A Box, a Woman and Time Ch. 02
Keywords: Ch., 02, A, and, a, Box,, Woman, Time,
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Inside me."
Most of the time, Shelley didn't need babysitting. She wasn't prone to drinking too much or making poor decisions. She didn't often act rashly or impulsively. And she was almost never sick.
Yet, in her time of need, Rick had been there for her, in a way no one had ever been except for her mother. Rick had babied her when she needed it, he had coaxed her on when she needed that, and when she shouldn't have been making any decisions on her own, he didn't let her.
Now she needed to feel his presence. As close as he could humanly get. This desire wasn't physical or sexual. It was emotional.
He called her "gorgeous". He said she was beautiful. He did things her boyfriend would never think to do, or had stopped doing once they had settled into a routine.
Her hands clumsily grasped at his clothes. She wasn't much help, but soon they were both naked, their bodies desperately close.
He felt cool to the touch. His lips closed on hers and they kissed eagerly. After all, it wasn't like she was going to make him sick.
She felt his tumescent sex pressed against her belly. She spread her legs in anticipation.
Rick cupped one of her breasts as he entered her.
Both of them let out a satisfied moan as he sank all the way into her.
His hand began to massage her breast and he kissed her, right behind the ear.
"No, Rick," she said. "Don't worry about me. . . . Pump that cock inside me. Cum all over me . . . I just want to feel you close to me."
Slowly, yet gently, he worked up a steady rhythm.
Their bodies pressed together. His cock made a sucking sound as he pulled out, until only the tip was still inside her.
She lost track of how long Rick was with her. He would move in and out of her for several minutes, and then he would stop, as if he were bringing himself just to the edge of orgasm, then pull back just before he came.
Shelley reveled in the closeness she felt to Rick. Her arms closed around him. It felt so good to be wanted. Needed. And to feel that for someone again.
When he could not longer take it, he gave her one final thrust. They both gasped as Shelley felt his whole body shudder with pleasure.
Her insides were coated with his warmth. She arched her back so she could take as much of him inside as would fit.
Rick's orgasm seemed to go on forever.
Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged.
Their hearts pounded together. His weight pressed her breasts flat against her chest.
"I could stay like this forever", she thought as they lay there together.
She drifted off to sleep with him inside her.
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When Shelley awoke, Rick was in bed next her. He was leaning back against a couple of pillows. His computer was on his lap and he had a couple of papers spread out around him. The TV was on, but the volume was down and the closed captioning on.
Shelley was under a mountain of covers, but wasn't hot. Her naked body was covered in sweat. Her head still hurt, but not as badly as the night before.
Rick looked over as she raised her head slightly. She brushed her hair out of her face.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." He smiled gently. "How are you feeling?"
"Like crap."
"I guess that's better than, 'like shit'." Rick set his papers and laptop on the nightstand next to the bed.
He leaned over, ignored her morning breath and gave her a proper wake up kiss. She smiled dreamily.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked.
"Just something to drink." Her throat was parched.
He reached across the nightstand and handed her a full glass of cold water. She downed it all.
Taking the glass from her, Rick set it down on the nightstand. He motioned for her to get up.
She had to lean on him for support, but she made it to the bathroom. Still naked, she went straight for the toilet and sat down. She half-expected him to leave, but he stood there expectantly.
Her bladder emptied and she let out a sigh of relief.
"You know," she said, "Most guys wouldn't stick around for that part."
"Yeah, well, Terri and I have been living together for over a year," he grimaced at the mention of his girlfriend. "I'm used to it."
"You're not one of those guys who thinks it's kinky to watch someone pee, are you?" she teased him.
"Let me think about that for a minute . . . Um . . . No."
Shelley smiled sardonically. She knew that his girlfriend and her boyfriend would come up several times over the course of the trip. "Speaking of Terri. You'll have to thank her for me."
"What for?"
"Making me sick."
Rick looked puzzled for a second. Then the recognition dawned on him. "Well, gawd-dayum. I hadn't even thought of that. I guess I should tell her she needs to go to the doctor."
"No, you shouldn't," Shelley replied quickly. At least part of her was thinking clearly.
"Why not?"
"How are you going to tell her you found out what she has? "You" aren't sick."
"Well, I'll—" he started, and then got very quiet. "You're right."
"Of course, I'm right; I'm a woman," Shelley managed to laugh. "Remember that. Now help me up."
Rick wrapped a bathrobe around her shoulders as she brushed the morning taste away and then led her back to the bed.
He started to lay her down, but she pulled him close and kissed him tenderly.
"What was that for?" he asked when she let him go.
"For being so good to me," Shelley replied. "You didn't have to, you know."
"It's my privilege, my lady." He may have been playing with her, but she couldn't think of anyone else she would rather have as her gallant knight in shining armour.
"Do you need anything to eat?" he asked.
Shelley shook her head. "I don't think I could keep anything down. I'm surprised I didn't taste dinner again last night."
"Are you going to be okay if I leave you alone?" he asked worriedly.
"I should be," she replied. She had forgotten that they were at a conference. Her boss was going to kill her if she missed a full day's worth of sessions. "What time is it? I should be getting dressed."
As she started to get up, Rick pushed her back down on to the bed.
"No," he said firmly. "You need to lay down and get back to sleep. You've already missed the first two sessions and you're in no condition to go anywhere. If I didn't have to lead an open forum, I'd stay with you all day."
"I know you would", Shelley thought to herself, and that only made her appreciate him more.
Rick went into his room and threw a polo shirt on to go with his khakis. He ran a comb through his hair and put his shoes on.
Shelley watched him gather up his things, a soft, tender look on her face.
He came by one more time and kissed her gently.
"Call me if you need anything." He set her phone next to the bed. "I'll be back at lunch. Get some sleep."
When he kissed her again, she pulled him close and stuck her tongue down his throat. She might only be feeling about sixty-percent, but her desire for him was only heightened.
For a moment, she thought she wouldn't let him go, but he pulled back and walked to the door. He flashed her a quick smile then was gone.
Shelley closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Throughout the afternoon, Shelley faded in an out of consciousness. Rick came back to the room at lunch. He brought her some apple juice and two cups of soup. The chicken noodle wasn't quite like mom use to make, but it was close enough. They both took another round of amoxicillin and then she went back to sleep.
By the time he returned from the day's seminars, Shelley was awake and feeling much better. Her fever had broken and the throbbing in her head was mostly just a dull ache.
Rick came through the door looking ragged. He didn't get a lot of sleep the night before. When they finally got back to the Bellagio, Shelley had tossed and turned all night, so on top of being up at 1 in the morning with her at the doctor's, her restlessness had cost him some sleep, too.
Even though he had skipped out on two of the morning sessions, he had to go the others. He dropped his book bag by the door, then threw his wallet and keys on the desk next to his laptop.
He smiled weakly at her. "How are you doing?"
"Much better," Shelley replied. "Thanks to you. How do you feel?"
"I'll be fine. I just need to get off my feet for a minute."
"Wait! Don't sit down yet," Shelley said, scrambling out of the bed. She was still wrapped in the bathrobe and she dragged Rick into the bathroom.
"Honey, I—," he started.
"Shhh." She kissed him before he could say anything else. "It's my turn to take care of you."
Shelley let her robe fall to the floor. Then she went to the tub and started the hot water running. She was sure to be extra dramatic in bending over to give Rick a good long look at her shapely legs and round backside.
Once the tub started to fill, she turned and faced Rick. His gaze first went to the breasts that hung between them. Then he looked up and straight into her eyes.
She smiled at him. A warm smile she reserved for only her closest friends and family.
Her hands went to his belt buckle and soon his pants were on the floor. His boxers followed and so did his shirt.
Shelley took a moment to admire his handsome body. He was 27 years old and his metabolism was still going strong. He had a full, muscular frame that would one day sport a paunch around the waist and some flab, but for now, he was perfect. At least as far as Shelley was concerned.
After putting her hair up with a scrunchy, she stepped into the large jacuzzi tub and motioned for Rick to join her. She leaned back, and Rick sat in front of her. He leaned back, pressing his back against her chest.
The tub continued to fill with hot water as Shelley nibbled on Rick's ear and neck.
He just closed his eyes, savouring the feel of her lips on his skin.
She put her arms around him and held him tight.
Finally the tub was full. They were mostly submerged in the steaming hot water.
Rick had his head back against her shoulder. She kissed his cheek and he smiled slightly.
Reaching over, she pressed a button on the side of the tub.
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Keywords: Ch., 02, A, and, a, Box,, Woman, Time,