Long Term - Chapter 6

Adam leaned his head against my hand and pressed his lips to my palm.

Keep going. He didn't have to say that twice.

I concentrated on the incredible thin skin below his ear, where I knew he was exceptionally sensitive. Taking my sweet time I kissed, nibbled and licked the spot until he practically writhed beneath me—if you could call the movement of his shoulders that. It came pretty close anyway. His breathing was rapid, his eyes glassy.

"God, I missed you too, Rachel," he gasped.

Smiling, I unzipped his hoodie and pushed up both the hoodie and his shirt underneath until I could slide his left arm through. Then I gently turned his torso toward me at the hip to free his other arm as well. He lifted his head so I could pull off the shirt while I supported his neck with my other hand.

A white patch covered the incision site on the side of his slightly protruding lower belly. I followed the edge with my fingers, then bent down to kiss the skin next to it. "Hello, handsome," I murmured and worked my way up, slowly, over his belly and ribcage, to his lips. I pressed kisses along his throat, making him moan, then to his shoulder and down again to the collarbone. My fingertip traced the shape of the fragile bone over which Adam’s skin stretched tighter than it ever had.

"Damn, we need to go out for a lot more pizza," I teased him quietly.

He blinked down at me, adorably lost. "What do you mean?"

But I chuckled and shook my head. As my finger continued just a little further down, he made a sharp, choked sound, biting his lip.

"Here, hmm?" I asked, smiling wickedly, and bent down to softly kiss that spot. Adam gasped again and weakly wrapped his arm around me. I traced light circles with the tip of my tongue, breathed against the damp skin and lightly scratched at it with my fingernails. Adam’s moans grew louder and more and more desperate, and I didn't stop until I was sure he was barely capable of forming a clear thought.

"Fuck..." he gasped as I sat up to admire the results of my efforts. His hair was tousled, his eyes slightly glazed and sweat glistened on his upper lip. He smiled dopily at me, consumed by catching his breath. „You’re so fucking great at this,“ he whispered, making me giggle with how wiped out he seemed.

I brushed the drops from his lips with my thumb and kissed him gently. Then I slowly unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse and pulled it over my head. His gaze traveled over me, absorbing every detail as if seeing me for the first time.

"You can't imagine how often I thought about this in recent weeks," he murmured, still breathing heavily.

"Hopefully as often as about conversations with me. Or a shared glass of wine overlooking a river," I teased.

"Of course, absolutely," he hurried to say, his eyes twinkling amused. "That even more often. But I also thought about this a few times. Now and then... Rarely, but still..."

I felt the knuckles of his half-closed hand glide haltingly along my stomach and slid my fingers between his. With my support, the back of his hand traveled up my torso, over my bra, until I could kiss his fingers. With my other hand I unfastened my bra and stripped it off too.

“Fuck, yes.” Adam’s voice sounded hoarse.

I laughed and watched him closely as I carefully swung one leg over him so I was sitting astride, avoiding the latest operation site and without putting much weight on him. I was sure none of this here was approved by his doctors.

Adam cleared his throat. „Please, come closer.“ I lifted his second hand too, placed them both large and heavy over my breasts, pressed them against me so his fingers spread open as if on their own and wrapped around me. I almost nestled against them, feeling their warmth, their ghostly, nonexistent grip. He watched me with hungry eyes, both our breathing heavy now.

"My God, Rachel..."

I held his hands there for a while and we watched them lift with every heave of my chest, as if witnessing something sacred. Until he mouthed: „Closer,“ once more.

In leaning further forward, his hands fell beside him onto the blankets beneath us and he shifted, dragging them out of my way. I sucked in air as I felt his breath on my heated skin. Adam lifted his head slightly and his lips closed softly around my nipple. His tongue slowly traced over the hardening peak, making me gasp.

"Oh yes..." I whispered and propped myself on my elbow beside his head. He alternated sides; I followed the slightest movements of his head to make it easier for him and bit my lips. He played with me, sucked, nibbled, echoing what I had done to him before, and I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasant shivers that moved through me in waves.

"Higher," he finally gasped and under his heavy gaze I slipped out of my skirt before positioning myself with my knees on the right and left of the pillow beside his head. He smiled blissfully up at me.

"Damn..." he whispered. "Rachel, this is… I can't... this morning I was still..."

I gently placed a finger on his lips and shook my head. "I know. But now you're here," I uttered quietly. My heart was pounding wildly and I sucked in air sharply as I felt his breath between my legs. "You're here, Adam, and you're amazing. Please, just..." I bit on my lips. "I need you here with me. Now. Can you do that?"

He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them again his determined gaze sent something sharp into the pit of my stomach. “Oh I think I absolutely can.”

I laughed and felt like crying with relief at the same time.

He lifted his head slightly and I moaned as he pressed kisses along the inside of my thigh. I felt his soft lips, his smooth tongue through the light fabric of my panties, felt his teeth graze gently over my skin as he carefully undressed me. He took his time; to rest or to tease, I didn’t know. Sometimes he laid his head back down and tilted it to the side to kiss my thighs, sometimes he sucked and licked hungrily at the fabric until I no longer knew if it hung wet on me because of him or because of me. His hands, perpetually formed into loose fists, slowly worked the fabric over my hips, uncoordinated and weak, but determined. I let him have his way, writhed above him, my hands gripping the headboard of the bed to keep myself from interfering. Finally I couldn't wait any longer and slipped completely out of my underwear. I flung it away and it landed somewhere beyond the bed.

"Impatient, hmm?" Adam teased and his gaze slid up me before landing between my legs again.

"Nonsense," I laughed and brushed the hair from my face. "I just want to avoid you leaving me hanging here because R1 calls and wants their patient back."

Adam sighed lightly. "That's probably closer to the truth than you think," he murmured without looking at me.

I had no time to think about what that meant because at the same moment he lifted his head again and my hips moved toward him as if magnetically attracted. His tongue stroked soft and moist over me and my whole body curved toward him.

"Holy shit, Adam.”

He grinned. Broadly.

It took all the self-control I could muster to remain halfway quiet inside this hotel room while Adam pulled out all the stops. He alternated between sucking and stroking his tongue over my folds until I trembled above him with barely contained arousal. Then he penetrated me with the tip of his tongue, at an ever-faster pace that made me moan louder and louder. I clung to the headboard, my thigh muscles trembling with tension. I no longer knew what I was saying; my body tensed as his warm breath and his tongue, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, skillfully drove me closer to climax.

"Please, Adam, ahh!"

He hummed appreciatively beneath me, ran his tongue along my full length, torturously slowly, so that I whimpered. Finally he eyed me with a wicked grin and then stroked with the tip of his tongue around the place he'd carefully avoided so far. I begged and pleaded with him and finally he let his tongue flutter so that it shot through my limbs like delicious electricity. All the muscles in me tensed, my hips twitched out of control and I let myself be pulled further down onto him.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh God!"

His tongue was relentless and skillful, dancing faster over the bundle of nerves, spurred on by the moans falling from my lips. Then something tensed inexorably behind my navel and I cried out loud, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing over me, my hands clawed into the headboard, my legs trembling.

Adam leaned back and kissed the inside of my shaking thighs one last time. I just barely had the presence of mind to push myself sideways so as not to collapse on him when my overtaxed muscles suddenly gave out. Gasping, I lay beside him with no strength to move even a finger.

Adam had his head turned toward me and grinned. “I’m very glad we didn’t stop at pizza today.”

I laughed. "Fuck." I closed my eyes and could smell both of us. "That was..." Definitely not to be expected. "Just... Thank you."

He hummed contentedly and we were both silent, catching our breaths, drifting in the weightless aftermath. After a while I reluctantly got up to go to the bathroom to freshen up and to retrieve a warm, damp washcloth for Adam. He tiredly rested his head on the pillow and let me wash his face, smiling faintly.

"This would also be a good moment," he murmured once I’d returned from the bathroom again, blinking apologetically.

I knew what he meant and shifted further down the bed. Adam still wore his pants, not because I usually ignored this part of his body, just because completely undressing him took quite some time and I figured we were short in that.

On his right lower leg I felt the urine bag.

"Do you have a bottle?" Without waiting for his answer, I'd already pulled his backpack from the table and rummaged through it. As expected, Adam had a small empty plastic bottle with him, from which I unscrewed the cap.

I smiled at him, reassuring us both that we were fine, this was fine, before shoving his right leg further to the edge of the mattress and rolling up his pant leg. Indeed, the urine bag was well filled. I located the drainage port, turned it over the edge of the bed and fitted it into the open neck of the plastic bottle. I flipped open the valve and immediately the bag emptied in a solid stream into the bottle. When the bag was empty and I tapped the spout to clear the last drops before closing it firmly, the bottle was almost full.

"That's some weird Coke," I tried to diffuse the situation with humor as I screwed the cap on. Adam snorted. We didn't need to say more; we both wished this weren't necessary, but it was.

I threw the bottle in the bathroom trash, washed my hands, and returned to Adam’s side. His weary gaze drifted up to the wheelchair still parked close to his side of the bed and I could see a small furrow form between his brows.

“Rest for a bit more, huh?” I whispered, sliding my hand down his arm. “It’s not that late yet.” It was, but that seemed irrelevant now. Adam needed all his strength for the transfer. I tried not to think of the gap in height between bed and wheelchair, which was unlikely to work in his favor this time.

He shrugged. “Yeah… alright. Just a few more minutes.”

I crawled in next to him, covered us both with the one remaining blanket and rested my cheek in the impossibly soft spot beside his bony shoulder. It didn't take a minute and I was ready to fall asleep, my nose buried in Adam’s skin, my hand flat on his chest. This felt all so familiar, and carefree, as if the past weeks hadn’t happened. His breath rose and fell softly under my palm and I could feel his steady pulse.

If only I could pause time…

“Don’t go,” I murmured, regretting it the moment my words left my lips.

Adam lifted his head to place a soft kiss into my hair before his neck gave out and his head fell back into the pillow. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, groggily. “I wouldn’t get very far.”

I closed my eyes, smiling.