“I will. Can I touch you down there?”
When trepidation filled her eyes and accompanied her subtle head shake, I diverted my hand away from her inner thighs.
“Roll over, babe. I’ll give you a massage.”
She snickered. “I know how your massages end, cowboy.”
“That’s exactly why I’m giving you one,” I drawled, shifting so she could flip onto her stomach.
Bottle of massage oil in hand, I straddled her legs and poured a generous amount down her spine, smiling as she wiggled against the sensation. Smoothing my hands over her body had always felt good, but damn, sex-deprived me was panting and on the cusp of combustion ten seconds in.
I made short work of spreading the oil from her shoulders to her ass, then oh-so-thoroughly worked it in.
Jess snorted. “I have other places besides my ass, Mace.”
“I know,” I murmured, not tearing my eyes off where I massaged the plump mounds. “Just being meticulous.”
“Meticulous!” She scoffed and twisted to arch a brow at me.
“Yeah.” I grinned. “Meticulous.”
A ghost of a laugh wove from her mouth before she fell silent. I felt the air shift with each centimetre I pushed the boundaries by gliding my thumbs deeper between her ass cheeks.
My groan of longing mixed with her breathy one. Her shoulders relaxed as she focused on what felt good. Soon, the sweet sounds of wet arousal met my ears with each pass of my thumbs.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to have my tongue and fingers inside you again,” I hissed.
A low hum of acknowledgement vibrated under my palms, then her legs shifted under me. “Let me roll over.”
Becoming nestled between her open knees, I smoothed my palms over the silky flesh on her inner thighs and continued up the curve of her waist.
“You’re beautiful, babe.”
The look in Jess’s doe eyes had my heart kicking. “You’re just saying that.”
I shook my head while tenderly skimming across her breasts. “I mean every single word.”
She arched into my touch when I drifted across her inner thighs again, then gripped both my wrists to still them.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
I gulped. “Actually?” Fuck, my voice shook with hopes and dreams about to come true. “Don’t you want to come?”
“No. Today I just want to tackle the first time post-partum. Slowly though,” she reiterated.
Nodding, I braced myself on one arm and gently smoothed the head of my dick through her arousal, scrutinising her expression the entire time.
“Is that okay?”
Jess nodded and gave me a wavering smile. “I’m a little scared.”
“Of it hurting?”
She nodded again and bit down on her lower lip as I began to ease into her.
Each time she winced, I froze and held my breath, patiently waiting for her body to adjust and relax again.
“Still okay?” I breathed out once seated deep.