Phoebe's POV
I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling as the intensity slowly faded. Nothing had ever felt that overwhelming before, though I knew Perry would find new ways to push those boundaries even further.
I'd thought the same thing after every time we'd been together.
But this time left me aching. Sitting upright seemed impossible.
"Does it hurt that much?" Perry's voice held concern as he watched me struggle to find a comfortable position after cleaning up and slipping into fresh clothes. The explicit scenes on the screen continued playing.
He wouldn't let me turn it off, claiming he wanted to watch it with me.
Such an ass.
I shook my head, but he saw right through my attempt to hide the discomfort. His hands were gentle as he guided me to the bed, encouraging me to lie down.
"I promise I won't touch you like that while you're hurting." That mischievous smile spread across his face, making me doubt every word.
