The Fire Station

Chapter 8

I awoke in the middle of the night to Sidney leaving kisses along my back while we laid in bed. I smiled at how amazing his lips felt against my bare skin. His arm snaked around to my stomach and pulled me against him. I felt his hard cock against my back. I giggled and started to turn around.

"No. Don't move," he whispered, tightening his hold around me. "Just enjoy it."

He continued kissing my back and let his hand find its way between my legs where he gently rubbed my clit with two fingers. I sighed and opened my legs up for him further. His lips found the back of my neck and shoulder. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. My arms came up and wrapped around his neck, holding him in place. He growled against my skin and increased his intensity. He adjusted on the bed and pulled my leg back across his to open me up. From behind, he pushed his cock inside of me. I gasped and writhed against him at how it felt. He moved slowly at first, taking his time to truly enjoy our connection. Soft moans left his lips and washed over my skin. Every thrust felt like an explosion going off inside of me. I breathed heavily and pushed back against him with every shove. His movements deepened and quickened against me, causing my gentle moans to turn into gasps of pleasure. Pure, intense, explosions of gratification washed over me.

His thrusts slowed and then plunged as deep as he possibly could, causing yet another explosion of pleasure deep inside. A loud moan escaped my lungs, causing him to chuckle against my skin as his finished with gentle kisses along my spine.

"Did you like that?" he asked softly.

I sighed loudly. "Very much." I turned around on the bed to look at him. He had a pleasant grin on his face as he stared at me with so much love. "Always fun to wake up to such pleasures."

He chuckled and kissed my lips. "I couldn't agree more." I laughed against his lips and kissed him again, wrapping my arms around his neck and thinking I would not be opposed to another round if he was up to it.

Just as our lovemaking started to heat back up, I started to get a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. A cold sweat washed over me and I knew instantly something was wrong. I stopped kissing him and sat up quickly.

"Are you alright?" he asked, sitting up next to me and gently rubbing my back.

"Yeah. I don't know. I just feel really sick all of a sudden."

"Is there anything I can do? Can I get you something?"

I shook my head and knew instantly I'd have to puke. As quick as I could, I unraveled the blankets around me and ran to the bathroom. I lifted the toilet seat and retched the contents of my stomach. When I felt as if there was nothing left, I sat on the floor and leaned my head against the cold shower door. My breathing was shallow and the queasy feeling in my stomach didn't seem to go away.

I heard Sidney coming towards me, but I couldn't focus my eyes on him. He leaned down next to me and brushed my hair off my clammy skin. He held a glass of water out towards me. "Feel better?" he asked.

I groaned and tightened my arms around my stomach. "You should probably leave. I don't want you to see me like this."

He scoffed at my comment. "Not happening, sweetheart. I'm going to take care of you."

"This is so embarrassing," I whined, finally taking the glass of water from his hands and taking a small sip. "It's probably the Thai food we had. It's not agreeing with my stomach."

"Yeah. My stomach feels a little squeamish also. No more Thai food for a while," he joked.

Feeling slightly better, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked miserable and was white as a sheet. Sidney stood next to me and continued to gently caress my skin or leave a soft kiss on my shoulder. He was being really sweet and caring for me, even though I looked and felt terrible.