🔞5EX: SUSTAINED OBLITERATION🔞

Craving!

Yanni pov

Waking from the first restful sleep I've had for days I look to my left and find her asleep beside me, hunched forward in her wheelchair, her head on the side of my bed and her hand still protectively placed over mine. I can't stop the smile from settling on my lips. She is everything I want. My soulmate. My baby. My love!

I gently ease my hand from under hers and begin caressing her head, as a parent would with a newborn..... softly, reverently... lovingly!
I whisper her name, the feel of it on my tongue like liquid chocolate, both sweet and seductive at once, the sound of it in my ears sending sparks of need through me, but neither of us is in any physical state for what I have in mind. Sydney probably is as far away from emotionally ready for that as it's possible to be right now too.

She stirs as I continue my attempts to rouse her without frightening her, she can't be comfortable like that. Her body is going to complain bitterly when she tries to move.
She slowly opens her eyes and blinks rapidly a few times before she begins what I know will be an excruciatingly painful attempt at sitting up.
Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes she sucks in a large breath of air through her nose and blows it out hard and fast from between her plump but dry lips, before raising her head tentatively a few inches from the starchy whiteness of my sheets.

She stills and looks shocked. She lifts her head further and tilts her head to an upright position, then pushes herself from the bed and releases a satisfied breath.

"Aaaaahhhh!! I feel SO GOOD!! Not a single ache as I sat up. I felt sure it would be agonising to move. I guess that now I know you are safe and well, and we are going to be ok my muscles relaxed for the first time in days! You are so good for me Yanni. I wish..... I wish I could be the same for you,  though I seem to be the exact opposite" she murmurs, her eyes now downcast.

"What?! Are you fucking joking Syd? You are the first thing I think about when I wake up... the last thing I picture at night, and you sure as hell spend rather a lot of time in some extremely compromising situations in my dreams too baby! You are everything to me...... I love you Sydney Smith".

I chuckle at the face she pulls, a combination of shock and awe, with a tiny touch of concern that I forgot her name, before she realises that is my name and I'm teasing her.

"Just trying it out. Gotta say though sweets..... I prefer the sound of Sydney Benfield-Smith! A much nicer ring. Posh! Regal! Yeah.... Mr Yanni and Mrs Sydney Benfield-Smith! Beaut!" I laugh

Her face lights up as she smiles back at me, and that vision illuminates every dark corner in my heart and mind. Nothing else matters. She is mine, as I am hers..... we are one.

"One day I might hold you to that" she replies with a giggle as I push the call bell to request some help for Syd.
A large hulk of a man in a navy blue tunic and trousers arrives with a toothy smile. I ask to see the ward manager, or matron. I want Sydney to stay in my room with me until we are discharged. I know I've been a dick of a patient, but it's because I wanted to see Sydney so badly and they wouldn't let me, I had to try and see her on my own, leading to the loss of quite a few cannulas, my patience, and bringing forth expletives that are almost never heard in polite society! I'm not proud of that fact, but will use it to my advantage now.
He looks concerned that I may want to make a complaint, so I pacify him, my intentions are good.
A minute or two later he returns with a young lady with fiery red hair and a wide mouth, corners turned up into a serene and angelic smile. Surely Florence Nightingale returned!

Hulk helps Syd into her bed while the ward Sister and I have a fairly long conversation, during which I tell her of my wish. She flatly but politely refuses my request, citing hospital policy as the reason.
I gently remind her what a terrible patient I've been so far, and apologise for that, but sweetly tell her that she cannot imagine how difficult I could actually be when trying. I need Sydney for my recovery, and the sooner I recover, the sooner I am able to be discharged from her care. This clearly hits the mark and within 10 minutes the room is re-arranged and Syd's bed is placed opposite mine. I was hoping to have her beside me, but the constraints of the room make that impossible. I'm upset, but not unreasonable. She is in my room with me. I can see her. I feel calm.

I thank the Sister, who nods firmly at me, before raising a slender hand and pointing at me.....

"The first sign of any non prescribed therapeutic activities in here and you are separated again, got it?!" She smirks, then turns and walks from the room.

"You really are a cheeky bastard Yanni" Syd giggles, just as another nurse enters the room with a smile and informs us she needs to do routine observations on us both. She places a blood pressure cuff on my arm and then spends the next few minutes untangling a wire from a basket on the wall, apologising as she does. I'm not bothered a bit, I'm mentally undressing Sydney, who appears to be doing the same thing.
There is a fire in my belly, I want her so badly right now, but not with this bloody nurse in the room. Oh, who am I kidding? The reason I can't go to Syd is because I'm sure my stitches will burst if I undertake any strenuous activity... and what I have in mind is very strenuous indeed!

I reach for my phone and bring up my text messages, finding Syds number and beginning to write.....

"Hey baby girl! You look like you need something. Can I help?😉" ... before dropping my phone into my lap with a little wince at the heaviness of it against my dick, currently stirring in my briefs.

She picks up her phone and reads the message and her head whips up, her eyes wide and fixed on my face as a small puff of air leaves her slightly parted lips. She begins to type, presumably a response to me, and I find myself longing to know what she is writing. She looks up from her phone with a wicked glint in her eye, her tongue in the corner of her mouth, eyebrows raised and a small whimpering sound leaves mine, loud enough for the nurse who is still fighting with the unruly wires to notice. She asks if I need any pain relief.

I thank her, but manage to croak out that I do not. I definitely need some kind of relief, but it has nothing to do with medications or pain!
I feel this is the start of something amazing. I know that Sydney feels it too!

She presses send and my phone vibrates, sending shivers of need through me as it pulsates through my length which is hardening by the second.

Sexting... emotionally intimate, easy to express desires that you maybe would struggle to verbalise. The idea that I can see her as she reads mine before watching the desire on her face as she replies is intoxicating. I am beguiled by her.

"I do have a craving that only you could satisfy actually......"

*Bzzzzzz

"........Daddy!😈"

I'm done for. I'm hers... forever and always. I know it. She knows it.

Forever hers.

Let the fun begin!!

This is going to be good!