*14*

I spent most of the following three days in bed while elsa continues pampering me like a little child. She cooks me soup, gets me a bunch of fresh cold meds from the pharmacy around the corner and starts reading a book about Monet's paintings to me. I enjoy her company way more than I probably should. Having her near me seems like a miracle to me. Or maybe a dream and any minute I'm going to wake up alone in my bed. When she says she needs to go to College on Friday morning, I'm tempted asking her to stay with me. I don't want to be alone.

Elsa plants a kiss on my reddened nose and then a second one on my mouth before placing a staple of magazines next to me on the bed.

"Is it okay to leave you alone for a few hours? I have this class today that I need to pass."

"Yeah sure, you've been stuck here with me for far too long. Although I have to admit that it's quite nice having you all to myself."

"I'll be back after lunch. Do you want me to bring something to eat for you? You look like you lost weight."

"I'm fine. Thank you."

"Who's Dr. Caryl?" she asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "He left a message on your phone asking you to call him back."

"Elsa, stop answering my phone. Dr. Caryl is…he's no one of importance."

"It sounded important to me when he called."

"Damn it, stop asking about that. It makes me feel awkward to discuss my surgeries with you. I'm embarrassed."

"I don't want you to be embarrassed."

She moves closer to me, placing her hand on mine. I circle my thumb over her wrist before lifting her fingers to my mouth to plant a kiss on each of her fingertips.

"I wished everything wasn't so complicated for us. I wished I was just a normal woman. I hate all this crap I have to deal with in my life."

"I'm so sorry, Anna." she whispers cuddling against me from behind. Her lips brush over my earlobe and I try very hard to concentrate on not getting hard again. "I don't like you being sad. Can't I do anything for you to help you?"

"No," I mumble. "But you can stop doing this kissing my ear thing. It's having effects on me that neither me nor you would appreciate too much."

"It's turning you on?"

Why does she sound so proud now? This girl is weird. Maybe that is why she's interested in me. Weird attracts weird like one magnet the other.

"You are going to be late for class."

"Stop distracting me. I asked you a question."

"But you don't really want to hear its answer. Yes, you turn me on. All the time and especially when you touch me like now."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't sound too sorry to me, Elsa. In fact, I'm starting to believe that you like teasing people. That's not a nice thing to do."

I pull her around, so that I'm kneeling between her slim thighs now. One of my pillows is securely placed in front of my hardening dick when I start caressing her cleavage with my fingertips.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh," I whisper, placing a kiss on her soft lips while my right hand starts fumbling with the buttons on her white blouse. Her skin is warm and velvety against my fingers and I move them lower and lower until I reach the cotton fabric of her bra.

"You are beautiful." I tell her, letting my thumb circle underneath the side of her bra. A low moan escapes her lips when I roll the tip of my finger around the pebbled tip.

"Anna, I—,"

"Shhh, no more talking, girl. Just relax. Doesn't it feel good when I touch you here?"

I roll her nipple between two fingers and she moans again, that noise sending a wave of fresh blood down to my crotch. Trying to ignore my own lust, I make her sit up long enough so that I can remove her blouse and her bra.

My mouth closes around one of her rosy nipples and I hum against her warm flesh. She smells and tastes so good. Her eyes are closed now, her eyelids fluttering while I continue worshipping her gorgeous body. I stroke her breasts that fit so perfectly in my hands and rub and lick her nipples until the tips are red and swollen.

My cock throbs against my pajama pants and I inhale sharply between my teeth when I shift around a bit on the pillow. Damn it, this would be so much better without that thing down there.

Slowly I move my lips lower on her upper body, circling the tip of my tongue around the piercing in her belly button. I want to touch her between her legs. No, I need to touch her. Two of my fingers glide up the inside of her thigh, caressing the silken skin for a few moments before I eventually dare to move my fingers higher.

She's wet. The material of her thong is damp against my fingertips. Shoving the cotton fabric to the side, I can't hold back a groan when my fingers touch her moist flesh for the first time. It feels so incredibly good to touch her. My fingertip finds the little pearl and while she whimpers and moans, I keep on stroking her here. Up and down and around and around while my other fingers rub her inner lips. When I insert the tip of one finger into her entrance I gasp at the heat and tightness inside her. She lifts her hips up, greedy for the touch of my hand. I'm the one who's making her feel like this. I'm the one who's giving her pleasure. My fingers move faster, the one inside her rubbing against her slick inner walls. Another moan leaves her lips between some panting breaths and then I feel the moist skin around my finger tightening even more around it. Her clit pulses against my fingertip as the waves of her climax make her body tremble underneath me.