“I am here, Charles” was all that she said.Two heavy, padded, hospital visitors’ chairs lined the wall, and Sally struggled to move one to the side of the bed for her mother.“It’s quite alright, Sally. Leave it there by the wall. It will give your father more space around him.”The two women sat and waited, a wife and a daughter. The wife calm, composed, her eyes free from tears and frequently looking at the face of the man she loved. The daughter, restless, anxious, her heart full but not yet spilling out the grief within her.Sally fidgeted and paced the room, looked on the shelves of the bedside cabinet, read the various ‘Get Well’ cards, pulled open the drawer and found it empty except for her fathers toilet items. His old shaving brush and razor. His preferred brand of soap and toothpaste. His toothbrush. She almost broke into sobs at the sight of the personal items, used daily for God only knew how many years. There too, was his pen and a blank sheet of paper. He must have been. He switched his attention to her left breast. He licked her nipple gently (and she involuntarily thrust her pelvis towards him), then blew on it gently (she shivered), finally began kissing it. As with the right, he took his time, letting his tongue play with the hard knob in his mouth, with his lips wrapped around the softness of her breast. To say that Andrea felt ecstasy would not be accurate, for whatever she thought ecstasy meant was far outdone by the feelings she had now. She felt like she was losing herself, that she was his to do with as he pleased. Alessandro spent a long time on her breasts, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other, feeling insatiable. Every time he left one, Andrea felt abandoned but then as he started kissing the other, she felt amazed all over again at how good it felt. No man had taken such pleasure in her breasts before. They were now even fuller, her nipples red and wet, her face flushed. Alessandro looked at her and thought she was a goddess..
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