Conversation with my doctor

I read this lines now determined the fifth time and press again on a key of my mobile phone to illuminate the display again:

Sorry that I have not reported to you so long. I was back from Bucharest yesterday and I was with the doctor. I have a lung inflammation, was overnight in the hospital and feel like a 70-year-old man, weak and frail.

Believe me, I thought about you every minute. I am home now.

He did not report for two days, which is unusual for him, but I was not worried. I knew he was on business in Bucharest. Nervously, I activate the recall function.

“I’m disappointed,” he says in a fragile voice. He sounds really attacked.

“Why are you disappointed?”, I go into him, although I wanted to start the conversation quite differently. Somehow he always manages to get me out of the concept.

“You took more than half an hour to answer me,” he replies objectively and without reproach in his voice.
I sigh loudly. “Jonas, I’ve always read your SMS for 20 minutes. Man how are you Do you feel any pain? Can I do anything for you? “

It will take 30, 40 seconds, in which I only hear him breathe.

“Join me.”

I can clearly hear the longing from these three words, then I hear him cough. I know his address, but he has never been to him. Our relationship is still quite fresh and so deep I have not penetrated into its world yet.

“I would really like you now, Sandra,” he says.

His words touch me, and I have the bad feeling that he is really bad. And then I make a decision.

“Okay, I am on the way. Should I bring something else? Do you need anything? “

“You. I just need you, “he replies, and it seems to me as if his voice already sounded stronger.

“I’ll be right next to you.” I hear him sighing, before I finish the phone call.

I’m lucky and find a parking lot right outside his apartment. When I go up the stairs, I have a dejà vu and it seems to me as if I have been here before. Jonas stands in the doorway and smiles at me.

“Thanks for coming. You look pale.”

I twist my eyes. “If a man looks pale, then you are a sick man.”

He steps aside so that I can enter. Before I can take off my jacket, he has already taken me in his arms, pulled to his chest and kisses me.

“Did you lose weight?” I ask as he lets me breathe.

“A little,” he replies evasively.

“Should I cook something?” He looks really sick, I think. Pale and tired.

“No.” He takes my jacket off, hangs it to the wardrobe and drags me into his bedroom. I have an opportunity to give a brief impression of how he lives. His apartment is sober and functional furnished and reflects his character. Emotional and passionate, I have only experienced Jonas when he talked about his work and … when he is with me.

“Do not be disappointed, but I still feel rather weak and would like to lie down again.” Jonas lets go of my hand, pulls out his jogging pants and goes to bed in his t-shirt and boxers’ shorts. He turns to me and lifts the blanket invitingly. He grins at me. Okay, I can now understand only as an invitation to myself and also must grin.

I take off my jeans and put them in his t-shirt and panties. Jonas covers me up to the neck and puts his arms around me, so I can put my head in his neck. He sighs satisfied. “Now I’m feeling better.” I laugh gently. “I see.”

He breathed a kiss on my hair. “Mmmh, freshly washed, right?”

“Um, yes. This morning.”

I feel his hand on my back. He opens my bra and carefully covers my right breast.

“Jonas, you know you should be careful, do not you?” I say.

“It does not bother me, quite the opposite,” and after a short pause, “is it unpleasant or can you endure it?”
“How do you mean that?” His question irritates me and I turn to him so I can see Jonas in the face. I always have trouble concentrating on his eyes, because I find his lips so incredibly attractive.

“Is it too close to you again? Do you feel uncomfortable? “

I look at him, startled. Am I so easy to see?

“I’m not stupid, Sandra.” His voice is serious.

“I know you’re not stupid. Can we change the subject, please? “I turn around and push my back to his stomach. He lets me go, and shortly thereafter I feel a tender kiss of his beautiful lips on my neck. After that, he puffed a couple of my hair around to put his face on my neck. His hands caress my breasts then my belly.
 
And what I feel on my butt is unambiguous.

“It is clear to you where this will lead again, will it?”

“And what would be the problem?” He whispered in my ear.

“Have not you told me to spare yourself?”

“Yes and?”
“Sex does not spare man, does it?”

“I do not have to move,” he replies cheekily.

“Well, this is getting more and more charming,” I countered, breathing.

Instead of a reply he pulls me first the T-shirt, then the already already opened bra and finally the slip. He lifts my right leg lightly and I feel his finger share my shoulders. I groan as he seduces me there. He laughs quietly. “Oh, is someone excited?”

My hand reaches for his hard cock. Now he is the one who groans. “Pulling trousers off!” I demand unequivocally, and he does immediately what I want. “The T-shirt, too, please,” I suppose, and I want to turn to Jonas, but he stops me and raises my right leg again.

“No, please stay like this.”

And then I feel it. I do not know how he got that in this position, but he actually manages to penetrate me slowly. I take a sharp breath as he begins to move inside me, I go as far as I can into the hollow to make it easier for him. He kisses me on the shoulder, then he bites me slightly in the neck. I feel reminded to have seen wolves like love. His shocks become faster, stronger, and I stand up to him, hear him breathe heavily, and enjoy his greed and excitement, which he triggers with his desire in me. Two more, three long shots, then I feel his hot sperm inside me. He holds me tightly to him, and I concentrate on his breath in my neck, which slowly returns to normal. He is still in me. I know him so well now that I know how long it takes for him to return to his excitement. Finally he withdraws from me and I turn on my back.

“You have not come,” he notes objectively.

“Right,” I affirm, “but I enjoyed it more than I can.” I grinned, grinning at his side.
Jonas has his head on his arm and looks at me lovingly. His hand caresses my thigh, which I have angled up. He moves with circular movements over the inner side of my thigh and feeds my shoulders unstoppably.
“You do not have to do that now”, I turn in and want to stretch out my leg again.

“I want to do that,” he insists, so I remain in this position and close my eyes.

I have no idea where he knows exactly what he has to do to drive me to the brink of excitement, and I do not care. I stuffed myself into the mouth of his bedspread, so I do not begin to scream with pleasure and then I hold on to the head of the bed. I do not count the orgasms, he drives me higher and higher, until I am finished in the end and tremble with exhaustion.

As I was lying in his arms, I felt really well, and I felt a need to tell him about it.

“I really like you,” I say softly into his throat, and I can feel without looking at him as he smiles.
“That’s nice. I too. “And shortly afterwards,” Sandra? “

“Yes?” I notice that I get tired and I have to try hard not to douse in his arms.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Jonas kisses me gently on the ear.

I take a deep breath. I have never let him stay until morning, because I feel the awakening together as a very intimate moment, which I have so far only shared with a few selected men in my life. I unwind from his embrace and look Jonas in the face. He looks at me openly. He has pneumonia, I think, and imagine what I would feel if he were not part of my life from today to tomorrow. Frightened, I grab my breast, because the thought hurts me physically. Jonas watches me attentively, but says nothing.

I lie back in his arms again and answer without looking at him: “Yes, I will stay with you tonight. I think the time is right for it. “Grinning, I notice his relieved exhalation before I fall asleep in his embrace.