Page 29 of Keeping Her Under
She looks like a goddess to be worshipped, and I vow to care for her just like this every day of her life. Whatever she wants, whatever she needs – I will supply it. She deserves no less.
Stopping by her bedside, I reach for her hand. My fingers thread through hers like strings of fate.
Like seeing a dog in a kennel and knowing it’s yours or stopping to pick up one shivering on the side of the road. There are things that call to us sometimes, but too many of us only listen when it’s directed at animals. At things we don’t think can hurt us.
But what is love if it’s not worth the risk of pain?
For her, I will risk everything.
“You will never be alone again,” I murmur as I stroke her cheek with my knuckles. Digging the folded up tissue out of my pocket, I spread it open and rub my dried cum onto her lips. Then I push it inside her open mouth, careful not to knock the endotracheal tube feeding her oxygen.
I let her consume me.
Own me.
Take me as I’m about to take her.
My cock hard and throbbing, I finally pull my finger out of her mouth. Then I suck it into mine. I shudder. I pant. I moan.
Glancing at the closed doors, I freeze, thinking I can hear someone approaching. My heart beats loudly. My skin shivers with anticipation.
But when nothing happens, I quickly grab the bottom of Summer’s hospital gown and hike it up her legs. Pulling my finger out of my mouth, I slip it into my pants and rub the tip across my leaking head. Gathering as much precum as I can, I push my soaking wet finger into her pussy.
All the way in.
My balls draw tight.
I curl my finger, and just like that I come.
Fuuuck.
Breathing heavily through my nostrils, grinding my teeth so I don’t make a noise, I stroke her pussy lips a couple more times before withdrawing my hand. Then I gather up all the cum I spilled in my boxers, and I push it into her aching, empty pussy.
“Soon,” I murmur as I kiss her cheek. “I’ll fuck you like you deserve.”
The sound of the doors opening has me jerking upright. I pull my finger out of her and quickly straighten her gown. Then I shove the dirty napkin back into my pocket. I’m standing upright, with my focus on the monitor as the curtains are pulled open.
My heart is racing in my chest. My palms are damp. Will the nurse notice her gown isn’t as perfect as it was? Will she assume Summer moved a bit? Or can she smell the cum in my pants? I glance down discretely to see if any of it’s leaked through.
And a small stain stares back at me.
Shit.
But I can’t just run out of here. That’ll be too suspicious.
“Dr. Slader,” the nurse says. “I can come back –”
“No,” I say, letting my voice twist with guilt. “Take care of her, please.”
Forcing myself to move casually, I walk out of Summer’s room. The cum sticking to my hairs is starting to dry, and I convince myself that the nurse isn’t about to give my girl a bath. They normally do that in the morning, and patients rarely get more than one a day.
So she won’t find my cum in her.
She won’t call the police.
Everything will be okay.
And yet, my heart is still racing long after I’m out of the ICU.
