Another three days later and our little tiff from earlier was far away again. The clock showed 12.30 this afternoon and Hunter had taken some hours off before sound check for another gala appearance tonight. Luckily, the stress of the past couple of days had subsided. Once more we were chilling in a cuddled up position on the big hospital bed. "You know, I've been thinking about this whole breast feeding thing," I mused. "Mh mh," my husband followed my words attentively. "I never wanted to because of...well...everything, the stupid doctors pushing you into it and being the only one who can feed her and the pumping and..." I inhaled. "But I kinda want to now." I fumbled with both my fingertips and his. I lazily massaged the spot where I knew he had his ink cross, even though I couldn't see it anymore. "What made you change your mind?," Hunter asked. "I dunno. With the complications and all...She's already been through so much and... "Her? Or you?," he did the philosophical thing again. "The doctors say she's doing fine." He gently laced his fingers through mine. "You might have to have a c-section. And I want you to recover and not worry about breast feeding as well." Those were words of wisdom, as always. I was taking them in for a second, then sighed. "Urgh these damn hormones," I complained with a smile and Hunter joined in. I shifted in my place and turned to face him – just that I couldn't discern anything but shadows. Suddenly, it felt like a sting right through my heart. I hung my head. "D'you know what I miss most about not being able to see?," I asked and my breath touched his face we were so close. "What, babe?" "You," I spoke feebly. I ran both my palms over his cheeks. "You're blue eyes." And down to his mouth. "Your lips." "The dimples in your cheeks." I tried to feel them with my thumbs. Hunter brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. He was sad for me too. "Remember it's only for a little longer," he tried to soothe me. Then a grin spread across his thin lips. "When everything's back to normal again you're gonna wanna punch me in it soon enough." I giggled, "probably." I felt the mattress shift as he leaned behind him to get something from the nightstand. "Want another lolly? I bought your favorites: cherry." I smiled and took the red sucker from his hands, got rid of the wrapping and stuck it in my mouth. Over the past couple of days and with Hunter persisting on me trying whatever food possible, we'd found out exactly two things I could have without throwing up: One would be licking grains of salt off pretzels and two were lollypops. Since that revelation my husband had filled up every table space in the entire room with them. Because even though I was just taking in empty sugars and salt, it made him feel less anxious about me losing more weight. In fact, I still wasn't gaining any but at least the IV solutions kept me steady. As the sweet taste spread across my tongue, I got different ideas. "You know, there's something else I'd much rather suc*k on," I said in a sultry tone, then slowly pulled the lolly out between my lips with a 'plop' sound. Naturally, I couldn't see his reaction but surely felt as his breath hitched in his mouth which fell slightly agape. Hunter closed his eyes for as second as if blinking away pain. "Don't say that." "Why?," I scooted even closer to erase the small space between us. "Because I might forget myself," his voice was equally thick with suggestiveness and I felt a tingle in my core. Hungrily, we both crashed our lips against one another. I wanted to tangle my fingers in his curls when I realized he had his hair pinned back in a pig tail. My left palm slid down his chest taking in his male curves, then abs as he held me tight by the small of my back. I only used my left one now since the nurses had switched my venous access from left to right, leaving both backs of my hands taped – like they'd have to do every two weeks for the rest of my pregnancy. I had been feeling so horny this morning that this passionate kiss lit a fire in me. It'd been so long since my body actually gave me pleasurabl*e feelings that this was almost overwhelming to feel. Finally, I reached the hem of Hunter's jeans and his eyes fluttered shut. The smallest of groa*ns escaped from his mouth when I slid further down cupping his bulge. I started rubbing up and down fully aware of what it was doing to him but it did the same to me and I wanted it. "Baby," he pleaded in an arous*ed state. "Please, let me," I breathed back against his face. Hunter bit down on his bottom lip, seemingly fighting a battle with himself as to whether we should actually follow through with this. Here. I pressed against his body, longing for the full contact. "Make a 'Don't disturb' sign," I came up with a solution. "What?," he didn't catch on so quickly. "There's paper in the drawer. You make a 'Don't disturb' sign and put it on the door. Now." I was panting. It took him another second to comply then he in fact leaned in to retrieve a paper from the drawer and quickly scribble two words on it, before getting up to do as I had told him. Swiftly, the piece of paper got jammed between the door and its frame. I heard the key turn in its hole. One more perk of the private clinic. "You sure you wanna do this?," Hunter asked me. He sounded out of breath. "Get your cute butt over here!," I ordered. "Lay down." Immediately I went for his belt, unbuckled it and pulled the zipper down. I adjusted my position and got comfortable next to his body. Then I leaned down to kiss his lips once more. All this time my hand made contact with his member through his briefs. I felt he was already halfway hard. "Poor thing," I thought. "How do you do it? All this time without..." He chuckled. "What d'you think? I take care of it." "Ooo," I bit on my lower lip, "Tell me about it. When was the last time you did it?" My fingertips slowly crawled underneath the hem of his boxers and stroked along. "Mhhh." Hunter struggled to answer. "Yesterday." "Where did you do it?" "In the shower." "So hot," I spoke to myself. I felt his chest going up and down from nervous breathing. "You realize you're torturing me just now?" He lifted his head to look down on what I was doing. I know I was teasing but it wasn't my intention to drag it out so I pulled his jeans and briefs down. It was kind of exciting having to focus on touch alone now I couldn't zoom in on anything. After a seven years relationship you'd think we knew each other's bodies inside out so I closed my eyes and moved my hands from memory, the right one more carefully though. I enclosed his shaft and gave it a few pumps. It was so exciting to feel his reaction. I bend over, although I was slightly worried tasting him was going to make me gag. But the desire was stronger than my hesitation when I took in his tip and started to lic*k around it. Hunter grew tense underneath me. I placed my palm on his happy trail, making a close connection. At first, I took it slow, cautious of how I would take to the...job. The taste of cherry was still on my tongue as I gently kissed around his tip, then started to suck on my way up. I was bobbing my head quicker now, coordinating my hand to move in sync with it. It was so sexy my heart jumped in my chest. Hunter was fighting to keep his moaning down. We managed to keep exceptionally quiet. Fucking hospital, I thought, I wanted him to enjoy our love making and be able to let go. I sensed how he got there quicker than usual and stopped in my tracks to press down on the spot below the rim. "Baby," I addressed him with flushed cheeks, "can you pass me the tissues?" My husband turned his head to grab at the tissue box. He reached and a trembling hand put it down on the sheets next to me. As my left picked the pace back up, I fumbled to retrieve tissues. I knew there was no way I could swallow sperm in my current state. Putting my mouth back to work too I began to feel dizzy. Oh no. One last sucking motion and I had to withdraw my wet lips. By now, Hunter was clinging to a fistful of sheets. A thin layer of sweat covered his lower stomach where my palm lay. For a few more strokes I went as vigorously as I could, before he pressed out: "Fu*c*k, I'm...ahgr...I'm I..." His dic*k twitched and warm liquid gushed from its tip into the tissues. As he was riding his orgasm, a long "Ah" sound came from behind his clenched teeth. I tried my best to contain all the ji*zz in the tissues but it was hard as I couldn't see much. So I didn't know if any of it had poured on his stomach. I held the wet tissues in place until my husband came back down. Still a bit shaken he sat up and took the ball of tissues from my hand. "Are you ok,?" I think I looked a bit flustered. Hunter yanked some more from the box to wipe the skin around his belly button. "Mh mh," I hummed yes, but my head was buzzing in a very uncomfortable way. "You're incredible," the young man beamed. "At blow jobs?" I smiled a small smile. "At a whole lot of things but especially that." As he got up, he cupped my face and pressed a lingering kiss to my mouth. "I'll clean myself up, yeah?," his warm breath tickled the skin above my upper lip. While Hunt did his thing in the bathroom, I slowly moved to towards the bed rest and lay down. I realized things were spinning before my eyes and exhaustion washed over me. After a little while I heard the key be turned again and the improvised "Don't disturb" sign was removed. Chances were no one had even noticed our little naughty break. "Fu*c*k, it's already 2.15 pm," Hunter said walking back to me. "Excuse me," he corrected himself when he was back close to me. "You look pale. You sure you're alright?" His palm gently brushed my messy hair back checking my temperature in the process. "Fine," I assured him in a quiet voice. "I have to get changed and go to sound check now." He didn't like how beaten I looked and instantly felt guilty. "I'll go send the nurse, ok?" "Mh."