Meryl and Don-Love and Only Love Chapter 33, Part 1
A week later, and it was Don's birthday. He still wasn't able to do much, including make love no matter how much he begged his doctor and Meryl, but at least he could walk their stairs and sleep in his own bed with his wife. Meryl rolled over on the morning of Don's birthday and smiled at him sleeping beside her. She had an idea. She knew how much not making love was making him crazy, she felt the same way, but thought of a way to make him happy that wouldn't hurt his ribs. She carefully crawled under the covers, pulled his penis out of his boxers as she pushed up his shirt and placed kisses over his torso, while she was careful not to put any pressure on his torso.
She heard Don give a soft intake of breath as she pressed her lips to the head of his penis giving him a quick kiss before moving to his inner thighs, nipping him lightly with her teeth, then soothing him with her lips and tongue. She soon felt a tap on her head and she poked her head up from the covers. "Morning." She said with a kiss to his stomach.
"Hey there." He laughed. "What are you doing down there?"
Meryl couldn't help but laugh at his question. "Giving my husband his birthday gift, you mind?"
"I'm sure as hell not going to stop you...carry on." He smiled as she ducked down beneath the covers. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He had his gorgeous as hell wife giving him head on the morning of his birthday.
Now that he was awake, she managed to take his boxers off him. Meryl pulled him back from his lower belly-he was so painfully hard-and while she cupped him, she slipped him into her mouth. Don gave a deep groan, his eyes closing, his fingers moving to tangle in her hair. Her tongue swirled over him; her lips sucked at him.
Meryl reveled in the scent that was purely her husband. Her own body was humming with desire, but she was trying to ignore it.
Don looked under the covers and groaned at every man's erotic fantasy. She ran her tongue over him, tracing his pulsing ridges from base to tip then running circles over the deep ridge at his head before sucking him back into her mouth. Groaning deeply, his orgasm started to tighten deep in his belly causing his hips to thrust involuntarily. Don felt her fingers circle around the base of him squeezing and sliding over him while her mouth picked up speed over the tip. He closed his eyes and threw his head back breathing heavily and moaning her name.
Meryl felt the orgasm at the same time he did, she felt is balls tighten under her fingertips, his thighs grow taut and the little electric surges that ran through his penis just before he came with a deep harsh groan of her name.
They were silent for some time, as Don tried to catch his breath, and Meryl pressed soft kisses to his lower belly feeling the shivering aftershocks of his climax ripple through him until he sat up against the head board, and she went to sit by him. "Happy Birthday, handsome." She whispered with a kiss to his lips.
"Thank you, in more ways than one." He moaned as he deepened the kiss and tasted himself on her lips. "You are amazing, have I ever told you that?"
Meryl smiled at him as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Once or twice."
Don knew what he wanted to do, but wondered if she would let him. "Straddle me."
"Baby, we can't...your ribs...your hand." She pointed out looking at him.
Don smiled as he tenderly kissed her lips. "That was amazing, but I want to be closer to you. I know we can't make love, but I want to feel close to you. As long as you don't push on my chest we'll be okay. It IS my birthday. And let me worry about my hands and where they will be."
Meryl looked at his handsome face and couldn't resist him. "I can't seem to resist you."
"I know, I LOVE that about you." He winked as she climbed on his lap.
Meryl knew he wanted to feel her and be close to her, but she felt the same way. After the nightmare she'd had a week ago, she wanted to be close to him constantly, this was as close as they had been for the past week. She slipped her hands up under his t-shirt to run her fingers over his abdomen and and careful not to touch his ribs, just as her lips descended down to covers his. She carefully lifted his t-shirt over his head, mindful of his injuries, and placed healing kisses along his chest.
When Meryl kissed him, Don took it a step further his hands moving up under her pajama top, fingers teasing her ribs until she shivered, nearly begging for more. She needed him to touch her and when he finally cupped her full breasts in his hands, she gave a low moan of pleasure. Don unbuttoned her top, separating it, and was drowning in the need to taster her, and bent forward kissing the tip of each nipple. With her chest almost level with his mouth, Don lifted one tantalizing plump breast so he could take the tip into his mouth. He teased the hard peak until Meryl's breath came in soft pants, suckling, nipping, licking, over and over until she thought her whole body would explode. When he turned his attention to her other nipple, he slid his hand into her pajama bottoms feeling the soft curls that lay underneath the thin scrap of lace as he teased her with his fingertips. He was itching to caress those curls but he was determined to prolong his wife's pleasure.
"Don." She gritted her teeth against the torture it was to stop him, but still, she stilled his hand. "Baby, you don't need to take it this far. I can wait."
Don smiled as he kissed her lips. "I don't want you to wait. You just gave me unbelievable pleasure."
"It's your birthday." She breathed heavily.
"And on my birthday I want to kiss and touch you. I want to touch you here." Meryl tried to bite back a whimper as he wiggled his finger against her damp panties. "Do you have any idea how much I've missed touching and kissing you like this?" As his tongue made love to her nipple she was out of her mind with need for the only man who could make her feel like this. All rational thought was thrown out the window. Moving restlessly against his hand, her fingers threading through his hair, she held his mouth to her breast and allowed her body to fall under his magic touch.
"Don, please." She moaned, she needed more, needing only what he could give. Don complied, teasing the edge of the low riding lace panties that barely covered her, he slid his hand inside, moaning at what he had done to her. "BABY!" She cried out as his finger rounded over her clitoris creating a rhythm that had her heart racing, her belly clenching. She pulled his lips from her nipple and lifted his head. "Kiss me, Don, please kiss me."
Don kissed her with all the desire that he felt for her, and was unable to unleash for a week, at the same time his finger slid into her core. She moaned against his mouth when he added a second finger, his thumb continuing to circle against the sweet bundle of pleasure that had her rocking against him working toward a release that was building inside her with every touch.
Rising and rising with nothing mattering to her but Don's mouth mating with hers, his fingers plunging within her, his thumb flicking back and forth against a bundle of nerves that made her want to scream, Meryl's breath caught in the back of her throat, releasing in a long throaty groan when she plunged over the edge in climax, her whole body seeming to contract against Don's fingers. With another soft cry she collapsed, her head resting on his shoulder. Even through her orgasm she was mindful not to press herself into his chest. Don kept his fingers inside her panties enjoying the feel of her still quivering and contracting against his fingers.
"Now it's a happy birthday." He murmured softly against the top of her head. Don's free hand stroked through Meryl's hair.
She lifted herself from him, and laid her head on his shoulder. "Happy Birthday, baby. That was amazing."
"Soon it will be even better." He said with a kiss to her head, again.
She lifted her head and tenderly kissed his lips. "All I care about is I have you."
"So, are we still going out to see your dad?" Don asked as he held her as close as possible.
Meryl was stroking his stomach. "Babe, you don't have to. I just need to do some work on his finances, and check on him."
"What else am I gonna do?" He asked making her laugh. "I'm looking forward to it."
Meryl lifted her head and smiled at him. "We better get dressed before the girls burst in here."
***
After Don and Meryl put on their robes she carefully wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned up to gently kiss his lips. "You're still pretty hot for an old man."
"All for you, baby." He laughed as he kissed her back until their bedroom door flew open.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Louisa yelled as she jumped up on her parents bed.
Meryl smiled at Don and gave him a quick kiss as she slapped his rear. "Told ya."
"Hey sweetheart." Don said as he went to sit by his daughter and gently hugged her.
Louisa kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Daddy. I made you breakfast."
"WE made you breakfast." Grace said bringing in a tray. "Happy Birthday, Dad."
Meryl smiled as she saw Don with 2 of his girls as they sat on the bed and ate. Loving the sight before her. "Okay, let Mom in, I know it's not my birthday."
"Come on Mama, I made the eggs." Louisa said proudly.
Grace smiled as her mother and father were obviously choked the eggs down. "Don't worry they're cooked."
"Mom, Dad, don't you like them?" Louisa asked concerned as her parents both reached for juice at the same time.
Don and Meryl looked at each other. "They're good, baby." Meryl said trying to smile.
"You know how much I love eggs, thanks sweetheart." Don smiled as he tried not to gag.
Their breakfast leaved ALOT to be desired. But they were all together and that was what mattered.
***
Meryl and Don dropped the girls off to school and then headed to her father's house in Stamford. They enjoyed laughing and talking. Meryl told him about a concern she had about her father.
"What do you mean he's off?" Don asked.
Meryl shrugged. "I don't know. He gets irritated easily and is forgetting things."
"Sweetheart, his wife of over 60 years just died, his daughter was targeted by a psycho, and he's 90 years old. That's normal." Don tried to soothe.
Meryl smiled at him, hoping he was right. "I hope so." She said as she heard his stomach growl at the same time as hers. "Hungry?"
"Starving!" Don exclaimed. "I could not subject myself to anymore of their cooking."
Meryl couldn't help but laugh. "Me either. It was very sweet of them."
"We have the best kids." Don said kissing her hand and then thinking about that morning. "And I have the best wife."
Meryl smiled as she turned onto the main drag of Stamford. "I'm about to get even better."
"Here? On the road? Need me to drive?" He teased.
Meryl couldn't help but laugh at him. "No, not that."
"What could be better than this morning?" Don asked.
Meryl smiled as she turned into Chik Fil-A. "Not better, just a different kind of good...coffee and a sausage biscuit."
"You do love me!" Don teased-he loved their sausage biscuits.
Meryl laughed as she pulled into the drive thru and kissed him. "Yeah, I do."
***
After enjoying breakfast by the river, Don and Meryl arrived at her father's house. She unlocked the door and went in. "Daddy, we're here."
"Where is he?" Don asked.
Meryl shook her head as she hung up their coats. "I'm not sure...DAD!"
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked when Don and Meryl walked in the kitchen.
Meryl looked at Don, concerned. "Daddy, when we talked yesterday I said we would be coming by this morning."
"No, you didn't." Harry snapped.
Now Don was starting to see what Meryl was saying. "It's good to see you, Dad."
"You too, Don. Shouldn't you be in the studio?" Harry asked.
Now Meryl was even more concerned. "Daddy, Don was hurt and can't work, remember? Don't you remember we talked yesterday?"
"No, we didn't! It seems you've been a bit too busy for your old man these days, excuse me." Harry said as he walked out of the kitchen.
Meryl felt like she had the wind knocked out of her and sat down. "Something's wrong."
"Yeah, he is not himself. I have NEVER seen him snap at you like this." Don said sitting down. "I'm sorry if because of me you haven't been giving him the attention he needs."
Meryl placed her hand over his on the table. "No sweetheart, that's not it. I talk to him everyday, besides, we were just out here last weekend AFTER your accident."
"I'm concerned about him as well." Don acknowledged. "What do you think is going on?"
Meryl shook her head. "I really don't know. I better go talk to him."
"No, you go check his bills and I'll go talk to him." He said as Meryl helped him stand up. Don cupped her cheek and kissed it. "We'll figure it out."
***
She heard Don give a soft intake of breath as she pressed her lips to the head of his penis giving him a quick kiss before moving to his inner thighs, nipping him lightly with her teeth, then soothing him with her lips and tongue. She soon felt a tap on her head and she poked her head up from the covers. "Morning." She said with a kiss to his stomach.
"Hey there." He laughed. "What are you doing down there?"
Meryl couldn't help but laugh at his question. "Giving my husband his birthday gift, you mind?"
"I'm sure as hell not going to stop you...carry on." He smiled as she ducked down beneath the covers. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He had his gorgeous as hell wife giving him head on the morning of his birthday.
Now that he was awake, she managed to take his boxers off him. Meryl pulled him back from his lower belly-he was so painfully hard-and while she cupped him, she slipped him into her mouth. Don gave a deep groan, his eyes closing, his fingers moving to tangle in her hair. Her tongue swirled over him; her lips sucked at him.
Meryl reveled in the scent that was purely her husband. Her own body was humming with desire, but she was trying to ignore it.
Don looked under the covers and groaned at every man's erotic fantasy. She ran her tongue over him, tracing his pulsing ridges from base to tip then running circles over the deep ridge at his head before sucking him back into her mouth. Groaning deeply, his orgasm started to tighten deep in his belly causing his hips to thrust involuntarily. Don felt her fingers circle around the base of him squeezing and sliding over him while her mouth picked up speed over the tip. He closed his eyes and threw his head back breathing heavily and moaning her name.
Meryl felt the orgasm at the same time he did, she felt is balls tighten under her fingertips, his thighs grow taut and the little electric surges that ran through his penis just before he came with a deep harsh groan of her name.
They were silent for some time, as Don tried to catch his breath, and Meryl pressed soft kisses to his lower belly feeling the shivering aftershocks of his climax ripple through him until he sat up against the head board, and she went to sit by him. "Happy Birthday, handsome." She whispered with a kiss to his lips.
"Thank you, in more ways than one." He moaned as he deepened the kiss and tasted himself on her lips. "You are amazing, have I ever told you that?"
Meryl smiled at him as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Once or twice."
Don knew what he wanted to do, but wondered if she would let him. "Straddle me."
"Baby, we can't...your ribs...your hand." She pointed out looking at him.
Don smiled as he tenderly kissed her lips. "That was amazing, but I want to be closer to you. I know we can't make love, but I want to feel close to you. As long as you don't push on my chest we'll be okay. It IS my birthday. And let me worry about my hands and where they will be."
Meryl looked at his handsome face and couldn't resist him. "I can't seem to resist you."
"I know, I LOVE that about you." He winked as she climbed on his lap.
Meryl knew he wanted to feel her and be close to her, but she felt the same way. After the nightmare she'd had a week ago, she wanted to be close to him constantly, this was as close as they had been for the past week. She slipped her hands up under his t-shirt to run her fingers over his abdomen and and careful not to touch his ribs, just as her lips descended down to covers his. She carefully lifted his t-shirt over his head, mindful of his injuries, and placed healing kisses along his chest.
When Meryl kissed him, Don took it a step further his hands moving up under her pajama top, fingers teasing her ribs until she shivered, nearly begging for more. She needed him to touch her and when he finally cupped her full breasts in his hands, she gave a low moan of pleasure. Don unbuttoned her top, separating it, and was drowning in the need to taster her, and bent forward kissing the tip of each nipple. With her chest almost level with his mouth, Don lifted one tantalizing plump breast so he could take the tip into his mouth. He teased the hard peak until Meryl's breath came in soft pants, suckling, nipping, licking, over and over until she thought her whole body would explode. When he turned his attention to her other nipple, he slid his hand into her pajama bottoms feeling the soft curls that lay underneath the thin scrap of lace as he teased her with his fingertips. He was itching to caress those curls but he was determined to prolong his wife's pleasure.
"Don." She gritted her teeth against the torture it was to stop him, but still, she stilled his hand. "Baby, you don't need to take it this far. I can wait."
Don smiled as he kissed her lips. "I don't want you to wait. You just gave me unbelievable pleasure."
"It's your birthday." She breathed heavily.
"And on my birthday I want to kiss and touch you. I want to touch you here." Meryl tried to bite back a whimper as he wiggled his finger against her damp panties. "Do you have any idea how much I've missed touching and kissing you like this?" As his tongue made love to her nipple she was out of her mind with need for the only man who could make her feel like this. All rational thought was thrown out the window. Moving restlessly against his hand, her fingers threading through his hair, she held his mouth to her breast and allowed her body to fall under his magic touch.
"Don, please." She moaned, she needed more, needing only what he could give. Don complied, teasing the edge of the low riding lace panties that barely covered her, he slid his hand inside, moaning at what he had done to her. "BABY!" She cried out as his finger rounded over her clitoris creating a rhythm that had her heart racing, her belly clenching. She pulled his lips from her nipple and lifted his head. "Kiss me, Don, please kiss me."
Don kissed her with all the desire that he felt for her, and was unable to unleash for a week, at the same time his finger slid into her core. She moaned against his mouth when he added a second finger, his thumb continuing to circle against the sweet bundle of pleasure that had her rocking against him working toward a release that was building inside her with every touch.
Rising and rising with nothing mattering to her but Don's mouth mating with hers, his fingers plunging within her, his thumb flicking back and forth against a bundle of nerves that made her want to scream, Meryl's breath caught in the back of her throat, releasing in a long throaty groan when she plunged over the edge in climax, her whole body seeming to contract against Don's fingers. With another soft cry she collapsed, her head resting on his shoulder. Even through her orgasm she was mindful not to press herself into his chest. Don kept his fingers inside her panties enjoying the feel of her still quivering and contracting against his fingers.
"Now it's a happy birthday." He murmured softly against the top of her head. Don's free hand stroked through Meryl's hair.
She lifted herself from him, and laid her head on his shoulder. "Happy Birthday, baby. That was amazing."
"Soon it will be even better." He said with a kiss to her head, again.
She lifted her head and tenderly kissed his lips. "All I care about is I have you."
"So, are we still going out to see your dad?" Don asked as he held her as close as possible.
Meryl was stroking his stomach. "Babe, you don't have to. I just need to do some work on his finances, and check on him."
"What else am I gonna do?" He asked making her laugh. "I'm looking forward to it."
Meryl lifted her head and smiled at him. "We better get dressed before the girls burst in here."
***
After Don and Meryl put on their robes she carefully wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned up to gently kiss his lips. "You're still pretty hot for an old man."
"All for you, baby." He laughed as he kissed her back until their bedroom door flew open.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Louisa yelled as she jumped up on her parents bed.
Meryl smiled at Don and gave him a quick kiss as she slapped his rear. "Told ya."
"Hey sweetheart." Don said as he went to sit by his daughter and gently hugged her.
Louisa kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Daddy. I made you breakfast."
"WE made you breakfast." Grace said bringing in a tray. "Happy Birthday, Dad."
Meryl smiled as she saw Don with 2 of his girls as they sat on the bed and ate. Loving the sight before her. "Okay, let Mom in, I know it's not my birthday."
"Come on Mama, I made the eggs." Louisa said proudly.
Grace smiled as her mother and father were obviously choked the eggs down. "Don't worry they're cooked."
"Mom, Dad, don't you like them?" Louisa asked concerned as her parents both reached for juice at the same time.
Don and Meryl looked at each other. "They're good, baby." Meryl said trying to smile.
"You know how much I love eggs, thanks sweetheart." Don smiled as he tried not to gag.
Their breakfast leaved ALOT to be desired. But they were all together and that was what mattered.
***
Meryl and Don dropped the girls off to school and then headed to her father's house in Stamford. They enjoyed laughing and talking. Meryl told him about a concern she had about her father.
"What do you mean he's off?" Don asked.
Meryl shrugged. "I don't know. He gets irritated easily and is forgetting things."
"Sweetheart, his wife of over 60 years just died, his daughter was targeted by a psycho, and he's 90 years old. That's normal." Don tried to soothe.
Meryl smiled at him, hoping he was right. "I hope so." She said as she heard his stomach growl at the same time as hers. "Hungry?"
"Starving!" Don exclaimed. "I could not subject myself to anymore of their cooking."
Meryl couldn't help but laugh. "Me either. It was very sweet of them."
"We have the best kids." Don said kissing her hand and then thinking about that morning. "And I have the best wife."
Meryl smiled as she turned onto the main drag of Stamford. "I'm about to get even better."
"Here? On the road? Need me to drive?" He teased.
Meryl couldn't help but laugh at him. "No, not that."
"What could be better than this morning?" Don asked.
Meryl smiled as she turned into Chik Fil-A. "Not better, just a different kind of good...coffee and a sausage biscuit."
"You do love me!" Don teased-he loved their sausage biscuits.
Meryl laughed as she pulled into the drive thru and kissed him. "Yeah, I do."
***
After enjoying breakfast by the river, Don and Meryl arrived at her father's house. She unlocked the door and went in. "Daddy, we're here."
"Where is he?" Don asked.
Meryl shook her head as she hung up their coats. "I'm not sure...DAD!"
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked when Don and Meryl walked in the kitchen.
Meryl looked at Don, concerned. "Daddy, when we talked yesterday I said we would be coming by this morning."
"No, you didn't." Harry snapped.
Now Don was starting to see what Meryl was saying. "It's good to see you, Dad."
"You too, Don. Shouldn't you be in the studio?" Harry asked.
Now Meryl was even more concerned. "Daddy, Don was hurt and can't work, remember? Don't you remember we talked yesterday?"
"No, we didn't! It seems you've been a bit too busy for your old man these days, excuse me." Harry said as he walked out of the kitchen.
Meryl felt like she had the wind knocked out of her and sat down. "Something's wrong."
"Yeah, he is not himself. I have NEVER seen him snap at you like this." Don said sitting down. "I'm sorry if because of me you haven't been giving him the attention he needs."
Meryl placed her hand over his on the table. "No sweetheart, that's not it. I talk to him everyday, besides, we were just out here last weekend AFTER your accident."
"I'm concerned about him as well." Don acknowledged. "What do you think is going on?"
Meryl shook her head. "I really don't know. I better go talk to him."
"No, you go check his bills and I'll go talk to him." He said as Meryl helped him stand up. Don cupped her cheek and kissed it. "We'll figure it out."
***