Page 26 of In Your Dreams

He moves one hand to my shoulder as he leans closer to me, his chest grazing my back. He thrusts deep into me, nearly causing me to lose balance. I the side of my face into the mattress, my hands outstretched, gripping the sheets.

“Touch yourself,” he says. “Reach back and pet that clit, mama.”

Dear god.I do as instructed, pressing two fingers against myself. The combination of his cock and my hand has my quivering, legs shaking.

“That’s it,” he says. “Feel me inside you.”

My hand wanders back a little further, my fingers grazing his shaft as he pushes into me and back out. It’s intoxicating. I return to my clit, swirling over it in rhythm with Parker. His pace quickens, his body slamming against mine again and again.

I push back, an orgasm building inside me. “I’m going to come.” My voice is barely above a whisper, breaths ragged and shallow. It’s like a hurricane, this entire thing. I’m being swept up and away, spiraling.

All at once my body is practically convulsing. But on the inside, I’m floating, riding a high I’ve never experienced before in my life.

Parker’s hands grip me, his body stiffening as his pace picks up again.

“Fuck,” he cries out as he holds onto me, the two of us immersed in something out of this world.

Finally, he collapses against me, his orgasm coming to an end. Slowly pulling out, he shifts to the side to spoon me. His arms wrap tightly around my waist as we attempt to breathe right again.

“Damn.” It’s the only word I can manage at the moment. Just damn. Because that was beyond amazing.

“Yeah,” he says. “I agree.”

We laugh together, his cheek nestling mine. We may be at a loss for words, but it’s not for a lack of comfort. This is what it’s like to feel… loved. Well, maybe it’s not love, but it’s a strong like. I can feel what Parker feels for me in everything he does. This is intimacy.

It’s in these moments I know what Wayne and I shared wasn’t as strong as I thought it was. Which makes me a littlesad. It’s like I was given the bare minimum the entire time and thought that’s what love was and suddenly I’m shown all this other stuff that it could have been. And there’s a big difference. A major fucking difference.

Parker lifts from the bed, kissing my temple as he covers my body with a sheet.

“I’ll be right back,” he says.

I pull the sheet higher, cuddling my face into the soft fabric and knowing as I inhale, that’s definitely Parker’s scent. Clean and manly—the perfect combination. Seems he might’ve washed these recently. It baffles me that there are some who don’t wash them on a regular basis and I have to imagine they smell and feel quite funky. Though, as I look around the room, he appears to be a pretty tidy guy. There’s no mounds of clean or dirty clothes on the floor or stacked on a chair. There’s nothing strewn about at all, in fact.

“Here you go,” he says, outstretching my glass of sweet tea from early. “I freshened it up for you.”

In his other hand, he’s balancing a bowl on top of his glass so when I take mine from him, he grabs the bowl and sits it in front of me.

“I don’t know about you, but I always need a snack after physical activities,” he says.

“Well, I do like snacks,” I say, laughing.

In the bowl, there are fresh cut strawberries, some grapes sliced in half, and a few blueberries. If ever there was a perfect snack, this would be mine. Well, any kind of fruit really. I find the combination of sweet and tangy flavors mixed with crisp textures very refreshing.

“This is perfect,” I say, biting into one of the pieces of strawberry. It’s an explosion of flavor against my tongue and I don’t know if this is just the best strawberry I’ve ever eaten or if it’s actually true that great sex makes everything taste, look, smell, and feel better. I’m inclined to believe it’s the second thing which presents a bit of a problem for me. I can never go back to having mediocre sex. Like ever. I don’t think my body will let me.

Parker pops a couple of blueberries into his mouth as he watches me reach for a grape. There’s no need to fill the comfortable silence between us. It’s something else I like about him. It’s not awkward or weird. We can just sit here and enjoy this snack together.

After a few more bites, he says, “I guess I’ll need to take you home at some point.”

Oh, right. It’s probably not best for me to spend the night, even though that’s all I want to do right now. But I don’t want to have to explain to Aiden where I was or come up with some weird lie he won’t believe. Kids aren’t dumb. I sat him down yesterday and had a conversation with him about Parker, and that we were going on a date. Since the separation from his dad, we’ve had multiple talks about what that means and what the future will be like.

Once his dad is settled into his new place, he’s going to get Parker for a couple of weekends a month. We promised him it wouldn’t interfere with baseball, and his dad agreed to make sure he was at all practices and games that fell on his visits.

Once the divorce paperwork was final, I talked to him about how his dad and I were for sure not getting back together and that it was the best decision for everyone because we all deserve to be happy. He understood and told me he definitely wants me to be happy.

So when I approached him yesterday, that was his only question.“Would going on a date with coach make you happy?”When I told him yes, that was pretty much the end of it. I made it clear I would be taking things slow, that I wanted him to be comfortable, and that it didn’t necessarily mean anything since it was so new.

I guess I lied about the “taking things slow” part. I did just sleep with Parker on our first date. Of course, Aiden will never know that. Which is why despite not wanting to leave, I’ll let Parker take me home. And I’ll have to talk to Aiden again about the whole “it’s new so it doesn’t mean anything” part, too. Because I don’t think that’s true either.

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