“Yes, that’s correct. All of it. I’d like you to keep my credit card on file and charge it each time you send her medication out.”
“Would that be just for the Humira or for her methotrexate as well?” the pharmacist asked.
“Both, please.”
After reading his credit card information to the pharmacist, he handed the phone back to me. I wrapped up the end of the phone call as I began crying.
“What’s wrong?” Dale asked.
“I feel so…so…useless! You’re paying for everything because I can’t, and I feel like shit about it. I’ve always paid for things, but now I can’t. I just don’t feel like a good mom right now.”
“What are you talking about? You’re a great mom! That’s one of the things that attracted me so much to you.”
“I don’t feel like a great mom. I feel like a piece of shit. You’re so good to us,” I hugged him.
“I want her to get better just as much as you do. When summer rolls back around, we’re going to get her in that pool and keep her busy as much as humanly possible.”
“How did I get so lucky?” I asked as I leaned upward to kiss him.
“That’s funny, I was about to ask the same thing,” he returned my kiss. “When will the medicine be here?”
“He said next week, but I’ll have to schedule an appointment with Dr. Newton for her initial dose, so she probably won’t have it for close to two weeks.”
“We’ll make it through that. Even if I have to come over here to watch her while you go to work, I will.”
I thought about what he said for a moment and remembered I only had two points until I’d get fired. “You might have to do that.”
That night, Dale stayed over, not wanting to leave us alone. We needed support now more than ever. As we lay in bed snuggling, he began trailing kisses down my neck. I eagerly returned them by biting on his ear lobe as we started a hot and heavy make-out session. Grabbing a handful of my firm breast, he moved to the top buttons on my shirt. One at a time, he slowly wrestled with each button until my bra was exposed. He turned me over and climbed on top of me; admiring the view of my cleavage.
He slipped his polo shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor as I began unbuttoning the top of his jeans. With my fingers close to his pleasure zone, his manhood began hardening instantly. Tenderly, he reached under me and began pulling my blouse out of the waistband of my pants; I raised my bottom, helping him along. My heart rate quickened as he began seductively planting kisses along the outline of my cleavage. When he reached my navel, he began undoing my pants, taking them down. Slowly, he worked his way back up to my thighs, lightly tickling them with his nose as he kissed the outside of my silk panties. My moisture dared to saturate them as he began making me wet with anticipation.
Hooking his fingers inside the side straps of my panties, he gently pulled them down; I shimmied my way out of them with his assistance.
“Now where was I?” he teased as his fingers traced the outline of my slit.
Chills ran down my spine; his touch was so soft and deliberate. I could crumble under his spell—and he knew it. He continued by working the tip of his tongue against my clit; first running it in fast circles and later, in long, slow strokes. I bucked my hips wildly as my excitement continued to grow.
“I have an idea,” I whispered. “Let’s do a 69.”
He nodded and backed off of me, lying next to me on the bed as I began to climb on top of him. Slowly, I positioned myself on top of him and started to go down on him. Taking the entire length of his shaft inside of my mouth, I began deep throating him. The more I deep throated him, the faster his tongue swiped my clitoris. Almost matching each other’s pace, we were going wild on one another; almost as if to see who could get whom off faster. When he was about to lose control, he stopped going down on me momentarily and asked to switch positions.
“Kimberly,” he spoke softly, “let’s switch positions. I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up.”
Smiling, I stopped and allowed him to lie down as I climbed on top of him. Lowering myself down onto him, I stared deep into his eyes as I took him inside of me. At the rate I was going, he could feel every single inch of his member entering me; he was glad when it was finally all the way inside of me. The anticipation was pure torture to him, and I knew it. After I was in position, I began slowly rising up and down on his member as he fondled my luscious breasts.
My nipples were hard and swollen, about the size of marbles. He lightly squeezed and pinched them as I rode him cowgirl style. Sensing that he was getting close, I turned myself around and rode him, reverse cowgirl. As I continued grinding his cock with my wetness, his breathing became more labored. His soft moans were turning into louder grunts as I worked his thick shaft in and out of me. He began aggressively pounding me from the bottom as he wildly bucked his hips. Balancing myself on top of him as he thrust me, I leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his ankles as I continued to ride him.