“You want me to stop?”
“No.”
On my knees, I ran my hands slowly up Jax’s calves and then his thighs, pushing them open even wider. He kept his eyes closed the whole time, his breath quickening the higher I got.
“Is this from your surgery?” I ran my finger over the small scar on his stomach.
“Yes.”
I traced my hand down. “What do you think I see when I look at you?”
“Frankenstein. I mean… it just looks weird. Doesn’t it?”
I smiled as my fingers traced the visible outline of his one testicle. “No.”
“But you can tell?”
“I mean, maybe, but I wouldn’t say I was an expert. If you’d not told me, I probably wouldn’t have noticed.” I reached into the bedside table drawer and took out a bottle of lube. Nervously, I tipped some into my hand.
“Jax, your surgery is a part of your story. You can’t ignore it, you need to embrace it. You had cancer. You had surgery and treatment and it saved your life.” I cupped his balls… ball. “What do you call it?”
“My sack… Don’t ever call it my balls. I will cry.” He offered me a playful smile as he pushed his hips up as I continued to explore him. I pressed two fingers against his taint, loving that my friends had given me a crash lesson on what men liked when we started this makeover stuff. “Shit,” he panted. “Do that again.” I massaged slowly, as my other hand wrapped around his shaft.
The lube meant my hand moved easily up and down as my other hand teased and explored the part of him he’d kept hidden for so long, his bound hands meaning he couldn’t stop me or control my movements.
“Fuck,” he cried, his hips bucking. I leaned forward, running the tip of my tongue over his sack before sucking gently. “Why does that feel so good? Shit, I’m gonna come again. You’remaking me feel like a teenager.” His body bowed as I sucked a little harder, making him chant my name like a prayer.
“Stop,” he groaned, making me pause.
“Too much?”
He lifted his head, his dark eyes black with need. “Untie me.”
I moved quickly, thinking I’d pushed him too far, but as soon as his hands were free, Jax flipped me so my back was flat against the mattress. He parted my thighs and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, making us both cry out.
“I have missed your pussy so much. You’re so wet. I think it’s time I took care of my good girl, isn’t it?”
Unable to speak as my body got used to the feeling of him filling me again, I just nodded.
Jax grabbed a pillow and pushed it under my hips, tilting me so his cock hit at a different angle. Lifting to his knees, he wrapped one hand around my hip while his other palmed my breast, twisting and teasing my nipple. I reached for him, his sweat-covered skin warm under my fingers as he fucked me.
Rubbing against my G-spot with each thrust, it didn’t take long for my orgasm to take hold, growing, tightening until I could barely breathe, and when it exploded, it was a sweet relief that left my body shaking.
Jax’s mouth crashed against mine as hips pushed in one final time, before coming as well.
Breathlessly, he rested his body weight on his forearms as he pressed his forehead to mine.
“I love you,” he murmured. “I liked your hands on me.”
I tightened my walls around his cock, making him moan and rock into me, setting off aftershocks of my orgasm that sent a shiver down my spine. “I love you too.”
He eased out of me, and I instantly missed how full he made me feel. Collapsing to the bed beside me, he traced his fingers absent-mindedly over my stomach.
“I wasn’t sure you’d want me… when you found out the truth.” My eyes were heavy and my body almost boneless from the strength of my orgasm, but Jax’s words made me roll onto my side so I could look him in the eye.
“It hasn’t changed anything. In fact, knowing what you were hiding, you letting me see the thing you’re most afraid of showing. That means so much to me.”
“I’m sorry I left. It was the worst mistake I ever made.”