That was incredible.
I just need a minute.
It takes a moment, but he melts back into me.With every press of our lips, I feel a bit more grounded in my body.After a few long kisses, he pulls away and searches my face.I keep cupping his cheek and give him a soft smile.
“So I didn’t hurt you?”he asks, and I shake my head.“Do you just need a minute?”
I nod.
“But you’re okay?”
Another nod.
“And I was…” He doesn’t finish the question, but I can guess what he wants to know.
I bring our joined hands between us, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, then rest them on my chest over my heart.“Perfect,” I whisper.
Any worry lingering on his face clears.“Youwere perfect,” he says with a light kiss on the tip of my nose.
I chuckle, more of a huff than anything, then glance down between us.
His eyes follow mine, and his cheeks go pink.“Oh, um, I’ll go get us a wet washcloth to clean up.”
I nod gratefully, and after another kiss to my nose, he rolls away.He sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, but before he can stand, my hand shoots out to grab his wrist.
He looks over his shoulder at me.“What is it?”
“I, um.”I swallow hard, trying to find the words.Cleaning up is exactly what I need right now, but as soon as the steady pressure of his body covering mine was gone, the vulnerability hit me all at once.
He must read it on my face because he asks, “Do you need me to stay for a bit longer?”
I exhale in relief, then nod.
He slips his wrist out of my grasp in favor of lacing our fingers together.“I’ve got you.I can use the dry towel.It won’t get it all, but it might be better than nothing?”
“There’s, um…” I let out a frustrated sigh and jerk my head toward my nightstand.“Drawer.”
He squeezes my hand before letting go to open the drawer.After a moment of searching, he pulls out the packet of baby wipes I keep for after I have a solo session and holds them up.“Well, aren’t you prepared?”he teases.
I roll my eyes at him and hold my hand out for the pack.
He doesn’t immediately hand them over, instead giving me a questioning look.“Can I clean you up?”
I tilt my head in confusion.I assumed he would hand me the pack so I could clean myself.“You want to…”
“I do,” he says.
I nod, and he scoots closer, pressing a kiss to my cheek before opening the pack and pulling out a wipe.He takes his time wiping the mess away, littering my chest and shoulders with featherlight kisses as he goes.It tickles a little, but it’s also so attentive that I think I’m actually swooning.A majority of our combined release ended up on me, but he didn’t come away mess-free.So when he’s done with me, he takes another wipe to clean his hand.Before he can, I take it from him and tilt my head in a silent question.He nods, and I show him the same gentle care.When I’m done, he gathers up the used wipes and the towel and puts them on the floor next to the bed to deal with later.I hold my arm out for him so can cuddle into my side and hopefully act as my human weighted blanket for a while longer, but he doesn’t move.I prop myself up on my elbow and find him staring into my still-open nightstand drawer.
“Sweetheart?”I prompt.Parker’s careful attention and no longer feeling like a sticky mess makes it a little easier to find words.“What is it?”
“I, um,” he stammers.
I sit up and scoot over to press myself along his back and hook my chin over his shoulder.My eyes follow his gaze, and—oh.Smiling, I press a kiss to his shoulder.“I see you found my dildo.”
“Ye—” His voice cuts out.He clears his throat.“Yeah.”
“I told you I wasn’t new to anal penetration,” I say, unbothered.
