28 Waking up

My mouth tastes and feels like a piece of dried out leather. My headache is gone but my body still feels weak. I roll over and notice a warm body in bed with me, sleeping. I open my eyes and am taken aback by the golden hair that rests on the pillow next to me.

"Sarina?" I hoarsely whisper, looking around not sure if I'm dreaming or not. I reach out and take the bottle of water next to the bed and drink the whole thing, before sliding out of the bed to use the bathroom on weak legs. It's two in the morning, so I crawl back into bed, and curl up next to Sarina.

She's really here, but why? Did Lirael tell her I was sick so she came over to take care of me?

My tired and confused mind contemplates those questions as I drift back to sleep, grateful that she was there anyways.

I awaken to her stirring, but groan and reach out for her to stay near me. She rolls over and I know she's looking at me, but I continue to act like I'm sleeping still. I feel her palm lay across my brow, and hear her relieved sigh.

"Your fever broke, thank god." She whispers, running her fingers through my hair, softly as if she didn't want to wake me up.

I stretch, pulling her closer to me, nuzzling my face into her chest and let out a deep breath. Which causes me to cough and groan and turn my head down away from her.

"Brian?" She must know I'm awake now.

"Hmm?" I hum my response, not wanting her to possibly get up and leave. Holding on to a few more minutes with this woman that makes me feel complete.

"Are you hungry? I can heat you up some soup that Lirael made for you." She offers.

I shake my head no, because I don't want her to get up. "Let me dream some more.." I mumble out, sounding more asleep than I felt.

"You're not dreaming, I'm here, silly." She giggles.

"Then stay with me.." I say a bit more coherently. "I missed you." I begin to rub her back with my hands, squeezing her sides gently.

"Brian, open your eyes, please." She asks quietly, making me slowly open them and pull my head back to look at her.

"Do I look as bad as I feel?" I ask quietly, when I see the concern etched on her face.

She lets out a humorless laugh, rubs my arm and shakes her head. "No, you're still handsome, you can just tell you've been sick. Your skin color is still very pale. You had me worried yesterday though." She says her hand going back up to play with my hair.

"What day is today?" I ask, generally confused and not sure myself.

"It's Saturday. I came over yesterday after Lirael asked me to. No one had been able to reach you and we were worried. She had things to take care of today for the wedding, so she asked me to stay just in case you got worse and needed to go to the hospital. You really were not doing good."

I take a shaky breath, "Wow, I don't even remember anything after Lance helped me out Thursday night. They both came by and gave me meds and soup after Lance called to find out if we were working out or not." I shake my head, "I lost a whole day?"

She sits up and grabs something from the side table. She hands me a pill and tells me to take it, that Lirael brought it by. I take the pill, drink some more water and sit up as well.

"I honestly was not expecting to see you here when I woke up." I finally get out after sitting there a few minutes in awkward silence.

She crosses her arms in front of her chest and lets out a heavy breath, "Yeah, I can understand why this is a surprise. I owe you an apology." She rubs her arms before continuing. "I'm sorry for saying this was a mistake, that ... we were a mistake. I was just upset. My parents are a sore spot with me. I prefer not to speak about them to be honest."

I nod, "Alright. I apologize too, I may have took it too far in my questioning. I was just so eager to help your brother, I wasn't paying attention as well as I should have, to your reactions too."

I look up and remember the painting that my secretary gave me for my birthday. Seeing it, I'm reminded that she painted us, but sold it. I lay back down and close my eyes. Not willing to let her see the hurt in them.

"Brian?" She asks me gently.

"Yes?" I ask her as I feel her lay back down next to me.

"I really am sorry. Are you still upset with me about Monday?"

"I'm still really tired, Sarina." I open up my arm and allow her to snuggle up next to me. I sigh, "I'm not upset about Monday." Is all I say.

She wiggles against me and says, "You seem upset though.... oh that pill, you probably should have took it with a little bit of food!" She sits up and grabs the box, reading the instructions, before laying back down.

"It doesn't say to take with food, are you sure you're not hungry? You didn't eat anything yesterday?" Her concern is evident even without me looking at her face.

Sighing, I sit up, "Fine, I'll eat some soup." I say moving to get out of the bed in my shaky legs.

Sarina jumps up and runs to my side of the bed, catching me before I lost my balance. Good thing she did, cause the blood rushed from my head and my vision went black for a moment.

"Maybe you should stay in bed a little longer?" She recommends, but I'm quick to shake my head.

"No, I need to use the bathroom and take a shower." I inform her, curtly.

She grows timid, retracting from me slowly, "Oh sorry, I'll just go warm up the soup then. Holler if you need me." She walks out of the room, while I hobble to the bathroom.

I turn the shower on, and have to sit down on the shower bench that I have. I felt really weak, sitting under the hot water, even though my cock was springing to life.

A minute later, Sarina steps in to the bathroom naked and upon sight of her voluptuous curves, my cock went instantly hard.

She steps inside the shower and hesitates to ask, "Would you... like me to help you?"

Knowing how weak I am right now, I let her know, "Yes, please. The only thing that wants to work right now is my cock it seems." I chuckle as she turns pink, now caught looking at it.

"Well, it can wait it's turn." She smiles and pick up the shampoo and begins to massage my scalp, standing in front of me and the water spray.

I groan and lean against her stomach, letting her ease the ache in my neck and head. She takes the shower head and moves behind me.

"Lean your head back." She rinses my hair, gently, making sure no soap got into my eyes. She puts the shower head back and takes my loofa, soaping it up and begins scrubbing my body. She takes her time, making sure every part of me is clean. Scrubbing my legs and feet, rinsing the loofa, and soaping it up again and tells me to hold onto her shoulders and scrubs my ass and then between my legs. She gently washes my balls and cock, my cock that had calmed down minutes ago, grows again with her soft touch. She helps me walk a step forward, so I can rinse off, her hands helping the water to get rid of the soap. She caresses my cock to get the soap off, making me groan with need.

"Sarina..." I gasp breathlessly, "you're making me want you even more."

She glances at my eyes, before looking at my lips, she leans forward but I pull back.

"I don't want you to get sick." I inform her.

She leans back closer but places a kiss on my cheek instead. She trails her lips to my neck, and my legs begin to shake.

"Sarina..." I warn her.

She pulls back and sets me down on the bench again and turns the water off. She grabs a towel, wraps it around her self. Then grabs another and comes in to help dry me off and wraps the towel around my waist and helps me to the bed. She sets me up in bed, in just a towel, and goes to the kitchen to get the soup. I take the first spoonful, but quickly just pick up the bowl and drink it back, suddenly famished.

As soon as I'm done, she takes the bowl back to the kitchen and comes back, clean sheets and comforter in hand. I stand as she quickly pulls the sheets and changes them out. She helps me back into the bed, naked, before she drops her towel and climbs back in next to me. The more she does the better I start to feel. My cock has wanted to continue to grow off and on, leaving me with a chubby as I sit up in the bed. With her next to me, she places a kiss on my cheek again, and curls her body against mine.

I groan, as her lips start kissing other parts of me, starting off with my chest and working up to my neck. My cock starts to grow hard again, her hand landing on it to stroke.

"Sarina... I'm too weak to do anything.." I moan, as her mouth works on my neck.

"It's okay, just let me do all the work. I want you to just enjoy yourself." She whispers and moves her mouth down to my cock, sucking it into her mouth. Taking my breath from my lungs at the warmth her mouth gives as she engulfs me.

"Fuck, Sarina." I gasp, watching her work my cock in her mouth, slurping and working it into her throat. My hand works its way into her hair as I watch her make my cock disappear into her. Her mouth feels divine, her tongue moving around my cock in her mouth. When she starts to gag, I hold her head gently down, feeling that throat of her contract around my cock, before letting her up to breathe.

She pulls my cock from her mouth, and throws a leg over me, lowering her self over my cock.

"Oh god! I love the way you fill me up." She moans as she works me into her.

I grit my teeth as she bobs her ass up and down my length. "Fuck, did you get tighter?" I ask feeling her squeeze my cock with her walls.

She giggles, "No. I just haven't touched myself since you have. I tried and it felt.... lacking." She blushes as she moans once her body takes me in the rest of the way.

My hands slide up over her hips, gripping them as she begins to rock those hips.

"Oh.. damn, Sarina. You stroke my ego and my cock at the same time, so damn perfectly." I lean my face against her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples as she moves on me.

"I mean it though, Brian. You have filled my thoughts in more ways than that this past week. I painted something beautiful for you, but my coworkers accidently sold it because it was near some others that were for sale."

My eyes meet hers and flash to the painting on the wall, and she chuckles.

"Yes, imagine my surprise when I saw the painting I was upset over being sold, was hanging up on your wall." She slows down her movements, panting as she looks over her shoulder at the painting.

"I love it, Sarina. It's beautiful." I tell her, moving my hand up to hold the back of her neck, "God, I want to kiss you so badly." I tell her, looking at her lips.

"How did you get it?" She asks, placing a kiss on my cheeks.

"My secretary bought it for my birthday, because I bought your other works that I saw on our date night for the office. She knew I liked your work, so she bought what she saw there."

"She?" She leans back, a question in her eyes.

"Yes, SHE is also sixty years old."

Sarina blushes, ashamed at her assumption.

"Looks like it made it to me, even without you having to give it to me." I smile at her, making my earlier emotions regarding the picture disappear.

Her hips begin to move faster, a little cry escaping her lips. I want to swallow those cries, throw her on her back and take her to heaven and back, but know that my strength is not there.

As she continues to make those little cries, moving faster, her walls clenching tightly on my cock, I know she's getting closer.

"Yes, Sarina, oh please cum on my cock. I want to feel it." I gasp, as her moans become clipped and her breathing heavy. I grip her ass spreading her cheeks apart.

"Oh, Brian!" She cries out , "I'm so close." She pants, looking at my lips, "I don't care, I need to kiss you." She says, before her lips land on mine, keeping it chaste, but passionate still.

I feel it coming, her walls, fluctuating the muscles as she begins to climax. "Yes, Sarina." I gasp as her lips leave mine.

She cums hard on my cock, screaming my name, making my heart flutter at the sweet sound.