Kyle had insisted on taking care of me in every possible way after he knew what I had been keeping to myself. He massaged my body, arms, legs, head, everything. He was doing everything that he could think of that wasn't going to lead to something sexual.
As much as I love my husband and mate, I was definitely not ready to be intimate again just yet. Yeah, it had been a week and all, but that didn't mean a damn thing. I had just pushed a nine pound watermelon out of my hoohah. Ain't nothing going in there again for a while.
Still, he didn't even try that. He didn't caress my body in a sexual way. He didn't try to touch my sensitive areas. He didn't do anything that was going to turn either of us on in any way, shape or form. All Kyle did was help me to relax and calm down. And dammit, he was good at it too.