Page 30 of Jayce

“I’ll put some shorts on after we do this,” she promises.

Her crop tops are more modest. At least they aren’t translucent.

Shay grabs my hand and leads me to her bedroom. I swallow what feels like many lumps in my throat.

She positions herself on the bed with her back against the headboard. An air of vulnerability surrounds her.

Standing beside the bed, I mask my concern that I’ll get it wrong and hurt her, despite my determination to help her heal. The trust she’s putting in me means more to me at this moment than my need for her in my bed every night for the rest of our lives.

“Jayce, I’ll guide you through this. Just relax and breathe.”

I hadn’t realized I held my breath. I nod, trying to focus on her words rather than the flush of heat spreading over her body at my nearness.

I run my hands along her thigh. Going straight for her center seems too fast. Her legs fall open as if inviting me to come in. My head knows it’s not an invitation for sex, but my dick doesn’t see it that way.

My hand moves closer. Shay’s breath hitches. Our eyes meet.

“Just because it hurts doesn’t mean my libido is broken.”

That’s good to know.

“Do you want me to start at number six like in the lesson?”

She closes her eyes and nods.

“If I need to stop, press harder or softer, please tell me. Don’t act brave on my account.”

“I won’t.”

She hands me a pump bottle of coconut oil. After coating my finger, I slip it inside her very hot, very wet pussy.

I can be what she needs me to be. I have to.

I press down on what Dr. Lanny numbered as position six. It’s the part of the pelvic floor in front of her colon.

“Is this right?” I ask.

Shay nods. I count for thirty seconds while she takes a deep inhale. On her exhale, her pussy squeezes my finger. Even though I knew it was coming from watching the video, I hadn’t prepared enough for the vice grip on my finger instead of my cock.

She repeats the move three times in those thirty seconds. I move to her left and press on number seven.

This is going to be the longest three and a half minutes of my day every day for the next fourteen weeks.

I pull my finger out of the place that I’m dying to bury myself inside of. I can’t help myself when I ask her while holding my wet finger in front of my lips, “May I?”

“May you what?”

I close my eyes and suck my finger inside of my mouth to taste her.

Shay jumps up on her knees while giggling. “Thank you, Jayce. That was more comfortable than the wand I’ve been using.”

“Would you tell me if I hurt you?”

“I’ll never lie to you.”

Technically, I would smell any lies, but my insecurity in this situation needed added reassurance.

This woman holds my heart. She has the power to crush it or to bring it overflowing joy.

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