I want to spread her legs wide and glide my hand along her seam to see if she’s wet, if she’s as needy as I am.
“Is something wrong?” she asks, lifting up and turning just enough that I can see the slightest curve of her side boob.
“No.” I let out a low cough. “Nothing’s wrong.” Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab the stupid, sweet-smelling lotion and squirt a solid amount on my hands. I’m going to be smelling this all goddamn day, even when I’m getting dressed for the game. I can feel it already.
Then I climb on the bed and straddle her body. “Am I pressing down on you too hard? I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
“No, you feel good, Eli.”
My nostrils flare, and I take a deep breath. Just rub her shoulder. That’s all you have to do, rub her freaking shoulder.
I reach down and move my hand along her tight muscles.
“Oh, yes, right there,” she moans as her hands curl into the blanket beneath her. “That feels so good, Eli.”
Holy mother of God.
When I agreed to do this, I didn’t think she’d sound like she was mid-orgasm. If I’d predicted that, there’s no way I’d have offered to massage her.
But too late now.
“Is the, uh . . . pressure okay?”
“So good,” she says on a heavy breath. “Oh Eli, your hands, they feel amazing.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to keep a handle on things. Think of gross things, things that won’t make your dick hard like . . .
Posey eating a bologna sandwich.
And . . . Taters showing me that hairball from the locker room showers the other day.
And . . . the gash in Pacey’s knee that one time we played hockey on his hometown lake.
Blood. There was so much blood.
Lots and lots of blood.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Right there. Ohhh, Eli. I owe you so much after this.”
BLOOD!
He needed six stitches.
They did it without Novocain.
“You’re giving me chills.” Her butt lifts up against my cock.
TOENAILS.
He didn’t cut his toenails. I remember telling him he should have cut them in case of something like going to the hospital for stitches ever happened.
Because blood . . . all of the blood.
“Eli?”
“Yes?” I croak.
“I . . . I’m a little embarrassed, but . . .” She turns and covers her breasts as she makes it all the way to her back, and I’m straddling her, staring down at her gorgeous, blushed face. “I’m incredibly turned on right now. This is crazy, but hey, my doctor told me to give in to the urge, so, could you hand me my vibrator that’s in the nightstand and give me a little privacy?”
