“At least put it in me then. Please, Blake.” “Guess you got over your aversion to begging.” He laughs, pulling my hips so he can slide inside me. I’m still recovering, so he goes slow and gentle, and when he’s fully seated inside me, I finally feel comfortable enough to trust sleep. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” “I hate cuddling,” I remind him, holding tighter, feeling more and more relaxed. “I know.” He’s calling me a liar. “Don’t kick me in the balls again.” “No promises.”
