“Damn. Baby, that feels so fucking good.”
She hummed, making my balls draw up, as she sucked me harder. The little flicks of her tongue just under the head had me fisting the sheets as I fought for control. It would be so easy to wrap her hair around my hand and shove my cock down her throat, but I didn’t want to hurt Nik for anything, and I knew I wasn’t exactly small.
She shifted and changed her angle, and holy Christ! I damn near came right then and there. I heard Oliver start to whimper through the baby monitor and knew he’d be screaming for his meal in a moment. Nikki just doubled her efforts to get me off.
“Nik. Baby. Oliver is…”
She did this purr type thing as she swallowed more of my dick and I swear I nearly blacked out from the pleasure. Where the fuck had she learned to do that? I was so close to coming when she pulled away, giving me one last lick.
Wait. That was it? She was going to work me up, then leave?
Oliver started to quiet again and Nikki gave me a smile before reaching over me for the drawer next to the bed. Now what was she up to? When she withdrew a bottle of lube, I pushed myself upright. No. No fucking way. The doctor had been very damn clear that she couldn’t have sex yet.
“Nikki, you know we can’t. You heard the doctor.”
“Yes.” She snapped open the lube and started working it down my cock. “I did hear her. I also asked her about other ways we could play.”
“Nik… I’m not going to do anything that might hurt you or delay your recovery. Baby, I know you’re still tender, and --” My brain short-circuited when she straddled my legs, then leaned over, trapping my cock between her breasts. As she rocked, stroking me, I stared at the erotic sight and wondered where this naughty version of Nikki had come from, and how long she’d stick around. Holy fuck!
“This might work better if I lie down and let you fuck me. Well, you know, like this and not…” Her cheeks flushed.
I tapped her and she got up. I quickly reversed our positions, getting even harder when she pressed her breasts together and I thrust between them. Her nipples were red and sore from feeding Oliver, but she didn’t act like she was in pain. If there’d been a hint of discomfort on her face, I’d have stopped no matter how turned-on I was, and I had to wonder if she was hiding her discomfort from me. There was a sparkle in her eyes that said she’d missed the intimacy between us as much as I had. Then the minx flicked her tongue out, licking the head of my cock on the next stroke.
“Jesus, Nik. You’re killing me.”
“Fuck me, Archer. Come all over me.”
My balls drew up at her words and I thrust harder and faster. It only took seconds before I was coming. Ropes of cum spurted across her chest, up her throat, and even splashed onto her face. I couldn’t catch my breath as I stared down at her. I’d have imagined a lot of women would have been freaked out about having cum all over their faces, but not Nikki. She just looked pleased with herself.
“That was so fucking hot,” I said. “Come on, beautiful. I’ll start the shower for you.”
I got off the bed and helped her up, then led her to the bathroom. While the shower warmed, I studied her. Fatigue clung to her, but she never uttered a word of complaint about Oliver or the things she did around the house. Hell, she could have slept a little longer and instead had found a way to get me off, even though I still couldn’t touch her for another few weeks.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shook her head. “No. I mean, my boobs are sore, but not because of what we just did.”
I felt bad that she’d just done that for me, even though she hurt. Somehow, I’d make it up to her. It hadn’t been necessary. It was sweet, and hot as fuck, but she needed to take care of herself and not worry about me so much. Despite what men said about needing sex on a regular basis, my hand and I would have gotten along just fine until she was fully healed. After she’d rested a bit, I’d have a talk with her.
I tested the water again, then nudged her under the spray. As much as I’d have loved to get in with her, I knew she also needed some alone time. While Nikki washed, I used the sink to rinse off, then went into the bedroom to pull on a pair of sweats before checking on Oliver. He was lying on his back, staring up at the mobile over his crib. Awake but not screaming.
“Good morning, Oliver.”
His legs started kicking when he heard my voice and his head jerked one way, then another as he tried to find me. I moved into his line of sight and reached for him, cradling him against my chest. The scent of a dirty diaper wafted from him. I was amazed he’d been so quiet if he needed to be changed. I loved my son, but he was always vocal when he needed a new diaper. Or food. A cuddle… Really if he was awake, then he could find something to fuss about.
I eased him onto the padded top of the changing table, grabbed a fresh diaper and the wipes, then set about cleaning him up and put him in a fresh outfit. He sucked on his fist and I knew he was hungry, but Nikki hadn’t appeared yet. I hated to drag her from the shower before she’d had a chance to relax and enjoy it, but the little man wouldn’t be satisfied with his hand for long.
I snorted to myself. He wasn’t the only one. Not that I would dare have sex with Nikki before she was healed. I wouldn’t have even thought to touch her this morning if she hadn’t instigated things. Still, it bothered me she felt she’d needed to do that when she could have used the time to rest. We’d definitely have a discussion later. Right now, our son needed to eat.
“Hey, Nik,” I called as I walked into our room.
She stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head and another around her body. “I figured he would be getting hungry, so I tried to hurry.”
Nikki had proven to be an amazing mother, but I didn’t like the way she always put herself last. I’d have to find a way to make her relax, even if it was just for a little while, or take a much-needed nap. Something. Anything. When she wasn’t taking care of Oliver, she was cleaning, cooking, or finding something else that needed her attention and couldn’t wait. She was wearing herself out, even if she didn’t realize it.
She slipped on her robe, tying the sash before coming closer.
I handed Oliver to her, then followed her to the kitchen. She sat at the table and started to nurse our son while I pulled out everything I’d need to make scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. I wasn’t a gourmet chef by any means, but at least she’d have a filling meal and not have to cook. The books and articles I’d been reading said she needed a lot of protein, so I added some shredded cheese to the eggs before I plated them. Nikki hated grease, so I patted the bacon with some napkins to soak up as much as I could. When I set her plate in front of her, she gave me a tired but appreciative smile.
“Thanks for cooking, Ashes.”
“I’m happy to do it, Nik. I’ve told you to slow down and not do so much around here. When I’m home, I’m perfectly capable of helping with the cleaning or cooking. I can’t exactly feed Oliver so there’s not much I can do to help with that, except get him for you and make sure he has a fresh diaper.”
I sat down across from her and she reached out. I laced our fingers together, giving her hand a squeeze. “You’re doing an amazing job, Nik. And I’m not just saying that. You’re a wonderful mom and Oliver is lucky to have you.”