Page 89 of The Outsider
“Baby, I know you’re in pain right now,” he said with wicked amusement, “but don’t tempt me.”
He undressed and carefully climbed in behind me, letting me lean back against him.
“All I’m tempted to do is pass out again,” I replied, resting my head on his shoulder. “I absolutely could get used to a hot bath and a naked you at the end of the day.”
John chuckled. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
He gathered my hair in a loose ponytail, moving it away from my face and over his shoulder.
“Today was lovely,” I sighed after a moment. “I liked meeting everyone.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. I was surprised how many people were…receptive to me being here. I know a few households didn’t want me today, but…most of them let me in.”
He was quiet for a moment, idly playing with my hair.
“You’ve been needed here for a long time,” he said finally. “Bringing in outsiders was a matter of when, not if. We just nudged them in the right direction.”
“You did, you mean. I’ll never be able to repay you for bringing me here, you know.”
John kissed my cheek. “You don’t need to. I didn’t do it as a favour. It’s only right that my wife should live here with me.”
My heart gave a pleasurable tug.
“But Asha,” I continued, and I felt him tense slightly at her name. “That was a favour to me. I know she’s hard to deal with sometimes. I can thank you for that, at least.”
He didn’t reply directly, just kissed my temple. We relaxed in comfortable silence until I was dozing off against him, and the water had gone lukewarm. He helped me out of the bath and led me back to bed. The room had warmed considerably thanks to the woodstove, and though my body still hurt, I felt pleasantly heavy as I sunk into the mattress and closed my eyes.
John clicked open a container, and the faint scent of rose oil filled the air. A second later, his strong hands, slick with oil, turned me onto my front and kneaded gently at my lower back, loosening the knots embedded there. I gasped in half-pain, half-relief, then moaned as he continued down the base of my spine. Slowly and patiently, he massaged away tension and pain, then started on my legs—first my aching thighs, then calves, then feet.
I melted into the bed.
“Oh my God,” I groaned as he pressed on the tender arch of my foot. “Where have you been hiding these skills all this time?”
He laughed. “Used to do it a lot for my grandparents, especially in the later years. Guess I got good at it.”
I basked in his attention for a while longer, feeling wonderfully loose and drowsy. My pain had quieted to a dull roar, while a wholenew ache had begun between my thighs. His prolonged touch made it inevitable, and his focused attention on my body was undeniably sexy.
He worked the oil into my skin, his strokes growing long and languid over my buttocks. He parted my thighs, and I moaned as he stroked me open, carefully sliding a finger inside me. I tensed a little in response.
“Relax for me,” John murmured. I let out a long breath and obeyed. “Good girl.”
He added another finger, stretching me, and I moaned into my pillow. Still in no hurry, he slowly, methodically pumped his fingers into me, stroking my sensitive inner wall. He tormented me for a long time like that, making my clit ache worse than ever, desperate for contact.
“Don’t fight for it,” John said as he moved to kneel between my legs. “Just let me give it to you, nice and easy.”
I sighed heavily, releasing more tension, and he hummed his approval. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s so good.”
He slid his free arm underneath me, propping up my hips, and then his mouth was on my clit, teasing it with his tongue. I moaned louder, fisting my hands into the sheet as he shamelessly devoured me from behind.
“I was missing the taste of your pretty cunt,” John said softly, his hot breath on my clit. “Couldn’t help myself, seeing you laid out so nicely for me.”
He pressed his tongue harder against me, licking irresistible circles, and I cried out into the pillow. My orgasm worked through every cell in my body, injecting pure bliss—and crushing exhaustion—into every muscle.
John laid down beside me again, pulling the bearskin blanket over both of us as he gathered me against his body. His rigid erection poked against my belly, and I reached for him, even as I felt myself slipping dangerously close to dreamland.
John shook his head.
