He'd come home from work Friday with the sniffles; now he was truly sick.
She fretted and fussed over him, fluffing his pillows, feeding him chicken soup. His fever alarmed her, and she wanted to take him to the doctors, but he wouldn't hear of it. "Maybe you should sleep on the couch." He said that evening, pausing to sneeze. "So you don't get sick."
"Nonsense!" She climbed into bed beside him, arranging her pillows. "I'm sure I'm already exposed to whatever germs you have, so don't worry about me. Now you get some sleep."
He laid back, tossing and turning as he tried to get comfortable. "Come here, sweetie." She said, shifting closer to him. Guiding his head to her breast, she made him comfortable, and at last he found peace against her. Wrapping her arms around him, she stroked his forehead until he was deep asleep.
His fever broke around four a.m. He awoke, his head beginning to clear, feeling so much better. He could feel the softness of her breast beneath his head, the warmth of her body against him. Pulling her closer to him, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
When next he awoke, he knew he'd beaten the cold. In fact, he felt so much better that he took a moment to appreciate his sleeping arrangements. Moving his hand up along her side, he cupped her breast through the thin cotton fabric of her nightgown. By shifting his body slightly, he brought his mouth down around the nipple, feeling it grow hard as soon as he began to suck on it.
Letting his hand slide back down her soft body, he moved under the blanket, finding the hem of her nightgown and raising it to her belly. His palm covered her pussy completely, and he held it possessively for a moment, then parted the soft lips, slipping a finger between them. Rubbing against her clit softly, he continued to suck on her breast, waiting for her to awaken.
Awaken she did, with a soft moan, her hand raising to hold his head against her breast. Her pussy grew wet under his attention, and he began to slowly move his finger in and out of her. "You must be uncomfortable, having me sleeping on you like that." He said at last, rolling over on his back. "Now. maybe, you'd like to lay on me?"
She didn't miss the grin in his voice, and, rubbing her hand against his cock, the excitement she heard there, either. Rolling over, she straddled him, his hands on her hips, guiding her down on his hard cock. Gasping with pleasure, she began rocking her hips, hands on his broad chest to steady herself. He reached up and cupped her breasts, laughing at the wet fabric on the one side, pinching and teasing the nipples.
Shaking and shuddering, she entered her orgasm, and the sensations of her pussy spasming around his cock brought him to his orgasm as well. "I see you're feeling better." she observed, then began sneezing.
"Tsk, Tsk." He muttered, his hand feeling the fever in her forehead. "I see you've taken ill. Guess you'll have to stay in bed all day." He grinned, his hands stroking the curve of her ass. "Guess I'll have to stay in bed with you and keep you company."
That was just what they did, too.