“Are you crazy?” he asked, not taking his eyes off her.
“Just unbearably horny.” Elgin stepped back to the bed, running the fingertips of both hands lightly along the top of the railing. “How do you get these things down?”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Why not?” A malicious grin appeared. “I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to do it in one of these things? See what happens when you press the up and down buttons?”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m in this thing because of a gun-shot to my chest.”
“You’re getting out tomorrow. Obviously the doctor thinks you’re okay. I think you’re hot.”
Dropping the coat on the floor, she moved past the rails and hopped up on the bed. “Shove over.”
“What if someone comes in?”
She slipped under the thin sheet and blanket and snuggled against him.
“This is a hospital,” she whispered brightly, “I’m sure they’re familiar with anatomy.”
“Elgin…”
Taking his face gently in her hands, she stifled his objection with a passionate kiss, feeling his mouth open to receive her anxious tongue, his body relax as he pulled her to him.
“Ouch!” he yelped.
“Oh, sorry.”
“How do you propose we do this? I mean, without both of us ending up in traction.”
“I suppose we’ll have to do it like porcupines,” she giggled. “Very carefully. Here.” She opened her hand to reveal a white plastic box about two inches square.
“What’s this for?” he asked, taking it from her palm and examining it.
“You’ll see.”
“I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”
“Well I do, and so does he.” Elgin pulled up the hem of his gown. His fully erect cock lay red and hard against his brown hair and tan skin. “That makes it two against one.”
Harm grinned. “Okay, I guess I’m outnumbered. What now?”
Elgin changed her position, settling between his long legs. Gently, she kissed the head of his cock, slowly taking it up in her mouth, nipping lightly at the swollen flesh, feeling his body tense under her. Sucking, she swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting a salty drop of his fluid.
A few more seconds of this delightful torture and she released him.
“Flip the little switch on the top to ‘on,’” she instructed, “and move the thumb wheel very slowly.”
Obediently, he did as she said.
“Oh,” she squeaked in surprise, shivering a bit.
“What?” he demanded quickly. “What happened? What’d I do?”
In response, Elgin rose to her knees and spread her pussy lips apart. Sliding her thumb and forefinger slowly inside, in a moment she produced a smooth, shiny silver egg which she held up for him to see.
“It’s a vibrator,” she explained with a broad smile. “Remote controlled.”
“You mean…” he could hardly believe it.
“Uh-huh, I’m completely in your hands,” she laughed, sliding the egg back where it had come from. “Since it might still be a little bit longer until we can resume our more…strenuous activities, I thought it might be fun to explore alternate avenues. Besides, I know how fond you are of gadgets.”
“Well, well, well,” Harm chuckled, “ a remote control pussy. Whatever will they think of next?”
“Yes, well you be damned careful with that thing,” she warned playfully. “Don’t forget; I may be in your hands but you’re in my mouth.”
As she worked on him at her leisurely pace, Elgin could feel the egg inside her, now barely running, the next second sending waves of pleasure shooting through her. Nibbling on his balls, she felt a steady flow of energy prickling through her blood like shards of fire. Moving back along his shaft, the current ebbed and flowed like a roller coaster of sweet torment, dipping and rising and plunging and swaying as she moved toward the edge.
His cock, stiff and erect, glowed red hot, wriggling as she played with him, alternating her own tempo just as Camp varied the vibrations for her. But she knew they’d both been simmering, alone, for much longer than they should have been. Like that first frantic time, all that mattered to either of them showed in their revving hearts, rapid breaths and moans.
Grunts and stifled cries signaled the onrush of his climax, pushing the vibrator to its limit as she came too, muffling her shrieks of pleasure with his cock, swallowing as much as she could, the rest spilling out.
Limp, she pulled herself up and collapsed next to him, feeling the egg shut off as she lay back on the shared pillow, unable even to express her joy at being with the man she loved again. Panting, she closed her eyes and reveled in the sheer ecstasy of him.
“I love you,” he mumbled contentedly.
“I love you, too.”
“I know you’ve got a contract with Fantasy Publishing for some more of those Gillian Shelby books, but I want you to start shopping Another Love around. I’ve done some work for a couple of the big publishing houses and can probably open some doors. Book’s too good and you’re too talented to be wasted.”
“Uh-huh,” she agreed, between yawns. Chuckling to herself, Elgin remembered the book she’d started out to write and how much more wonderful the reality had turned out to be than the fantasy. Oh well, Sheila would just have to settle for something else. She was not about to share even a fictional Campbell Harm with anyone. Gillian’s fans would just have to be satisfied with her imagination. Of course, with the kind of inspiration she now had, that might turn out to be very hot indeed.
“I want to find a townhouse for us as soon as possible. Your condo’s all right for now and certainly better than my bachelor pad, but after we’re married, we’ll both want to stay in the city because of our careers and a condo is just no place to raise kids. Need room to spread out. And a backyard.”
“Uh-huh.” She could barely keep her eyes open.
“And while you’ll always be an equal partner in this relationship and I want you to continue your career even after we have kids, I’m still old fashioned enough to believe that a man should wear the pants in the family. You know, Harm’s Way.”
Hmmm.
Mr. and Mrs. Campbell Alexander Harm?
Mr. and Mrs. C.A. Harm?
Campbell and Elgin Harm?
Camp and Ellie Harm?
Mrs. Elgin Collier Harm?
She smiled slightly.
“Yes, dear,” Elgin answered softly, reaching over to kiss him good night. “From now on, it will always be Harms’ Way.”
About the author
Liz began her career at age three when she started telling her own stories to her dolls and favorite stuffed bear. Her older sister taught her to write at six so she immediately began writing down her stories and reading them to her family. At seven, she decided to become a writer. She won several creative-writing contests in grammar school and by the time she'd moved on to high school, she was working on the school newspaper and had a "lending library" of her popular stories that circulated amongst her peers. Her first paying writing job was in her teens working for the local newspaper, interviewing celebrities who appeared at the local theater-in-the-round.
Liz married, had children, and took a "real" job while she went to college at night, finally earning her degree in Business but never giving up her writing. During this time, she continued to learn her craft and hone her skills. Five years ago, she decided to devote herself to writing seriously. In that time, she's had several short stories published and finished four novels. Her work ranges over several genres from romance to the paranormal.
Liz welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
