Page 142 of Eternally Yours
“Silas?”
I wake suddenly to the faint voice of my wife calling me. Blinking my eyes a few times, I realize the room is slightly lit, meaning the sun is up. A quick glance at my phone indicates it’s 9:32 a.m.
“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” I reach over, passing my hand over Cecilia’s hair. Her eyes are wider than they were yesterday, and she seems a bit more alert.
“Better, but my body is achy, and I’m still exhausted. Can I take a shower? I feel disgusting and probably smell bad.” She scrunches her nose in that adorable little way that reminds me of a mouse, which makes me smile.
“Let’s see if your fever broke first, then you can take a shower.” I grab the thermometer from the bedside table and place it above her forehead. 99.8F.
“Seems you’re all good for a shower. I’ll go start the water for you.” I kiss her forehead and stand, instantly regretting sleeping in a chair. I stretch my back out, twisting from side to side and reaching up.
“Did you sleep in that chair all night?” Minnie asks from the bed where she watches me attentively.
“Well, only the few hours I slept, yeah. But it’s fine. I’ll rest up tonight in bed if you’re feeling better.” I give her a reassuring smile. I know how easily she worries.
“Silas, you could have just slept in the bed, or even the couch would have been more comfortable.”
“I didn’t want to leave your side, and sleeping in the bed felt like I was overstepping without your permission. So I stayed in the chair. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is a big deal if you’re in pain because of it the next day!” She sits up quickly, but groans at her stiff body.
I stand in front of her, placing my hands on either side of her cheeks. “Hey, take it easy. Your fever may be gone, but that doesn’t mean you’re all better now. You’re still weak and tired, so take your time. And stop worrying about me, I’m a big boy. One night of uncomfortable sleep won’t kill me.”
I kiss her head again, then walk out of the room and into the bathroom to start the shower. A minute or two later, Cecilia shows up by the door frame but leans against it, looking exhausted from the walk.
“Are you sure you’re up for a shower?” I ask, concerned as I reach for her. She puts her hands to my chest and leans in, closing her eyes for a moment.
“I really want to take one. I’m all sticky and nasty. But I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand for so long, there’s no bench in the shower like at home. Maybe you could help me?” She looks up with pleading eyes while mine grow wide.
“You want me to get in the shower with you?” I swallow thickly.
An image of my naked wife pops into my head, and my cock jerks and begins to inflate behind my zipper. He did the same thing yesterday when I changed her clothes.
Jesus, dude. This is not the time.
“Mhmm, please?” She’s not being flirty or seductive, she genuinely wants help.But my magic stick isn’t getting the memo.
My throat bobs once more, then I nod. I grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Her generous breasts bounce with the action, and I try my damnedest not to stare at them.
I discard it on the vanity, then grab her waistband and pull her pants down her thighs as I kneel before her. I hadn’t put any underwear on her last night, knowing she’s always been more comfortable sleeping without them. She grabs onto my shoulders, steadying herself and stepping out of each pant hole.
I lift my head and realize her beautiful bare pussy is hardly an inch away from my face. This time I can’t help it. I stare for as long as she’ll allow me.
I want to lean in and kiss her there. I want to grab one of her legs, place it over my shoulder, and swipe my tongue through her folds while she pulls on my hair and moans my name. I want her to come all over my tongue and into my mouth, swallowing every last drop.
Fuck, I sound like a man who’s been deprived of food for decades. And now I’m painfully hard, to the point where it feels like I’m choking. Maybe I can just lean in a bit and smell her, that would be normal, right? No, that might be weird. But fuck, I want to so badly… okay, just one sniff…
“Silas?”Shit, I’ve been staring for too long.
I clear my throat and stand, keeping my wide eyes locked on hers. “Yup. Why don’t you get in, I’ll join you in a second. Just stand against the wall if you feel too weak.”
I nod toward the shower door and guide her with an arm around her back. She steps in and waits against the tiles. I turn quickly, putting my back to her while I rip off my shirt, pull off my socks, and slip out of my jeans and boxers.
I place my fists on my hips and look down at junior.This is really not the time to stand guard, buddy. Come on, Nana. It’s your time to shine once more.
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing images of my dead grandmother to enter my mind.Hopefully it will help deflate my erection, but it seems to be failing.
“Honey? Are you okay?”
