Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong? You didn’t answer your phone.” I pull my shirt over my head, undo the buttons on my jeans, push them down, and walk toward her.
“My period. This is the first month I’ve been on this prescription. I wanted to try a different form of contraception, and so far, it’s so bad. The cramps are unbearable, and so is the headache.” Her voice is quiet, hoarse, and I can see her wincing with each word.
“Trust me?” I ask, lifting the sheets up and sliding in beside her. Shadow lets out a meow, annoyed that I didn’t stop to give him attention. He’ll have to wait his turn, the needy thing. Right now, Lyric needs me more.
“Always,” she replies. I’m careful not to jostle her too much. I prop the pillows behind my back to lean up against and then help maneuver her until she’s settled between my legs.
“I’m going to relieve the pressure, get you in the shower, feed you, and then if you’re still not feeling better, I’ll call Luke.” I lift her shirt so my warm hands can cup her lower abdomen, slowly rubbing her up and down, side to side, and feeling her body slowly relax.
“Jagger, that feels so good.” Her head tips up, her eyes flutter closed, and I can feel goose bumps pebbling her flesh. I keep my hand above the band of lace confection she’s wearing. Thongs. It doesn’t matter the day of the week or the time of the month, it seems. Which means this will make it even easier for me and hopefully will relieve some of the pain she’s feeling.
Lyric relaxes into me, giving me more of her body weight. The soft sighs tumbling from her lips tell me to keep going. The tips of my fingers lightly graze beneath her panties. “Still okay?” I ask her. I’m trying to comfort her, not freak her out.
“Yes.” Green eyes meet mine. The pain I see behind them cuts me to the quick. I’m half tempted to call Luke to make an emergency appointment. Fuck, I definitely will if this doesn’t work.
“I’m going to use my fingers on you.” Lyric shows a sign of hesitation, causing me to pause from proceeding further.
“But I’m on my period, and I have a tampon in,” she states with confusion.
“I’m not going inside. I’ll make you feel good. It’ll alleviate the pain. If I’m wrong, we’ll never try this again,” I explain. She opens her thighs, trusting me, and my fingers come in contact with the light landing strip of hair. It’s manicured, trimmed, and hot as fuck. I keep one hand on her lower abdomen, rubbing the ache, plus the heat radiating off my body gives her some added relief. While my other continues the journey, teasing her while making my cock hard as steel. This is for Lyric, not for me, and the damn thing will have to wait, even if my dick is pressing into her lower back.
“We’re not calling Luke,” she grouses, not liking the idea of having him check her out. The feeling is entirely mutual when it comes to any part of my woman being naked, except he wouldn’t do any type of exam on her. What he’d do is give her something for the pain and suggest a better alternative to the bullshit she’s on now.
“We will if we need to. You can also quit taking birth control entirely, and I’ll use condoms.” I’d hate like hell to lose taking her bare, but having her miserable like this? Fuck that.
“If I go without, it’s ten times worse, and usually, it’s the first day or two, then I’m fine.” The tip of my finger grazes her clit. She’s already wet. Goddamn.
“Then we’ll find something else for you. The last thing you need is to be miserable for a few days a month when there’s shit out there to help you.” Lyric doesn’t respond; no answer is more than alright for me. I’m going to get to work on making her feel better. I start moving my finger in a circle around her pebbled tip, getting her going, and when I feel her hands dig into the tops of my thighs, I change directions, side to side, then circle, and side to side. She spreads her legs wider, moving until she has her feet planted on either side of the outside of mine.
“Jagger, oh god, more. Please, please, please.” It’s clear as day this is exactly what she needs. I don’t stop working her clit, repeating the process time and time again. Her back arches off my chest, and her breathing becomes more erratic, labored, and already getting close to an orgasm. The moans get deeper, her head thrashes, and that’s when I add more. Three of my fingers run over her clit, using the same motions as before.