Quarantine [MF] [Friends to lovers]

A month ago nobody didn’t expect the virus to grow into a full blown pandemic. When the fever spread through my body you were there to take care of me, my best friend. Whom I invited over the weekend to spend some quality time with, no sign of sickness when I picked you up earlier this weekend.

The first night was nearly unbearable but you insisted you stay with me, made it clear that if I already was sick when we met you surely were infected by now, and that we would get through this together. I went from violent fever chills to drenched in sweat in a matter of hours. You held a straw to my lips, ushering me to drink some water to get the painkillers down, your eyes worried when you checked my pulse. You held my hand to calm me down when the fever climbed and I begun to hallucinate. I tossed and turned violently in my sheets, panting trying to get some air down.

When the fever finally broke and I could muster any kind of strength to form a whole sentence you were there to look after me. “Do you think you could stand up sweetheart?” your voice low and caring made me cry. I nodded through the tears of weakness when you held your arms around me to support my sore body as we walked the few steps to the bathroom.

You helped me sit down on the cold toilet lid as you turned on the taps to the bathtub and poured some bath oil in the steaming water. “Are you alright?” you brushed your fingertips against my chin, making me look up at you.

I nod. “We need to get you out of those clothes baby”. “Help” my voice sound brittle and you kneel beside me. “Are you sure?” you stare into my eyes and I nod again. “I don’t care if you see me naked, I can’t do it alone” my voice breaks as I hold back my tears, hating myself for being this weak. “Well then, arms up” you stand up again. I obey you and raise my arms. Your fingers grip my shirt and you pull it slowly up over my stomach, over my chest and over my head. You toss it in the laundry basket, trying to avoid letting your eyes slide down to my bare breasts.

I grab your hips, raising myself on unsteady legs. Your fingers grace over the waistband of my shorts, my eyes linger at your slightly parted lips. You are nervous, I can feel the electricity between us when you push my shorts and panties down over my hips. I can feel your fingertips through the thin fabric as it slides over my butt and down over my thighs.

I can feel your eyes on me, how they slowly move over me. I lose my balance as the sudden dizziness hits me, your hands grab me by my waist, supporting me. “Easy love” the pet name you gave me years ago comforts me, the embarrassment of being completely naked in front of you gone. “I don’t think I can do this…” my voice shakes yet again, holding back my tears. “Schh… I’ll help you” your hands move slowly over my ribs, trying to encourage me.

“Just hold on to me” your warm breath tease my ear as you move your arms around me and lift me over the edge of the bathtub. The warm water soothes my sore body as you lower me down slowly. “You alright love?” your beautiful eyes stare into mine as you let me go, moving your hands over my arms. “I think so” I press my knees against my chest, trying to cover myself. You nod, “I’ll be right outside then”, you step out and leave the door open a little bit.

Having you close is calming me. I grab the bottle of pink shower gel and press a generous amount into my palm. The smell of strawberries linger in the air as I let my hands roam over my skin. Washing the fever sweat off me makes everything a little better. I lean my back against the warm porcelain and sigh. I hear you rummaging around in the kitchen. “Could you help me wash my hair?” I call out to you. I hear your footsteps and the door opens. I look up at you with puppy eyes. You are really handsome, the thought comes as a surprise as we only been best friends. Tall, broad shoulders, beautiful eyes and a sexy smile.

“Sure love”, and there it is again, the soft pet name, and my heart flutters as you kneel down beside the tub. I slide down further, leaning back and soak my hair, you let me take my time, cautiously watching my every move. I push myself up, leaning forward resting my chin om my knees. I hear you move, and feel the cold shampoo as your fingers begin to wash my hair. I close my eyes, almost moaning in pleasure. “Fuck this feels good” I purr.

I hear you laugh, “Well, this is not the usual activity I get that kind of reaction from” your fingers move with ease. I smile, still with my eyes closed, “I bet”. Your fingers wander down, resting on my naked shoulders, which feels good. A little to good… “Rinse”, your voice is warm and deep. “Hm…?” my mind wandered to far out. “Can you rinse by yourself?” I look over my shoulder. “I think I can manage”, your smile is warm, and you lean forward and dip your hands into the warm soapy water, rinsing them off. You rise and leave the bathroom, giving me some privacy.

After the rinsing and another wash with the strawberry shower gel I finally feel clean. I lean forward and get on my knees, the dizziness hits me hard and I close my eyes, breathing heavily. I push myself up by gripping the sides of the tub hard, afraid I will lose balance at any second. I lean my back against the tiles, trembling. “You need any… wow…” your voice makes me flinch and I inhale sharply when I see you standing in the doorway.

The warm soapy water drops run down my naked skin and your eyes wander, taking in every inch of me. The lust in your eyes are clear when we stare into each others eyes. “Fuck every sane thought…” you exhale and move fast. Your hands grab me over my hips and your lips crash against mine. I whimper in shock and you moan deeply when I open my mouth welcoming your tongue. I press my palms against your soft t-shirt, it gets wet but you don’t seem to notice.

You move one arm around me, your other hand wanders down to my butt, squeezing it. I whimper into your mouth and my arms move around your neck, deepens the kiss. I squeal when you lift me up, and I willingly let my legs move around you, crossing them around your waist. You carry me to my bedroom and lay me down on my back, not for a moment breaking our kiss. The sheets are soft, and I notice the smell of softener. You move back, only to admire my curves yet again. “Did you change my sheets…?” I watch you closely as you begin to undress.

“I would do anything for you love” your voice is thick with emotion. When I hear the sound of the zipper in your jeans my toes curl by pure excitement. You push them down your hips and remove your t-shirt in one swift motion. I bite down into my lower lip, god you are something, why haven’t I noticed this before? My mind goes blank when you pull your boxers down, Your cock is throbbing and my mouth water when you stroke yourself. I can see you tremble, and I push myself up to sitting position. “Can I…?”

I can see your eyes grow darker, I guess you like having me this vulnerable, just inches from your hard cock, looking up at you for permission. You stroke yourself slowly, teasing me. Then you push a strand of my damp hair behind my ear. “Easy” you growl when I stick my tongue out, tasting you with one long lick. I take you in my mouth, moaning as I let my tongue move over your sensitive skin. I close my eyes in pleasure, hearing you groan turns me on so fucking much.

I feel your hands in my hair, only lightly stroking me. I let my fingertips move over your hips and let my tongue swirl around the tip. You grab my hair, forcing me from your throbbing cock. “I want more” my voice is flustered. You push me down onto my back, wasting no time as you lean forward and lick my nipples. “I need to taste you” you growl and nip over my sensitive skin. I moan as your tongue move lower, over my chest, stomach, down to my thighs. You press your palms against my knees, and I willingly spread my legs for you. “Good girl…” you praise and cover my wet, hot and wanting pussy with your mouth.

I buck my hips in pleasure, closing my eyes and tangle my fingers in your hair. “Oh fuck…” I pant when you pick up the pace, your tongue doing the most amazing things. “Don’t cum yet love…” your remark makes me moan even louder and I grab a fistful of your hair to hold you in place. You groan and let two fingers slide into my wet pussy, contradicting your own words as I’m violently rush forward to my climax. My toes curl and my thighs tense up. Just a little more, “don’t stop” I whimper.

But you do, you force my tangled fingers from your hair by grabbing me by my wrists. You force my arms down into the mattress when you raise yourself over me. Your lips crash against mine as you bury your hard throbbing cock inside me with one hard thrust. My moans are choked by our kiss, and you move, starting to pound my wet pussy. I let my legs cross around your waist, ushering you to go faster. “I’ve wanted you for so long” you pant against my lips, “fuck you feel so fucking good love”. The pet name and your warm body against mine makes it unbearable.

I can feel your hands tense around my wrists, how the wildfire rush through my veins, my eyes flicker and I scream as the orgasm hits me. I hear your growl and feel your body tense against me, your hips bucks into mine as you cum. You shake, your lips finding mine again and we kiss deeply as both our climaxes rush.

We come down, I still aftershake when I open my eyes, only to look into yours. You smirk, kissing me again. “You okay love…?” I purr, still my legs crossed around your waist. “If I knew you be this good of taking care of me, I would have gotten sick much sooner”, you laugh. “Well then… how about I take care of you some more huh…?”

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