I squeeze her a little tighter. “It should feel good. I want you to feel safe with me. Tell me whatever you want.”
She giggles, then wriggles beneath the duvet. Greedy fingers skim over my skin, down my torso, landing in my crotch.
We’re both still naked from the night before; the memory brings me back to life, and I harden.
She nips my chest with sharp teeth. She’s just moving on top of me when her phone rings.Doctor Green.
Panic shoots through her eyes. They widen, bouncing from me to the screen. “It’s the doctor.”
“Well, answer it,” I tell her.
“But what if it’s my results?”
My heart stops beating then, my stomach dropping away, the playful moment of a few minutes ago disappearing with the ring of the phone. She straddles me naked and vulnerable, knowing this call could change our course again.
“We need to know either way,” I say. She bites her quivering lip. “So we can face it together.”
She nods, reaching for the handset. Then hits the button for speaker phone.
“Hello.”
My heart begins to beat again, harder now, racing.
“Antonia, it’s Doctor Green. Can you confirm your date of birth?”
She does.
Then, those words we’ve been terrified to hear, and yet so desperate for, come.
“It’s benign,” she says. “There’s no sign of cancer.”
There’s silence. Disbelief. Neither of us moves. Then her lips split wide. I push myself up, and she rocks backward. I snake my arms around her waist, keeping her steady. She snorts. Loud and completely unfazed. Just happy.
“Antonia,” the doctor says again. “Did you hear me?”
“Really?” Antonia stammers out, gasping between breaths. “Say it again.”
“It’s benign,” the doctor repeats. “You’re fine, Antonia.”
Her squeal comes first, then the thanks. “Thank you, Doctor.”
The call ends. Her phone misses the table, crashing onto the floor.
“You’ll need a new screen,” I tease.
“I don’t care,” she squeals, bouncing up and down on the bed. The air is knocked from my stomach, but I couldn’t care less.
She’s here. She’s fine.
And I’m not reliving the story I did before.
She’s safe with me.
Then her eyes turn dark, she pauses, and a sexy smile appears.
“Now, where was I?” she murmurs, sliding down my torso over my legs. “Oh, I remember…”
Her lips drop to my cock, taking the full length on the first try. She sucks. Not soft and gentle, demanding and needy. My dick throbs, pathetically close. She dips lower, letting me slide to her throat. Warmth from the soft velvet of her mouth.