Page 52 of Keeping Her Under
But I will not come before her.
She deserves to be put first for once in her life.
“I love you,” I rasp as I bury my tongue into her pussy, then join it with my fingers. Once my hand is sopping wet, I slip the tip of my ring finger into her ass and fuck her slowly as I lick between her lips. I use my other hand to work her pussy again, and for the first few minutes, it’s an awkward dance between my hands and mouth, but eventually I get into a groove. I push my finger deeper into her ass. I curl the three digits I have in her pussy. I hum on her clit as I keep my eyes on her face.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I whisper against her flesh. “So deliciously perfect.”
My cock seeps with denied need. With torturous desperation.
“And you’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to show me how much your soul sings for me even when you’re in a coma.”
Her eyes open, and I suck in a breath as I freeze. I can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but get lost in her beautiful hazel eyes. She wants me. I can see it in her soul.
She wants me to keep going.
“Don’t stop.”
“Make me come.”
“Make me squirt all over your face.”
Stumbling over myself, I lick and fingerfuck and suck. I rub my palm against her pussy. I lick my way up to suck on her tits. I stretch up further, my fingers slipping out of her as I kiss her on the lips.
Her eyes widen as I feed her the taste of her arousal. Grabbing my cock, I line it up with her wet pussy. I hiss in a breath as the mere feel of her around the tip of me is nearly enough to make me come.
“I need you to come for me,” I beg against her lips. “I can’t hold on anymore. Please, baby, come for me.” I push inside her slowly as I fondle her tits in both my palms. I pinch her nipples as I fill her with my cock. “Let me come with you,” I cry. “I need you. Please. I need you to come with me.”
I fuck her so painstakingly slowly. I’m trying so hard not to disappoint her. To take care of her like she deserves. But my balls are so fucking blue, and my entire body seems to be fighting me on this. “I love you,” I rasp.
Her heart monitor starts to kick up. The hairs on my nape rise. If someone other than Ryan is at the nurse’s station right now, they’ll notice the change in her ECG. Then they might come to check on her.
Clenching my jaw, I force myself to still.
Pulling on every ounce of my control, I slip out of her and off the bed. Grabbing my pants off the floor, where I chucked them earlier as I ate her out, I dig the phone out of my pocket and shoot Ryan a text.
Unknown: Tell me when you’re the only one at the desk. Be good the rest of tonight, and we’ll let your mother go without a scratch on her.
I look over at Summer as I wait for a response. Her eyes are closed again; she’s slipped back into her coma. She’ll come in and out of it for a few minutes here and there. Her eyes will open. Her fingers might twitch. But it’s questionable whether or not she’s aware. Some patients are able to recall what happened to them and can remember entire conversations though. Will she?
Will she wake up already knowing I love her?
My chest tightens, wanting today to already be tomorrow.
No.
Not tomorrow.
I don’t want to waste a single second I could spend with her.
My phone buzzes, and I look down to see a new text.
Ryan: Everyone’s gone. Only have a few minutes tho as Jo’s only on a smoke break. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t hurt my mom.
Unknown: Kill any alarms from Summer’s room.
The risk of him being caught is high – especially since all cardiac monitors are also watched by an off-site tech.
Ryan: I’ll lose my job! They’re already suspicious about all the coding happening on my shifts.
