I wanted to cry in that moment. Why hadn’t I paid attention all those years ago? Why hadn’t I taken the time to really see the body she was showing me and realized then, before it was too late, that I wanted to see that skin stretched tightly over our child? I hadn’t catalogued her changes then; I’d been too anxious to get as close to her as I could.

Perhaps if I had been less selfish, I’d have found a way to make her love me again.

“You’re staring,” she whispered, running her hands down my belly.

“I’m in awe.”

“It’s just a body.”

“It’s yer body.”

“It’s getting impatient,” she said slyly, running her nails up my chest and pinching one of my nipples between her fingers.

It was like a jolt straight to my balls, and I felt my cock twitch as I shuddered.

I grabbed her hand in mine, pulling it up to my head, and leaned down to pull one of her tight nipples into my mouth, drawing a moan from us both. Her fingers curled into my hair the way I’d known they would and I pushed her back gently until she was falling onto the bed. When she got there, my lips popped off her nipple and her hands fell down beside her head, raising her breasts slightly on her chest. Fuck me. Her laid out before me was every dream, every fantasy and every sight I’d believed I’d never see again.

I flipped her over.

I couldn’t stop myself.

I had to see those fucking booty shorts.

Her back arched, tilting her round ass toward me. I stared for a moment, running my hand down her bare back, stopping just short of the waistband of those beautiful, beautiful underwear. When her hips began to sway the tiniest bit from side to side in an unconscious movement, staring was no longer enough.

I grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard as I leaned down and bit the meaty part of her ass just below where it was covered by fabric. The overwhelming urge to bite harder flashed through me, but instead, I sucked hard.

“Shit!” She gasped beneath me, and her back arched more than I would have imagined was possible. “Again.”

I moved to the other side and bit down again, growling as she pressed back against my mouth. Christ.

I wrapped my hand around the back of her thigh and pressed her leg onto the bed, opening her up to me. The center of her panties were dark with arousal, and my mouth watered as I ran my nose down the back of her thigh. As I made my way back up, she was trembling, and I swear to Christ she screeched as I bit into the skin where her ass met her thigh.

My hand moved quickly, tugging her panties to the side and feeling no resistance as I pushed two fingers inside her. She was shaved bare, hot and soaking wet, and her muscles clamped down so tightly I had a hard time pulling my fingers back in order to thrust again. I turned my hand, instinctively moving the tips of my fingers to the spot I knew would have her crying my name. Even after all those years, I still knew exactly how deeply I needed to press my fingers inside Amy before curling them back.

“Patrick,” she groaned, her hips rolling against my face and hand. As her breathing grew shallow and her body began to shudder, I wondered what the fuck I was doing.

I pulled my hand away, making her yell out in protest, then ripped her underwear down her legs, leaving them at her knees as I pulled apart her ass cheeks and pressed my mouth against her wet cunt.

Yes.

Fuck.

Yes.

I was starving.

I let her juices cover my face, knowing that no matter how much I washed up in the morning, I’d be smelling her for days. Lovely.

“Your beard,” she gasped, pulling one leg from her underwear so she could spread her legs farther. “Holy hell.”

I tilted my head a little and let the hair below my lip scratch gently along her clit. That was all it took to push her over the edge, silent and shuddering helplessly against the bed.

I stood as soon as her body relaxed into the comforter and pushed my boxers down my legs as I stared at her pink, swollen pussy lips peeking out at me between her thighs. I needed in there.

I stepped up and gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the sharp bones as I pulled her body high enough to meet mine.

“Patrick, no!” she said urgently, and my stomach rolled as I immediately let go of her and took a step back.

She was going to push me away. She was going to turn and tell me to get lost while I stood there with my cock in my hands. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out as I felt my chest flush and the red begin creeping up my neck.

It wasn’t an ego thing. She could turn me down a hundred times and I’d not be angry. That was her right, and it was one that I respected. It also wasn’t about the fact that my cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt. I could take care of it in the shower—it wasn’t my first choice, but it would at least provide relief.

No, it was the idea that she was so very close to me and I couldn’t make love to her that had my stomach churning and my face flushing. I wanted to be as close to her as I could. I wanted to wrap myself around her, and breathe her in and come inside her.

I was ashamed and completely devastated that she’d stopped me.

“Patrick!” she called, jolting me out of my head. “Are you going to just stand there?”

“What?” I shook my head, my heart racing.

“Condom?”

“Ye want me to wear a condom?”

“I can still get pregnant, but I’m too old for more kids, and you’ve had your dick in too many places to name,” she said reasonably, and I broke out in a cold sweat of relief making me shudder.