Her response is a full nude, and I’m speechless. And hard. So fucking hard. The woman is a month from giving birth, and she’s still stunning. Her belly is soft, hips round, breasts full. She is the pinnacle of female beauty.
I want to bury myself in her.
But for now, I text:Do you know how hard you make me?
Probably as wet as you get me.
I reach for the lube out of instinct. Can’t help myself. My hand shuttles up and down my length with one hand, and I try to text with the other. It goes badly, so I switch to voice-to-text. “I’m thinking about you, Perry. Splayed out on my bed. Letting me taste you.” Send.
Perry:I’d dig my fingers through your hair, my heels against your back.
Fuck yes. “I’d roll us over and make you ride my face.”
Perry:And after I come, I’d climb down your body so I could ride your cock.
The image of her riding me is enough to get me close. Watching her tits bounce as she rides…gripping her hips to pull her up and down…feeling her come on me. My balls tighten and lift, and heat surges up and down my spine. “I want to feel you on me.Tight and wet and shaking. I’ll make you come again on my cock. And again. And again.”
Perry:Are you close?
“Yes. You?”
Perry:Not ready for that yet. Recovery. But I want you to come. I want to know I helped get you there.
“Fuck.”I stroke harder still, thinking of Perry on me. Hearing her cry out as she comes. It hits hard enough to steal my breath, and I shoot onto a towel. When I can move again, I toss it in the basket and then stagger to collapse onto my bed. My hands shake when I text,You helped.
Smiley face. Then,When I’m recovered, I’d like to help IRL.
Just say the word, and I’m there.My breathing is unsteady in a way I haven’t felt in years. There’s something about this woman that just… I can’t explain it. I want her like I want my next meal.
Perry:That was a terrible idea.
Oh hell. Regret already?Was it?
Because all I can think about is what I can’t have yet, and it’s driving me crazy.
She’s got me grinning at my phone again. I look at the last image she sent before answering. Damn, she’s perfect.I have no regrets whatsoever, and I promise if you give me the chance, I’ll make it up to you.
Perry:It’s a date.
13
PERRY
Olivia showsup with an overnight bag and the kind of expression usually reserved for intervention episodes. “I’m not saying you’re spiraling,” she says, scooping Nicholas out of my arms like she’s done this a hundred times. “I’m just saying…you’re spiraling.”
“I am not spiraling,” I say, adjusting Walker’s blanket. “I’m dating.”
“You sexted your ex’s father.”
“That was recreational.”
She snorts. “He’s the father of your kids.”
“Stop,” I say immediately, sharper than I mean to. “We are not doing that tonight.”
She studies me for a second. “You can’t just put that on a shelf.”
“Watch me.” Because if I let that thought sit in the middle of the room, I won’t breathe. “I’ve been cleared by my obstetrician. Do you know how long it’s been?”
