Oh. Boy. I almost don’t reply because Plan B sounds pretty amazing but I know I’m nowhere near ready for that. Not that I feel like I’m fully ready for sexting with him, either, but I can’t stop myself.
Now I really am panting when I whisper, “Yes.”
“Did you grab the little pink one?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because my hands want to explore the rest of you.”
“Oh good golly, I want that too. But Walker…”
“Yeah?” he asks, not making fun of me for my choice of words.
I lick my lips and admit, “I want you naked too.”
“How do you know I’m not already?”
My phone buzzes and I furrow my brow wondering who else would be trying to get ahold of me at this hour. “Look at the text that just came through, Ellie.”
I flip over to my messages and am greeted by an image that I hope is burned into my brain for all of eternity.
A selfie of Walker’s bare chest, all eight chiseled packs of muscles on full display with his dark blue sheet barely covering what my perverted self wants to see most.
But what it doesn’t cover, is the fact that his other hand is underneath the sheet, and I can imagine that it’s wrapped tightly around the reason there’s a tent in the thin fabric.
“Holy freaking crap,” I murmur and lick my lips again. I reach for my toy and grip it tightly as I continue to stare at the picture in front of me. He can’t be real, right?
I put the phone back to my ear and I wonder if he can hear how hard it is for me to steady my breathing.
“Did I lose ya?”
“Nuh uh. I’m just… busy staring.”
Walker chuckles. “This is what you do to me. From the minute I saw you on the side of the road, I’ve been fighting off a hard on every time I see you.”
I think for a few seconds before I do something I swore I’d never do. But even though I don’t feel like I can completely let my guard down with Walker, I know I can trust him. At least with this.
I turn to the side, letting my breasts press together to show the most amount of cleavage possible, which, considering that I’m not incredibly well-endowed might be a little bit misleading. I pop out the round socket on the back of my phone that helps me set my phone on an angle and flip the camera to face me. I set the timer for three seconds so I can use both hands. I might be trusting, but I’m not about to send out my nipples into the universe.
I rest my arm across the center of my breasts and make sure the rest of me looks okay then press the button. A burst of pictures is taken and I quickly lift my phone to go through them, picking out one I like the best then send it to Walker before I can think better of it.
“Look at your text,” I say, pushing back the embarrassment that’s threatening to flood my mind.
“Holy fuck, Ellie.”
I smile, relishing in how his words make me feel. “You started it.”
“I’m fucking glad I did, too. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
Well, if that isn’t an ego boost, I don’t know what is. This sexy as sin man thinks the same of me. Sure, I’ve felt pretty before but never sexy. That’s an entirely different thing.
Walker’s next words cause my grip on my sheets to tighten. “I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life. I can’t wait until there’s nothing between us.”
I slide a hand between my legs, needing some sort of relief. “Same here, Walker. I… I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“You have no idea. It’s constant. I’m glad to know we’re on the same page.”
“Definitely. Now, where were we?”
“Imagine that you’re straddling me. Your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of me. I can feel the heat coming off you. Are you hot, Ellie?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Good. Now, lean over top of me and press those beautiful tits together. Let them graze against my face. I dream about them at night. About what it will feel like to have them pressed against my skin. Do you like the feel of my tongue on you? Licking between your tits, pressing them together so I can suck both of those tight nipples between my lips at the same time?”
“Holy hell,” I moan. “Yes, Walker, yes.”
“I can’t wait to taste your skin. I bet it tastes as good as you smell. Like citrus.” His voice has dropped another octave and I want to ask what he’s doing now, too, but I don’t know how to voice it. Good thing he’s got us both covered. “Now I’m pinching one between my fingers as my tongue grazes your throat, your legs tighten around my thighs and it’s such a fucking turn on. Are you turned on, Ellie? As turned on as I am?”
I reach for my vibrator, the gentle whir coming to life. I wonder if he can hear it. “I am. Holy… I had to turn to Fred to help out,” I tell him.
“Fred better be your little pink vibrator or we’re gonna have a problem,” he growls.
I want to say something witty but I’m barely able to put a sentence together so instead I hum my agreement.
“Good. I’m rolling you over because I can’t stand my body not being draped over top of you any longer. You saw what you do to me earlier. Now you can feel it. Press your vibrator right where you want it most. Do you feel it? Pretend it’s me pressing myself against your thigh.”
“Yes. Yes, I can feel it. I love the way your weight feels on top of me, Walker. But I want it for real. My imagination is good but I know sex with you, finally feeling your body against mine, will be so much better.”
He groans as if he’s in pain. “Me too. You have no idea what you do to me.”
If it’s anything like what he’s doing to me, I have a pretty damn good idea.
“Rub Fred against that tight clit of yours. Tell me, Ellie. What does it feel like?
The sound of the vibrations is muffled from the sheets and blanket covering me but the sensation it brings me is almost overwhelming. I’m panting, barely able to concentrate on holding it in place while trying keep hold of my phone.
“Amazing,” I pant. “I want more, though. I need more, Walker.” I’m practically begging now but I don’t care. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. If sex with him over a phone is this good, I can only imagine what the real thing will be like.
“Soon,” he grunts.
God, I hope so. He’s got me so wound up, the physical need to have his body covering mine is almost overwhelming. The way he’s breathing heavily through the phone, I know he’s working himself but I have to know. Need to hear him say it.
“Is your hand wrapped around… yourself?”
I’d like to say that I have the nerves to say more but that’s about the extent of it for me.
“Hell yes it is. I haven’t been able to stop myself from it every night since we met,” he pauses, sucking in a breath. “Does that bother you?”
“Honestly? No. Not one bit. It makes me feel good and turned on at the same time.”
“It should make you feel good. It’s your hand I envision gripping me tightly. Your body I picture wrapped around me. I’m stroking myself as I picture you, Ellie.”
“Your words…”
“Do you like dirty talk, Ellie?”
I continue working my vibrator, my phone wedged between my shoulder and ear so I can play with my nipple at the same time. “Apparently so.”
“I like the sound of that. This is new to me, too.” I trust him but hearing that this isn’t normal business for him definitely adds to how sexy this is for me. Having something that’s just ours.
“I like the sound of that, too.” Then, feeling bolder, I say, “my legs are open wide, waiting for you, Walker.”
“Fuck. Spread yourself wide for me, babe. Make room for me. I’m right there, rubbing against you. Slide two fingers inside until you hit that spot that sets you off. Are you wet for me, Ellie?”
“So wet.”
“I can feel it. Your wet warmth wrapped around me. My hand is pumping up and down, squeezing. A
re you tight for me?”
“Oh holy shit. I’m… going… to… come.”
“I’m close. So close. Ah hell… Come, Ellie. Now.”
And I do. I’m panting and sweating and can barely suck in a good breath.
For several long moments I lie in my bed, trying to think but I can’t. Not a single thought flows through my head except how incredible that felt, how long it had been since I had a really good orgasm and best of all, that it was with Walker. I have never sexted or had phone sex with anyone, never engaged in dirty talk. There was no one I trusted enough to do that with. And Walker’s next words prove that he understands that.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” Walker says after we’ve both regained our breathing.
I smile and wish that I could see him, what I did to him. “Me either. That was incredible.”
“Thank you for trusting me with that, Ellie. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING still in shock over what happened last night. I can’t believe Ellie and I had phone sex. I can’t find it in myself to have any regrets over it, though, and I can only hope she doesn’t either.
I had briefly considered stopping but then she sent me that sexy as fuck picture and all bets were off. I couldn’t go back or press pause. It was like she gave me the green light and rather than creeping slowly across that line, I just gunned it.
Turning the corner, I see Miss Polly’s house come into view and smile when I see Ellie’s small SUV still parked in the driveway. When I woke up this morning, the first thing I thought of was Ellie. The second? The picture she sent me last night. Rushing to get ready, I’m happy to see I made it here before she’s left for the clinic.
I bound up the porch steps after parking at an angle behind her and walk through the door as I knock.
Ellie comes around the corner of the kitchen, her blue eyes wide, coffee cup in her hand, pajamas still covering her body. My eyes make a trail from her head to the tips of her slipper covered bare feet. She has on a long tan sweater but the tank top and shorts underneath leave nothing to the imagination. Which, after last night, is vivid.
“Is everything okay?”
“Set the coffee down, Ellie.”
“What?”
“If you don’t want to be wearing that coffee, I’d suggest you place that cup of coffee you’re holding onto the table beside you.”
She looks down at her coffee then up at me again before gently placing it down. Before she stands up straight, I make the space between us disappear, place my hands on her cheeks, and change our lives forever.
The kiss isn’t anything like the chaste kiss we shared after Camilla was born. Having her work for me, seeing her every day has been the most delicious kind of torture there is. The stolen kisses and shared looks, trying not to stare at the way her chest fills out the navy blue scrubs. As my tongue plunges into her mouth, I feel the vibration of her moan. I respond with a moan of my own, wrap my arms around her lower back and pull her in close, our bodies pressing against each other. With our height difference, it’s not as if we’re some perfect fit but it doesn’t matter because it feels perfect. Her body forms to mine and I can’t help when my body reacts.
I let my fingers make a slow trip down her body, our lips not separating for a single second. I brush my thumbs against the outside of her breasts and if my mouth wasn’t already busy devouring hers, I would smile. But I don’t want to waste precious seconds of time. I haven’t tasted enough of her yet.
Her head tilts to the side, allowing me to deepen the kiss. I wrap my arms around her ass and lift, her legs instantly circling my hips making it so I can feel the heat of her center against my hardness. Tongues collide and lips bruise but it’s all so amazing and the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Well, aside from last night.
I move slightly, kissing my way down her jaw until my lips find the spot just below her ear. She shivers and I smile, cataloging that little bit of information for later.
“Well good morning, Walker.” At the sound of Miss Polly’s voice Ellie stiffens in my arms but I’m not having it.
“That it is, Miss Polly. That it is,” I say cheerfully, not letting Ellie down no matter how much she squirms.
“I’ll just go add in a few more eggs to the scramble for breakfast. Don’t mind me,” Miss Polly calls out as she walks back out of the room.
“Walker!”
“Ellie!” I tease, tightening my grip on her.
“Would you let me down? Miss Polly is here.”
“And she said not to mind her.”
I move over to a chair in the corner of the room and sit down, allowing her to straddle me. Not a hardship on my part.
“Morning.” I grin and lean up to kiss her on the lips again.
She rolls her eyes but returns my kiss. “Morning,” she mumbles.
“Grumpy, grumpy. I’d have thought you’d be much happier after a good orgasm.”
“Walker, would you shush?” she whisper-shouts looking toward the kitchen where we know Miss Polly is still bustling around.
I reach over to the table she set her coffee on and lift her cup to my lips, taking a sip, pleasantly surprised when I notice that she takes her coffee the same as I do with just a splash of milk, then hand it to her. She smiles, takes a big gulp then replaces the cup on the table. “By the way, I guarantee Miss Polly already knew. Nothing happens in this house she doesn’t know about.”
She glares at me. “Well in that case, I hope you enjoyed our one and only time.”
“Not happening. That’s something I plan on repeating. Often.” Hopefully next time there won’t be phones separating us, though.
I can see the pulse in her throat pounding as she thinks about a repeat performance of our phone sex from last night. I wonder if she can feel how it affects me as well. To drive my point home, I press up against her and I can’t help but smile when she gasps.
“Mm hmm. You act so tough. Admit how incredible that was.”
She shrugs but won’t look me in the eye. I move her chin so she’s facing me. “Look at me, Ellie.”
When I finally have her deep blue gaze on mine, I say, “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Second only to finding your vast sex toy collection,” I tease and she bites her lip. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me, okay? Never with me. That was a first for me, too. It’s important to me for you to know that. And Ellie?”
“Yeah?”
I lean in close, my hand on the back of her neck tugs her into me and I lower my voice, my lips grazing her ear as I tell her, “I plan on reliving every single moment of last night with you very soon. But this time, we won’t be on the phone.”
“Soon?” she whispers.
I kiss a slow path down her neck before I let her lean back away from me, but not far. “Very soon.”
She squirms on my lap, eyes drifting down to where our bodies align. “Oh my.”
“Yeah. So, whatever it is that’s going through that beautiful head of yours, clear it out, babe. All that shit in the past is just that. The past. Looking to the future, and I see an us. You with me?”
She looks at me like she’s trying to find the dishonesty in my words but she won’t. I told her she could trust me and I meant those words to the depth of my soul.
“I don’t know,” she admits and damn if it doesn’t make me like her that much more. Her honesty is refreshing.
“I’ll convince you.” I rest my back against the chair and play with the ends of her hair. “You’re beautiful.”
She blushes. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”
I grin. “This weekend, I wanna take you out.”
“Let me guess, pregnant goats this time?” she asks then her eyes light up with happiness. “Oh my gosh! Pregnant goats. Yes! Let’s go find some. I bet baby goats are adorable!”
“Kids are some of the cutest.”
“I said baby goats.”
“That’s what they�
��re called. Kids.”
“No.”
“Yup.”
“That makes it even more adorable. Can we find some?”
I laugh loudly, pulling her in close so I can hug her to me. “Ellie… holy shit. I don’t know your last name. How do I not know your last name?”
“I never offered it up. Did you not pay attention to my paperwork, boss?”
“Calling me boss makes it sound so dirty.”
“And?”
I grin. “Okay, so…”
She deflates a bit, knowing I’m not going to let it go. “Cummings,” she mumbles.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“My last name is Cummings, okay?”
“As in…”
“Cummings. Yes. Just the way it sounds. And trust me, I’ve heard it all so just save it. Anyway, like you have a lot of room to talk. Walker Paul.”
“You’re still in trouble for that, by the way.”
She grins, not at all worried. “What are you gonna do, spank me?”
The way her eyes flare when she says spank tell me all I need to know. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She shrugs but the grin is still in place.
“What am I going to do with you?”
Her eyes dance and I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing I am. That the possibilities are endless. That the desire for those possibilities is deep.
“I hate to do this, but you’re going to need to get off my lap if you don’t want this going a hell of a lot farther than just kissing.”
Her eyes bore into mine and I can almost see the wheels turning inside her head. I know why when she says, “You know it’s more than just kissing.”
“Much more,” I agree.
“Back to the baby goats.”
“You want me to drive around town until I find a pregnant goat and just stop in and hope she’s ready to deliver?”
“Why not? Baby. Goats. That’s all you need to know, Walker. There’s no way they aren’t adorable.”
“They are but that’s beside the point. I can’t just wander around to farms hoping to find a pregnant goat.”
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