“How do you figure?” Rowan asked.
“Reverse cowgirl is the most dangerous sex position. More men get their junk broken because the woman’s not facing them and have no idea their man is in pain.”
The horrified look on his face was enough for me to cross that off the list.
“They did suggest trying it on our sides,” he offered. “You would lay on my left side, facing me, and I would get leverage from my right foot and leg.”
“Okee dokee.” I rolled onto my side. “Kiss me and pinch my nipples.”
Rowan held up a hand between us. “Slow down there, partner. I’m ready to try this, but we must get you ready so I don’t hurt you.”
“Good point.”
I was about to ask what he had in mind when he leaned in and kissed me. Even the brief brushing of lips and tongue had me flashing back to last night when he ate me out with all the lights on. I was well past the embarrassment stage about that and was about to beg for more when he reached between my legs and cupped my sex with the palm of his hand.
“Grind on me, Kendra.”
I was happy to oblige. The rough skin on his palm was a whole new sensation down there. I felt myself getting wetter as I slowly rolled my hips on his hand. With the other hand, he pulled me closer, leaned down, and took my breast in his mouth.
I hissed in surprise and pleasure as he released my breast with a pop and then circled my areola with his tongue.
“That feels so good,” I moaned. “I want you, Rowan. All of you. Would you please take off your underwear?”
He said nothing as he released me from his palm and mouth, quickly shedding his boxer briefs and flinging them across the room, causing me to giggle. Mr. Neat Piles was coming over to the dark side of clutter. I was here for it.
I was also here for his big cock that sprung free and tapped me on the thigh as if saying, “Hey, remember me?”
I reached for his dick, wrapping my hand around the smooth skin and squeezing until Rowan shuddered. “You like that?”
“So much.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
I squeezed and pulled toward the head, twisting as I went. Rowan wiggled on the bed, and I worried he would fall off if we got too rambunctious.
“Don’t, Goldilocks.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t go worrying about me right now. I won’t be able to take it, and I believe my performance will suffer.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“But—”
Rowan took my hand off his cock, and rolled on his back. “Touch the residual limb, Kendra. If you’re comfortable with that. See that it’s tough like the rest of me.”
I reached for his thigh and caressed the skin on the outside of his leg, drawing circles that went lower every time. When I reached his knee, I slowly rubbed him down and around the end. He had the remnants of a scar on that part, but it felt smooth, like the rest of his leg.
“That feels good, Kendra.” Rowan closed his eyes.
I became more confident in my massaging of his leg, and his cock twitched, fully erect.
“Kendra. Do you see? You’re not going to hurt me,” Rowan said, turning back to his side.
