Behind The Scenes

55. Hero

I love when she is so wild, not innocent at all, confident. I love when she is so mine. She manages to give me any kind of pleasure, from the sexual one — which, oh my God, a caress in the right place is enough — to the emotional one. When I am with her I feel better about myself, the warmth of her body and her breath that merges with mine make me feel alive.
I love her more than she'll ever know.
"What are you thinking about?" she puts a hand behind my neck and presses her curvy body against mine under the hot water jet.
"I was just relaxing—" my eyes widen and my chest swells when I take a sudden breath. "Fuck..." I moan.
Her slender, thin fingers brush my entire abdomen as her tongue fills my mouth. What does she want to do?
"What...?" I pant. I'm already panting and she just touched me, and my erection throbs and presses against her.
"Shh," she starts to get down and she kisses me everywhere, her fingertips teasing the tip of my cock.
So I come right away, no. "Jo, no," I take her wrist and stop her.
She looks at me confused, kneeling in front of me, as if she had something wrong. "What do you want then?"
"You. I want you. But not a small part, or all, or nothing. You decide."
She gives an almost imperceptible gasp when those words reach her ear, then she opens her mouth and takes me between those full lips.
I put a hand in her hair to guide her a little. It's only the second time in her life that she gives a blowjob and she's already that good.
"Oh my God. Your lips are so tight around me, babe..." I tell her moaning, not caring how loud.
I know she likes these dirty words, and I also know she likes to hear me moan and pant.
She speeds ​​up the pace a little and when her tongue teases my tip I feel like I'm about to climax.
"Jo, I'm almost there..." I inform her.
A few seconds later I reach the peak of the pleasure and cum in her mouth. She swallows my orgasm like it's nothing and then she licks her lips.
"Shit, you're an expert now. You don't know how many sensations you can make me feel in a few minutes or even seconds. You're amazing."
"Good to know, I'm starting to like this game, you know?" she tilts her head to one side and smiles.
I give her a grin and then say, "Kiss me."
I gently take her neck and bring her face close to mine. I kiss her and suck on her lower lip, the fuller one of her, while I bite it a little. Then my tongue fills her mouth and savors every inch of it.
Even last time she didn't kiss me after giving me a blow job.
"You know you can kiss me after this, right?" I say on her lips.
"Yes..."
"Why don't you do it then?"
She looks away from my eyes. "Er... I... I don't know."
I put two fingers under her chin and force her to look at me. "I understand you, but remember you can kiss me, it doesn't bother me. It never could." I kiss her forehead as she nods. "I love you."
She smiles at me and then she tells me we have to hurry up and wash because she's tired and the water has been running for too long.
We soap and rinse quickly. Jo dries her hair with a hairdryer, despite the time, she has no alternative unless she wants to take a neck. I dry them a little with a towel and leave them a little damp.
I throw myself on the fresh, perfectly made bed, with clean, scented sheets.
"Come here," I motion her to come to bed, spreading my arms.
Slowly, she gets under the covers and snuggles up to me. She is a bit cold.
"Are you okay?" I ask moving a lock of her soft hair behind her ear.
She nods.
"Are you cold?"
"A little bit, it was the sudden change in temperature, I think," and she sniffs at her. She will catch a cold. "Achoo!"
Here, in fact.
"Keep a handkerchief," I reach out to my bedside table and hand her one.
"Thanks... Achoo! Oh God."
She has a slightly red nose and cheeks. I touch her forehead. Damn, she's hot.
"Hey, how are you feeling? In my opinion, you got flu..."
She coughs, one of those dry coughs that bring a sore throat. "Yeah, I think so too. I feel cold and... hot at the same time. Is it fever you say?" she sniffles and then blows it.
"Oh yes, I really think so. We have to measure your temperature..."
It is clear that she is ill, but we must understand to what extent.
She frowns. "But we don't have a thermometer. Maybe Mrs. Wilson, they won't be sleeping already, go ask?"
I jump up and put on a tank top. I quickly leave the apartment and leave the door open while I knock on the neighbor.
"Hey," her son opens the door.
"Er, hello... Leon?" I don't remember what his name is.
"Liam, yes. What do you need?" he asks aloof.
"Do you have a thermometer? Josephine probably has a fever."
He goes back inside without saying a word and returns after a minute with a digital thermometer in his hand. "Do you want me to come with you or..."
"Come with me, I don't know how this stuff is used."
With a nod, he takes the house keys, closes the door behind him and follows me to the bedroom, where Jo is already surrounded by at least twenty dirty handkerchiefs.
She is surprised when she sees Liam with me.
"Liam," she says and then coughs. She remembers his name, of course, how can she forget the name of such a handsome boy?
"Are you okay?"
What an idiot, can't you see she's not well? Pff.
"Definitely not," she replies. Exactly.
He looks down.
What is he doing? Does he want to stay all the time staring at her?
"Come on, are you taking her temperature or what?" I burst out.
Liam looks at me badly. "Okay, but keep calm, man."
I roll my eyes and go sit on my side of the bed.
He slowly walks over to Jo and sits next to her, who has the blankets up to her neck.
"Okay, then. Let's light this thing up... Done, now raise your arm a little."
Jo obeys him immediately.
"Can I?" he asks her.
"Yes," she replies softly.
I don't know what she looks like, I'm staring into space. But when Jo shivers, I immediately return from my personal planet and see that Liam is putting the thermometer under her armpit.
He looks into her eyes intensely and Jo's gaze rests for a moment on his full lips...
My heart is shattered, but I won't show it. Nothing major happened, but knowing that she just thought about kissing him destroys me.
When the thermometer makes a sound that tells us it's finished taking her temperature, I wrench it from Liam's hands.
101,3 degrees...
"How much it is?" Jo asks.
"High," Liam replies immediately.
Jo sighs dejected.
"Do you have anything at home for a fever?" I ask him, he is the only resource at the moment.
"Yes, a Tachipirina. I'm coming," and he slips away in an instant.
I take my poor girl's hot face in my hands, and she looks at me tired and desperate. "You'll feel better tomorrow, I promise," and I kiss her forehead.
Liam came back with a medicine sachet in hand, took a glass, filled it with water and mixed it with that magical powder.
"Drink, it should taste like orange," he orders her.
Jo, reluctant because the smell is sickening, drinks it in one gulp, holding her nose with one hand. "How disgusting!"
"Yeah, but it works, trust me," Liam assures her.
I give him a fake smile to thank him and pat him on the shoulder.
"I'm going now," and he starts to leave the room.
Jo follows him with her gaze smiling as she walks away. What's her problem, seriously?
When that boy — almost as handsome as me — and I are alone at the entrance, I tell him, "Listen, thanks, but she is mine. I know she's beautiful, fucking beautiful, but you've seen she sleeps with me and I think you've also got to hear how good I make her feel, haven't you?"
He swallows, looking me straight into my eyes. "Yes, it's true. But who told you that she will stay with you forever?" and then he closes the door behind him.
What he just blasted in my face is what I fear most...