I groan, intent on moving between her legs, when she suddenly jerks her wrist from my grip, and her hands come up and cup my face. I blink, shaking my head so I can meet her gaze head-on, as she whispers, “Everything will be okay.”
I frown, a hot jolt of pained rage zipping through me at her words. I shake my head again, intent on ignoring her, but her grip on my face tightens, and she gives me a little shake as she lifts her upper body off the bed, bringing her face mere inches from mine. “I’ve got you. It's okay.”
At first, her words confuse me because my coming to her in this moment wasn't supposed to have anything to do with me or my bullshit stuff.
I try to pull back, pushing my hands into the mattress in an attempt to extricate myself from her grip, but she doesn't relent.If anything, her grip tightens further, and she uses the distance I put between us to move so she can wrap her legs around my waist, effectively attaching herself to me. I stop moving for a moment, and she hangs off of me, and I laugh then shake my head unsure of what to do at this point.
She uses my moment of confusion to her favor, dropping one of her legs and using the leverage of her foot on the mattress to flip us so I'm on my back.
I lose my breath for a moment, and then I'm staring up at her, the smile on her face nothing less than smug. Her hands go back to gripping my face, a small smile on her lips that sends a rush of warmth through me.
She straddles me, placing a knee on each side of my torso so her pussy is pressing into my stomach instead of my cock. I wiggle around, intent on fixing this, and she tsks at me with her hands on my face, squeezing to get my attention.
My eyes meet hers, and she sighs as she says, “I've given you all the space I'm going to give you.”
I frown and shake my head, but when I go to speak, she moves one of her hands from my cheek to my lips. “I don't want to hear any more of your bullshit. I'm going to help you, or I'm going to kick your ass.”
I smile against her hand, my tongue flicking out and wetting her palm, but she doesn't flinch or even attempt to remove her hand. So, I nod, hoping I'm relaying what I feel with my eyes since she won't let me have my words.
After a moment, she removes her hand, and then she removes her body from on top of mine, moving to the side so she's lying there facing me with her head cradled on my arm. She grips my far arm with her hand, yanking until I take the hint and roll toward her, and then we lie there facing each other, staring silently.
“How are we going to fix this?” I finally ask, having no other option but to dig in.
“I don't fucking know,” she replies a bit breathlessly. “But we will. Slowly and with great care. But we will.”
We fall into silence once again, and it's there in that moment while I'm staring into her eyes that I remember.
My answer.
"I had forgotten,” I whisper.
She frowns and shakes her head. "Forgotten what?"
I laugh, suddenly feeling weightless, and she raises her brows at me, likely because I sound like a crazy person once again. “You're my answer.”
She sighs and laughs, continuing to shake her head, but she doesn't argue or try to move away. I inch in closer so our faces are directly in front of each other, and I say, “Use me.”
“Use you for what?”
“Anything you want. Whenever you want.”
She gives me an assessing look and then asks, “You mean anything? Like anything, anything?”
“Obviously, I meant sexually. But whatever works.”
“So, you're saying you're giving me 100% free use of your body? No rules, no regs, no questions asked?”
I nod, entirely committed. “I’ll do anything you want.”
She smiles at me wickedly. "So, you're saying pegging is on the table?"
I wince, and she laughs loudly, but I nod. “If that's what you want.”
“Why?”
I shrug and then sigh. “Because I need you to take from me what I'm having difficulty giving to you. Everything I have, everything I am is yours, so it's only fair.”
She lies there beside me, searching my eyes for a few long moments. And then, after a beat, she nods. “Okay.”