Page 38 of Heal For Me

“You’re soaked.”

“It’s been a while,” I pant.

He grins against my cheek, then presses his lips to me. “I know, babygirl.” He grabs his dick from me and slips it between my legs, dragging the head up and down carelessly. “I said no more pain, but this might hurt for a small moment.”

The tip slips in easily, but when it comes to the rest, he has to cover my mouth to mute my gasps until he is fully seated inside me and I’ve calmed down. It wasn’t painful, but definitely not as easy as I remember.

“Is it going to be like that any time we go a while without sex?”

“Yes.” He kisses below my ear. “Let’s not go a while ever again.”

I gasp when he pulls out and slips inside again. “Okay.”

Ash and I have fucked in a lot of places, in a lot of different positions, but this one is different. A good different. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while. Maybe it’s because he is holding onto me like he is worried I’ll fade away. Or maybe it’s because he is fucking me so slow, I’m able to feel every vein in his dick and it’s driving me crazy.

“I love you, Payson Murphy.”

“I love you, Ashley Pearson.”

I sink my hand into his long hair and pull his face back to mine before placing a deep peck on his lips.

He turns my head and moves his lips to my throat. It wouldn’t be Ash if he didn’t sink his teeth into me any chance he got. He’s being gentler than he has before and I wonder if it’s killing him not being able to throw me around, or if he is enjoying this as much as me. I love any sex with Ash, but this is different. There has always been some power play when we fuck, but right now, I can’t feel it, and it’s odd that I don’t miss it. Knowing Ash can take anything from me at any moment is one of my favorite things, but the slow thrusting and the way he is being so loving makes me feel like . . . well, like we’re real partners. Like everything between us isn’t just a kink.

He must be feeling it too because he whispers, “Marry me.”

“I already said I would. April fourth, remember?”

“Like I would forget.” He cups my pussy and presses two fingers against my clit. My hips roll, causing tugging on my knee, and I hiss. Ash’s movements slow while I shift to a comfortable position. “April fourth is less than four months away, babygirl. You better start dress shopping soon.”

“Next year.”

Ash removes his hand from between my legs, slides it up my body, and wraps it around my throat but not enough to cut off any air. “If I have to wait a year, you’re going to owe me something big, Jailbird.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll think about it.”

I can’t imagine what something big means to Ash. Like getting married at eighteen isn’t big enough. A baby comes to mind, and my stomach sinks. I don’t know anything for sure, besides what that doctor said a few years ago about it being difficult if not impossible for me to have kids, but we can cross that bridge whenever it happens. Besides, there are other ways to have kids.

Ash doubles down, and we come at the same time. We lie that way for a long time, his dick—now soft—inside me and his hand still between my legs until the throbbing stops. He rolls to his back, and I position onto mine.

“How does your leg feel?”

Now that he mentions it, it is sore, but I didn’t feel it during sex. I don’t want him to hold off on me any longer, so I lie. “Good.”

“Wrong answer.” Ash reaches over and grabs my meds from his side of the bed along with the water bottle and passes them to me after opening the bottle.

I take the meds because I know it’s best to take them before the pain than after it picks up, and he grabs the bottle from me, returning it to its spot on the table. Then he looks down at me like he is waiting for something.

“What?” He flattens his lips, causing a frown to turn down my lips. “Stop looking at me like that.

“I’m debating how awful of a person I am for fucking you two days post-surgery.”

“I don’t think you’re an awful person at all, if that makes you feel better.” I giggle.

The faintest smirk crosses his face and he sighs. “You look like an angel, but damn it all if you aren’t going to send me to Hell.”

“Even the deepest of sinners have a shot at Heaven.”

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