You are resting back on your hospital bed in your gown. Your eyes are almost closed as you fight the need to sleep. The ward is quiet, apart from some gentle snores from the other beds.
Your heartbeat quickens slightly as you hear familiar footsteps approaching
I peer around the corner, waiting for confirmation that it is safe to come in.
You seem a little unsure at first. Partly due to the surprise at seeing me there, partly due to sleepiness, but you beckon me in. I creep to your bedside. You open your mouth to speak and are surprised when my fingers cover your lips.
I stroke the hair from your face and place a soft kiss on your forehead. My right arms slips around your waist, loosely to begin with, then I pull you to me.
You sit up slightly from the bed, giving me space to slip my left arm behind you
I can now squeeze you tightly to me, gripping you in my strong arms, making you feel safe and warm
As I hold you, you become acutely aware that your breasts are unrestrained beneath the gown. The slightly course fabric pulls taught against your nipples. The sensation ripples through your breasts, and heads downwards.
I kiss you, long, slow and deep. My tongue dancing intricate steps with yours. I squeeze tighter, showing that I cannot get you close enough to me.
I slowly break the kiss. I release you from my grip, again, so slowly. My hand just traces across your left nipple as I move, then slips up the side of your neck and strokes your cheek. You lift your chin and reach for the kiss again. I lean in, but our lips do not quite meet. I want to hear your breath, as I know the sound will be changing soon.
The tips of my fingers trace lines back down your neck, across your right breast. The gown feels so tight across your stiff nipple and as I stroke around it in decreasing circles, I feel your back arch, pushing it towards my touch. As my fingers graze your nipple, I hear the gasp that I've been waiting for. Your back arches a little further and a soft moan escapes your lips.
"Shhhh, we must stay quiet", I remind you, knowing that you always struggle to stay quiet. I know this, but I do enjoy testing you. Teasing, pushing you towards the point where you really want to scream, but know you cannot.
I take a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and squeeze, gently at first. The moan returns with a little more determination this time. You see the warning flash across my eyes and attempt to stifle it, although the second squeeze makes this a little tougher. Each pulsing squeeze gets a little more firm, until your hips begin to rock backwards making the arch of your back even more pronounced.