist but not under it. My breasts ached, my nipples were hard against my bra, which we hadn’t taken off.
I smiled against his lips. “I love this, and I love you.”
As I spoke, he jerked, a sigh releasing from his mouth that almost sounded like an ache. He came in my hand. Oh wow. It was warm, a little bit sticky, and it went on longer than I would have imagined it would.
He closed his eyes tightly, our foreheads pressed together. I didn’t stop my strokes, and he moaned toward the end. “Thank you. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too.”
He kissed me, once, twice, a third time. “When you’re feeling better, if you’re ready, I am going to make you feel how you just made me feel. Over and over again.”
I smiled at him. “This made me feel good, too. Giving you pleasure?”
“You’re like an angel I imagined.” Phoenix pulled away from me, getting up to go into his bathroom. He came back, wiping himself with one towel and handed me another. I cleaned up my hand and he took both towels and put them in the laundry. “Come on. Let’s nap in the other bed.” He yawned. “I may think I dreamed this.”
He put his underwear back on.
Oh, yes that made sense. We’d kind of made a mess in this bed. I grinned. Things I’d never thought about when I pictured this kind of thing. I got up and he scooped me up, putting me in the other bed.
I giggled, which he must have liked because he kissed my lips over and over. “You never cease to be a miracle. I kept saying that when you were gone. That I had lost my miracle. The doctors didn’t argue. Everyone here has a miracle in their lives, but none are as amazing as you.”
I wasn’t even sure what to say to that. A miracle? I really didn’t feel that way. I still had my cap on that I’d shoved on outside. I hadn’t even thought about it, but Phoenix took it off my head. “Wasn’t going to bring that up earlier but unless you’re cold, keep it off. You don’t need to walk around like you have something to hide.”
He put it between us. “Pretty sure I’m going to disagree with you and wear it a lot.”
“Okay. You’re right, of course. I just hate that you think that you have to.” He winced. “Getting bossy?”
We were wrapped back up with each other, and I was too tired to care that he had gotten that way. “You’re forgiven.”
“Thank you.” Our foreheads touched the way that they had been before. This time when our eyes closed, I drifted off easily. I was comfortable, warm, and able to ignore the cramping that was happening. I was just happy to care. That had just happened.
I woke to the alarm which I rolled over to turn off but Phoenix didn’t. He was silent and out cold. I ran my hand through his hair. It was soft and a little bit longer than I remembered it from before I was taken.
His eyes opened a little bit into slits. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, time for us to get up.”
He sat up with a groan. “Sorry, I didn’t hear it. You knocked me right out, hard. I slept like it was night.” He rolled me under him and kissed me all over my face. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He had said he wanted to have a hard conversation. Did he want to do that now?
It didn’t seem he did because he got busy kissing me for a long moment.
A knock sounded. “Hey, I heard talking. You two up?” It was Barrett.
Phoenix lifted his head. “I think I’ve taken my max of Alatheia alone time for the day.” He rolled off of me and grabbed my shirt which he handed to me. I hadn’t even thought about it.
