“You smell good.”
“Yeah? It’s called forty-eight-hour shift.”
“I take it back. You need a shower.”
He chuckled, and it really was a nice laugh. “I forgot to compliment your dress. It really brings out the color of your eyes.”
“Ass.”
“No, but several people saw yours.”
I grumbled.
“I saw,” Calvin continued.
“Oh? Acceptable?”
“Very,” he purred.
It was my turn to laugh, and I tightened my hold on him. I looked down, staring at our locked hands and studying the splatter of freckles across his skin. “I love your freckles.”
“Funny.”
“I’m not teasing,” I answered.
Calvin raised his head, and with his face so close to mine, I could make out all of his rugged beauty. Handsome, classic-looking—a study of monochromatic artwork.
I freed my hand from his to touch his cheek, tracing the spots with my fingertip. “I think you’re one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen,” I whispered. I carefully moved my finger to his lips. “Freckles on your lips too.”
Calvin smiled lopsidedly. “Everywhere,” he agreed.
“I hoped so.”
He stared at me a moment longer before leaning in and gently pressing his mouth to mine. Our tongues met and caressed while his fingers toyed with my nipple through the hospital gown. My breathing hitched, and he tenderly nipped my lower lip.
I moaned.
“Like that?” he whispered, pinching the nipple.
I sucked in a breath. “Yeah.”
Calvin kissed me again, taking his time as he explored my mouth. His hand left my chest and moved down to rub my stiffening cock. “Want me to finish?”
“Y-You don’t need to,” I managed, fighting every screaming nerve in my body.
He grinned and pushed the blankets aside. Calvin moved down the hospital bed enough to tug my gown up and take my entire length into his hot, perfect mouth. He bobbed up and down, finding just the right speed and pressure I needed.
It didn’t take long. I was tired and pent up and halfway to coming before he even put his mouth on me. I bit my knuckles to keep from crying out, weakly thrusting up and pushing his head down at the same time.
“Cal,” I whispered. “Oh God….” My stomach muscles tightened, and my skin prickled with sweat all over. I was standing on the ledge, closer, closer, ready to fall off, waiting for the final push—and then there was an explosion and I was tumbling, screaming all the way down.
Calvin had his hand over my mouth as he milked the last of my orgasm. He raised his lips from my softening erection, licking them. “No crying out,” he said with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “Not here, anyway.” He pulled my gown back down and put the blankets back over us.
I grabbed his shirt, tugged him back to me, and kissed him, tasting myself on him. “What about you?” I asked against his lips.
“I’m fine.” He smiled and stroked my hair gently before lying down against my chest again.
I was dimly aware of the press of his erection against my leg, but I was sated and tired and so was he, and I fell into one of the most comfortable sleeps I’ve had in a long time.
