8

Victoria

It had been a week since I went to the hospital. The painkillers were working, and the bleeding had lightened up, but I still had to be careful with how I moved.

On the bright side, Michael didn't try touching me inappropriately. He was caring and hospitable toward me. Michael made sure I always had a heating pad and that my painkillers were ready, and he would let me eat in bed, sometimes hand-feeding me.

Caring for Antonio was surprisingly easy. His sleeping pattern was regular, so he only woke up once at night. The only struggle we had was changing his diapers; Michael and I took turns with that. Antonio constantly laughed whenever we played with him, and he enjoyed watching sports with Michael, his favorite being hockey.

Michael's family fell in love with Antonio, so they frequently stopped by. They asked if they could have him for the day. I was hesitant, but Michael had no problem with his parents and cousins caring for Antonio. According to Michael and his family, they had a lot of catching up to do. Apparently, that gave them the right to stop by whenever they wanted.

We were lying in bed; Michael spooned me from behind, his arm wrapped around my waist. It felt nice being in Michael's arms, and I felt so relaxed until I felt Michael's hand slowly moving. He slowly slid under my shirt and firmly grabbed my breast, causing me to wince in pain. Michael then began to grind his crotch into my butt.

"How do you feel about Anal?" He whispered into my ear.

My eyes grew wide.

"I don't like the idea," I shakily said, afraid of Michael's reaction.

Michael sighed and said, "you have to take care of me somehow."

I had no idea what to do. The only thing Michael and I ever did was intimate sex. I took a deep breath as I tried to remember what the girls in yoga class would brag about doing with their boyfriends. I also thought back to what I used to do with Michael before I left.

I sat up and pushed Michael so he was flat on his back. I carefully straddled Michael, making sure my crotch was on his. I immediately felt Michael get hard. I teasingly unbuttoned my shirt as I began to grind my crotch against Michael's, causing Michael to groan. I felt some pain, but I ignored it. Once my shirt was unbuttoned, I shrugged it off and ran my hands all over Michael's chest. I moved my hands under his shirt and traced his abs.

When Michael's breathing became shallow, I tugged his shirt off and leaned down to kiss him; I pulled away and gently kissed his jawline. Michael reached behind my back, undid my bra, and I sat up to take it off. Michael sat up and began to suck on my breast, drinking the milk meant for Antonio. Once Michael had drunk all my milk, he gently pushed me off of him and quickly unbuttoned his pants. I wasn't a fan of oral, but it was the only way to please Michael.

Once Michael was ready, I cautiously took him in my mouth, careful not to scratch him with my teeth. At first, I moved slowly. Once Michael began to buck his hips, I took my mouth off of him and slowly licked his length while letting out a warm breath, causing Michael to breathe rapidly and moan. I used both hands to massage his length, occasionally rubbing my thumb along his tip. When Michael looked like he couldn't take anymore, I put my mouth back on him and moved quickly. It didn't take long for him to ejaculate. Before I could move, Michael put his hand on the back of my head.

"Swallow," he struggled to say as he tightened his grip on my hair.

I did as I was told while gently massaging his balls. Once Michael was finished, I sat up and let him see me lick my lips.

"Good girl," Michael sighed as he patted the spot next to him. "Come here."

I lay next to Michael, resting my head on his chest. All I wanted to do was brush my teeth twenty times, use a bottle of mouthwash, and take a shower; I felt disgusted with myself.

"Are you sure you weren't with anyone else?" Michael asked as he gripped my waist tightly, practically digging his nails into my skin.

"I'm sure," I softly said.

"Well, I sure got lucky. You're a natural."

"Are you pleased?" I asked. I was hoping oral would be enough for Michael; the idea of anal sex terrified me. In all honesty, I didn't want Michael to touch me at all, not even to pleasure me.

"Yes, I am. You did an amazing job. Now let's catch up on some sleep."

I gladly closed my eyes and let sleep take over.