More lavender and eucalyptus invade my senses, but I don’t turn to find the source of the smell. I just continue to lie on the plush comforter without moving. He lifts one ankle gently placing a kiss on it before his hands begin to work the tendons and muscles in my foot. He slowly works his way up into my aching calves and then my thighs. He kneads and works his hands into my lower back up into my shoulders. He places a soft kiss onto my shoulder, and he begins to massage my upper arms all the way down into my hands.
It feels so good I could cry. My body feels like it has been ripped apart and put back together many times over the last few weeks. Everything he is doing is the care I’ve desperately needed but was too prideful to ask.
Butterflies take flight in my stomach as I realize this is also the most intimate I’ve ever been with a person. This isn’t sexual in any way. This is simply Zane taking care of me. Showing me how much he loves me.
This man, who is probably just a sore as I am after long grueling practices and training in football then more training with me, is taking care of me. He hasn’t made any remarks or real complaints with how tired and worn out he is.
I turn over, grabbing him by the shirt to pull him closer to me. I kiss his lips softly. “Thank you,” I tell him.
“For what?” he asks as he brushes a stray hair from my face.
“For taking care of me. I know I don’t make it easy because it’s not easy for me to let someone take care of me.”
“I love you, Tori. Taking care of you is my job whether you make it easy or not.”
I kiss him again this time making it deeper. More passionate and fiery. He groans against my mouth then pulls back a little to move his way down my jaw to just behind my ear. “This isn’t what I was trying to do,” he rasps in my ear.
“I know,” I tell him. “But it’s what I want.”
His mouth travels down my collarbone in sweet little kisses. He makes his way down the center of my chest, my navel, my hip bones. All the while his eyes never leaving mine. “You need rest and sleep,” he tells me.
As if I could do either right now. Whether he’s meant to or not, I’m burning. I’m an inferno in desperate need of what only he can do to me. What he can give me.
“I can sleep when I’m dead,” I gasp as his tongue makes a trail down my inner thigh.
He moves so that he’s hovering over me. “At this moment in our lives, that’s not funny,” he growls.
“I don’t care,” I tell him, practically humming. His eyes narrow as they rake over my body. I can see his breathing is becoming harder, more labored. “Hurt me, Zane,” I challenge.
With a growl, he flips me back over, pulling me so my ass is in the air. He drags his rough hand down my spine. His hands grip my ass cheeks hard spreading me apart. He presses his thumb against that very private part of me and massages.
My eyes roll back in my head and I grip the sheets as I begin to clench around nothing at all.
The fingers on his other hand spread my lower lips then dip inside. He moves in and out as his thumb dips inside my ass. “Where do you want me most, Baby?” he asks as he works me into a frenzy.
“Everywhere,” is the only thing I can say. He moves from behind me and I instantly miss him. His body over mine. His hands on me.
He opens his nightstand again. I don’t see what he’s grabbing but I don’t need to. I know exactly what he’s going for and my entire body feels like it could spontaneously combust at the anticipation of what’s to come.
My heart races as cool liquid runs down my backside. He inserts two fingers carefully, moving them in, out and in scissor motions as he preps me. I white knuckle the sheets as his other hand massages my clit.
“Zane, please,” I beg for him to take me. To join us.
I feel as his thick cock presses against my backside, slowly pressing in. He pushes against that tight ring and moves one excruciating inch as a time until he is seated all me way inside of me. Just like always, he stays still giving me time to adjust to the exquisite pain of it all.
But I need him to move. I clench tightly around him causing him to release a low growl. He moves a bit. Just miniscule movements before leaning over me. He hands me the dildo we like to play with, and I clench even more at what I know he wants.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”
“I can’t help it,” I say with my own growl coming out.
“Yes, you can,” he tells me in my ear. “Now put it in your pussy. Fuck your pussy with the dildo while I fuck your ass with my cock.”
I reach beneath me, slowly inserting it inside me. The pleasure and pain war with each other as the incredible fullness of it all takes my breath away. I move it slowly in and out a couple of times before he begins to move himself.
Moans fill the air of the otherwise silent apartment. The sounds of skin slapping skin permeate the space around us.
My body is a volcano about to erupt. Fire and electricity trickle down my spine. My core clenches. My ass clenches. I fight hard to hold on just a little longer, not ready for all of this to end so quickly, but the burning stretch feels so good.
