That was her first thought when her eyes popped open the next morning. She tried to feel her body but she was one sore mess from head to toe and places in between. She was too embarrassed to turn her head to look at him, but she could feel him lying next to her. She’d had anal sex. The memory made her face hot enough to singe the sheets. Her ass still stung and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. Okay that’s a lie. When they were doing it, she enjoyed the hell out of it. But now in the dawning light of day she felt uncertain. How could she have let him do that to her? Not that she’d had much of a choice. In the middle of their sexual marathon, he’d simply asked her if she had any oil or lubricant and like an idiot she’d said yes and told him where to find it in the bathroom cabinet. He’d walked away with his fine ass on full display, only to return with the tube and made her roll over onto her stomach. She’d still had no idea what he was up to, thinking that he was going to use it to soothe between her legs where she was already sore and bruised.
