“Did running put any stress on your eyelids?” I asked. She’d had to hold off on activities that would raise her blood pressure or get her out of breath because of her eyelid surgery, and if they were fine from the run, I was going to get her horny as hell in the shower and then fuck her brains out.
I’d have to be careful, of course, let her be on top, but I was hoping all the fondling and holding and carrying of the past three weeks had gotten her used to my touch.
We joked and laughed on the way home, kept our conversation to lighter topics.
“Do you mind if I shower first?” she asked as we stepped into the bedroom and I pulled my shirt over my head.
“I was thinking we’d take one together, now that I can get your blood pressure up.”
Her facial expressions changed day by day, as she got used to the new tension on her eyebrows, and the way her eyes felt as her muscles moved. The look she gave me now was new, and it was a good thing I could smell her arousal or I’d have thought she was pissed at me for mentioning it.
I gave her a cocky grin and said, “C’mon, surely you won’t turn down an offer to wash your back?”
She was stiff, at first, but I kissed her neck, massaged her shoulders, and she relaxed into me. I massaged her breasts as she washed and conditioned her hair, teased her nipples a little without getting intense. I didn’t try to help with her hair, afraid I’d bring back bad memories, though as she finished, I held the handheld shower unit a few inches above her head, and moved it around as she worked the conditioner out.
I tried to keep my hands and mouth on her enough so she’d be so focused on my actions, she wouldn’t realize how careful I was being with her. Her scent told me I succeeded, and I had to tell my cock we’d pay attention to him later.
When we got out, she wrapped her hair in a towel, and I dried her body, then mine, and finally let my cock go fully hard. I knew she saw it, but she walked to a drawer for a t-shirt, anyway.
“No,” I told her, my voice soft.
She looked at me, prepared to argue, but I said, “I’m gonna sit on the sofa. I’d like you to come sit on my lap and kiss me.”
Now, there was fear layered over her arousal, and I walked to her, caressed her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “No pressure, nothing planned. Just some making out on the sofa and we’ll see where it goes. If we end up masturbating across the room from each other again, no biggie.”
* * * *
Harmony
I’d known we’d be back to this, once I healed.
And while I wanted him, I was also terrified I’d lose him when he got tired of treating me with kid gloves.
Pulling every ounce of courage I could muster, I told him, “Well, I can’t very well sit on your lap if you’re standing in here, can I?”
He chuckled, kissed my forehead, and walked his beautiful, muscled, naked ass into the living room.
Before I lost my nerve, I followed him in and straddled his legs as he sat. I leaned forward without sitting down, and kissed him. His lips parted for me, but he didn’t even try to pretend to submit to my kiss. He kept his hands down, didn’t touch me, but his lips were strong, his tongue invaded my mouth, and I pulled back, put my forehead to his, and said, “Damn, Brain.”
Now, his hands touched my arms — they didn’t grip, just touched, caressed. “You okay, Buttercup? What’s wrong?”
“Everything, and nothing. I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re aroused. Will you straddle my legs, have a seat, and trust me not to push too far?”
Yeah, I was horny, and didn’t want to be broken anymore. I nodded, and moved my knees to the sofa on either side of his legs, sat my bare bottom on his legs, my groin far from his, though I kind of wished I could tie him down and sit on him. The position wasn’t exactly awkward, but something wasn’t right about it, today. He looked at me a second and said, “Turn around, your back to me?”
I wasn’t sure about it, but this wasn’t working and I trusted Brain, so I turned, leaned against his chest, felt his hard cock between my bottom and his torso, and the fear left my body as I squirmed a little at the thoughts of all that hot, thick, goodness inside of me later. I relaxed into him as his arm wrapped around my waist. His lips kissed the spot where my shoulder met my neck, and a shiver traveled through my body and ended at my nipples and clit, as a long, low moan escaped my throat.
His hand moved up, caressed the base of my breast, fondled my nipple just enough to tease, all while his lips on my neck drove me crazy. My head lolled back, gave him more room, and his other hand stroked my arm, my side down to my hip. I froze as his hand headed towards my clit, but he said, “Trust me, Buttercup. Spread your legs a little more, give me access.”