Page 66 of Unraveled

“You did say you were an ass man.”

He wasted no time walking over to the bed, where he caressed my backside with his hand. “Am I ever. But how do you feel?” He was considerate, as always.

“Like I’ve had to wait forever for this night to come. It’s my window, and sex is officially back on the table.”

He grinned, rubbing his hand down my thighs and calf. “God, you’re the sexiest woman.”

I wanted to believe him. Even though a drop of insecurity crept up, reminding me I wasn’t the same woman who’d once joined him in the shower or who could lie fully naked on the bed for him to see. But I would be again someday. And for now, his expression left no doubt he meant the words.

“Are you comfortable enough for us to put pillows under you to raise your hips?”

Evidently, he was going straight for sex. Not that I was complaining. It had been a month, and I could hardly wait to have him inside of me. “I think so.” I shifted while he put the pillows under my stomach, allowing my ass to tilt up for him. I was shaking with the anticipation of his touch, so I jerked when instead I felt the sensation of his tongue licking my pussy from the back.

“Oh, wow,” I murmured.

“You taste incredible.”

“You sure the chemo hasn’t altered anything?” Could I help if I was self-conscious?

“You taste like you. I promise.”

Adding to the welcomed assault were his fingers, dipping into me slowly. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

“I am. I feel as though we’ve been waiting forever.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I swear if you don’t fuck me soon, I may just hurt you.”

His chuckle filled the room. “So, taking my time and making you come with my mouth isn’t what you want right now?”

“God. I want that, too. I’m greedy.” And I was. I desired it all, like a kid in a candy store who’d been denied sugar over the last month.

He gave me one more stroke with his tongue before getting off the bed and going to his suitcase to retrieve a condom. He had it sheathed in record time before getting back on the bed.

It did something to me knowing I could still turn him on.

“Have I told you lately how much I love your ass?” His rough hands caressed each of my globes.

“Mm, good thing.”

His fingers traveled down, parting my lips and finding me more than ready for him. “I’m trusting you to tell me if I get too rough, you understand? Because I don’t want to piss you off by continuing to ask.”

I knew what he was saying. He needed to believe I’d warn him if anything started to hurt. Since I didn’t yet know how my body would feel post-surgery and post-chemo, I appreciated his desire to be careful.

“I do understand. Now put it in me.” I wasn’t above begging at this point. I was so aroused, I was shaking. “Please.”

“Okay, sweet talker.” He chuckled, lining himself up with my entrance before pushing in slowly.

I nearly wept with pleasure that everything still fit as it once had. Yes, I was irrational in having worried it might not work. On the other hand, I noticed he paused. Fortunately, I understood. He might not want to ask if I was okay, but he needed me to assure him I was.

“You feel amazing. Don’t stop.”

I could practically hear his breath expel. His hands came up to my hips to grip me. “You feel amazing, too.” He pulled slightly out before thrusting back in. “So good.”

I pushed back until his hips were resting against my ass.

Fully seated inside of me, he seemed to savor the moment, before starting to move. Slowly at first, he began to pick up the pace as I whispered words such as “so good, keep going” in case he’d had any thoughts to the contrary.