“Not too sick, I reckon,” she said and took hold of his hand which was still on her abdomen. She pushed it lower, and he got her hint and started to move it himself.
He found the hem of her nightgown and her warm skin underneath. He went up to her stomach first, touching the same spot he’d touched over her gown. Her skin was perfect, soft and warm and smooth. He searched for her belly button, swept over it lightly and traced downward.
Her pubic hair was soft and curly, and he was dying to see if its color matched her hair. He was breathing heavy, but so was she, she pressed against him and lifted her right leg up over his to give him more space. He found the warm folds of her pussy and stroked it with the tips of his fingers, and they both moaned when he spread the fluid seeping from within her on her labia.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered and kissed her neck.
“You’re easily impressed,” she whispered back and moaned when he probed deeper.
She was hot and slippery. He slid his fingers over her, along her, in her, and her breathing got irregular. His cock was throbbing against her, and he was moving it a little, grinding against her now.
He kissed her neck, the arch of her ear, then sucked her lobe into his mouth. She made a sound and turned more towards him. He was disappointed to lose contact with her butt but didn’t complain, since now he could kiss along her cheek to her lips. He kept exploring her pussy, occasionally circling her clitoris but mostly keeping lower.
They kissed. Her lips were soft and delicious, her morning breath not so much so, and after a minute or so it occurred to him it maybe wasn’t wise to try and lick her tonsils when she had this killer flu. There was nothing short of a heart attack that could’ve stopped him now, though, and so he just kissed her deeper.
She tried to slip her hand into his pants, but the angle wasn’t right. She grunted, exasperated, and tried to push his pants down instead. He wiggled his hips to help, and slowly and laboriously they managed to get them down enough to grant her access to his penis. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him evaluatively. He broke the kiss and pressed his face into her hair.
“Ah, I hope you’re not after a marathon session,” he whispered in her ear. “You’ve got me going already.”
She laughed softly. “No, I think I’m beyond that as well,” she said. “Just come here, will ya?”
She pulled him on top of her, and he let his fingers out of her and complied. She still had a hold of his penis, and now she moved it against her slit. He pushed to nudge her clitoris and she let out a small moan, similar to the ones she’d made the previous night in her sleep. He gasped, feeling the overwhelming onslaught of lust that welled up inside him in response. He thought he should touch her more, maybe go down on her, but she guided him into her and he had no power to resist.
She was slick and tight. He slid deeper and realized she was hot, too hot, she still had fever. It felt peculiar, like sticking his dick into molten lava. It felt extremely good, but he was worrying it might not be the same for her. He remembered the weird sensation of having fever, how it sensitized the skin so that taking a shower felt like needles, and he wondered how it translated to this. He thought he better be as gentle as he could, just in case.
He pulled out a little, pushed deeper and sighed. Oh, good god. She undulated around him and it felt extraordinary, all her hot pressure surrounding him. He kept going until he was fully buried in her. He had been supporting his weight on his straight arms, but now he lowered himself in his elbows, to get closer to her. Her eyes were dark and serious. He kissed her.