Play with Me
Title: Play with Me (sequel to Work with Me)
Pairings: Yoochun/fc
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s wintertime. Everyone’s skin needs a bit of pampering...in more ways than one.
“Every winter I make the same mistake...every winter, never fails” she huffs, blowing a wisp of hair out of her vision.
“What are you muttering about again?” Yoochun waltzes into the large living room as if he lived there himself, already comfortable and at ease.
It’s been a few days since their encounter in the dressing room and while neither spoke of it afterwards, Yoochun still managed to find her address and appear on her doorstep later on that same day (“I got your address early on. If we didn't end up doing it today, then one of these days I would have definitely come to your home”) bringing a handful of groceries and a call for peace. Sort of.
He didn't do anything though, promised just to talk. And thats exactly what they did. He made it clear in his profession it was hard to maintain a stable, healthy relationship and he made no solid promises with her now. But he would still like to give this a chance. She agreed. After all, he was good looking, hard working, and kind to staff and fans alike.
Now with the television dimly buzzing in the background, Yoochun pads across the wooden floorboards in his bare feet, to the desk where his coordinator was scribbling furiously and typing on her laptop simultaneously. He sets down the mug of steaming hot chocolate- hers a pink mug, his a blue mug. She had no idea where he conjured these up, probably stashed somewhere deep within her cupboard, but he did. And he insisted on using them, calling them “couple” mugs. She would only blink and blush.
She sighs and closes her laptop. Looks out the window and groans at the sight.
“Dastardly cold day, innit?” Yoochun says teasingly as he lounges on the couch with one arm draped across it, the other holding the mug. Given that it was a Friday, he took the weekend off and decided to spend it here.
And just as well- outside, the world looked as if it was frantically being dusted with powdered sugar.
“Sure is” she sighs. “There go all my plans for the weekend. Stuck at home, digging out the sidewalk.”
One of her fingers lifts to run across her lips and other hand. She lets out anther noise of annoyance.
“This weather is drying me out and isn't helping at all”
“Is it now?” he glances at her briefly behind him before returning to skim the tv news headlines.
“Drink some hot cocoa” he suggests
She immediately takes the mug and chugs half of it, not caring that it burned down her throat. For a few moments her skin tingled as her body processed the warmth and heat of the drink, but after a while...
”God damn it!” she snaps down the cover of her laptop, finally done. “How on earth do you have such a hectic schedule and maintain such skin?”
She glares at the back of his head as he sits on the couch, tv still on. She hears him chuckle and set the mug down on the glass table. Hears his padding feet slowly stop until he is next to her. She huffs, pushes the laptop and notebook away from her in annoyance, trying to ignore her dry hands.
“So you want me to tell you how my skin’s so soft and smooth...well, feel it first and tell me if it’s as smooth as you think.”
Yoochun takes one of her hands guides it to his cheek, letting her hand caress it, then move down to his jawline, his lips. His eyes never break contact with hers and while his are dark, piercing, he notices hers are not like they were on that day before- panicked, afraid. This time they rove across his face patiently, lovingly, like they knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
Both her hands slowly reach up to cup his face, thumbs lightly rubbing over his smooth lips. She sighs, closes her eyes and their foreheads touch. He closes his eyes as well, savoring the moment.
“Soft...so soft...”
Yoochun opens his eyes and looks at her whisper the words. Slowly, he parts his lips and traps one of her thumbs between his teeth teasingly. The corner of her mouth quirks as she tries not to smile. His eyes shine mischievously, tongue flicking out to touch the tip of her thumb, rub against the pad. She shivers. He grins, showing white teeth and her thumb trapped between them. His tongue continues gliding back and forth against the pad of her thumb, wetting it. Gently his hand takes hers and pulls the thumb away to lay a kiss on it.
For a moment he pouts. Then reaches over and removes the black frames resting on her nose.
“I thought we agreed you would wear contacts” he says as she laughs.
“At work yes, but at home no”
He smiles and sets down the glasses. “Shall I show you how I take care of my skin then? What the doctor recommends?”
He winks. She knows he has something up his sleeve. Allowing him to pull her up from her chair she stands up, barely reaching his chin.
“First, preparation. Set your eyes on what you want to mark.”
His eyes zero in on her lips but before that, he brings her hand to his lips and kisses it, then the other hand. And before she can so much as blink, he is on her lips, running his tongue over them, wetting them, pushing in.
As his tongue works, his hands move to hug her and bring her close. He tugs the sweater down, down so that it slips off her body and falls to the floor. Then her sweat pants pool around her ankles, joining the sweater in a pile. Her hand travels down the shirt he wore tugging at the hem, bringing it up out of his arms and over his head as he raised his arms.
Their kiss breaks momentarily to take the sweater off and he flings it somewhere behind him. She hears it fall on the couch. Then both their hands reach for the waistband of his sweats and tug it down in one swift motion, boxers and all. He steps out of them and kicks them away. Her feet gingerly step forward until her toes step on his own, feeling them wiggle under her.
She chuckles and feels him grin into the kiss. She lifts her arms to cradle his neck, hands combing through his soft hair as his hands wrap around her slim waist, squeeze her skin to skin. With her feet still on his he slowly walks to the door which leads to the bathroom.
Eyes still closed and leaning into the kiss, he closes the door with a quick jerk of his hip. He feels around for the shower knob and turns it on, waiting for the water to heat and the room to warm. In moments the room is foggy as the shower runs hot water. They break away panting, breaths ghosting across their faces.
“Next step is to moisturize, moisturize, moisturize,” he whispers against her lips, feeling her smile. His gaze softens- how he loved her smile, even more when he’s the one that causes it.
They step under the running water and in minutes their hair sticks plastered to their foreheads and faces. His hand moves to push the hair away from her face. Her fingers comb his hair back out of his eyes.
“So once the humidity is right, your skin must be cleaned.”
He grabs the pouf and lotion and suds it up. Slowly his hands travel all over her body, rubbing it until it was slippery, slick, scented. Taking the shampoo, he massages it into her hair, working it into a lather. She sighs and closes her eyes, relaxing into the touch, smiling gently.
Yoochun grins, looking down at her. His soapy hands move to his own body but suddenly her hands stop him. Now her hands gently glide across his face, into his hair as she faces him and shampoos his hair. His eyes flutter closed and he groans, leaning into the touch. Then her hand grabs the soap and moves it across his body- first his neck, that tempting Adam's apple, his collarbone, shoulders, chest, and back. She didn’t move to stand behind him but instead hugs him close to her and lets her soapy hands travel up and down his back.
She hears his hiss of pleasure at having her pressed so close to him but refrains from making a move, although he clearly wants to shove her back into the wall and take her then and there, from the way he was starting to press against her hips. Her hands travel down his butt, his legs, ignoring his growing erection for now.
When she’s finally done and stands up he opens his eyes- lustful, on fire. Yoochun impatiently rubs her body clean- skin now silky smooth- feeling her jerk and quiver in his touch. Her hands move to his body but he grabs her wrists, saying in a hoarse voice, “No. This is the time to pamper you, not me” and he quickly washes himself clean.
Now the fun began- she knew it and her eyes twinkled at him as he smirked. His hand moves to the conditioner, coating his fingers. His other hand brushes against her lips, thumb tracing the outline.
“Hmm, its soft and supple now” he says as his tongue teasingly, slowly licks across her bottom lip. Her lips part in a whine, wanting him kissing her again.
“Ah ah ah” his finger whisks back and forth in her face as his lip quirks into a crooked grin.
“Not yet not yet” he pulls away, noting how she whimpered and looked with pleading eyes. Her arms wrap around herself as if trying to hug him, hug his warmth to her instead.
“You see, you learned everything, every step so far yes. But for the final, most important part, the part that makes you glow.”
He pauses for effect. His eyes wander down her body, following the water droplets before moving up to meet her eyes. He moves closer until noses touch, whispering in her ear, “Stimulation. Pleasure.”
And suddenly dominant, aggressive Yoochun springs up. He roughly pushes her backwards until her back hits the tiles. One arm sets on the small of her back, the other curls around her waist in a strong grip. She gasps but then he’s swallowing whatever pants and moans she makes. His body rocks against hers, erection pressing into her hip, making her moan and whimper louder.
“Y-yoochun...please” she arches and tries to rub against him more, more friction.
The hand around her waist travels to her butt where he pinches her and rubs it soothingly afterwards. He pulls her thigh up and hooks it around his waist. Now at the new position his body rocks against hers. His erection touches her clit, feeling how hot she, throbbing. She moans, her thigh moving up and down on his waist, rubbing.
He pulls his lips away as her head tilts back, groaning and trying to catch her breath in the foggy room. His slick fingers move down her body while he marks her neck, shoulders, breasts if she arched her back high enough. The slick fingers travel down pausing to finger her puckered entrance, then teasingly dip into her hole once before stopping over her clit and massaging it. Her body jerks with each touch- ether arching up into the sensations or rolling her hips down to try and take him in, take his fingers in.
“You like that baby, don’t you?” he grins wickedly as he thumbs her throbbing clit, rubbing circles over and over, sometimes pressing hard, then soft. He ignores his aching erection already pulsing more and more precome from the tip. He’d been pampered long enough- time to show some love to his coordinator. His free hand leaves her waist to jerk her leg higher, hold it up since it was slowly slipping, weak from the effort and sensations he was causing.
“How’s this?” his fingers move slowly to inch inside her hole, tips barely inside her although he feels her rolling her hips, trying to get him in.
Her moans get louder as her eyes close, head back. He looks at the water running down her body, traces the small rivulets with hungry eyes and a skilled tongue. He pushes his fingers in just a bit more.
“Please yoochun, please, I n-”
With a cry she arches up as three of his fingers slide into her completely. Twisting and curling, trying to find that spot in her- there. When he strokes it, her body seems to pulse as one, an electric shock running from head to toe. Her legs weaken and threatened to give out under her.
Yoochun presses closer to her more tightly, hoisting her other leg up so both wrap around his waist, ankles hooking at the back. The hand supporting her thigh quickly grabs her hands and directs them to his shoulders so she remembers to hold onto him to keep from falling down.
Now there was no more kissing, teasing marks on her body; his eyes were focused on her face, her closed eyes and open mouth, intent on only giving her pure pleasure- raw and complete. One hand goes back to caress and hold one thigh up although she was doing a good job already- squeezing her leg tightly around his hips.
He rubs that spot inside her with the pads of his fingers, gently stroking it. He ignores her cries and whimpers in his ear pleading to go faster. He takes his time. Her gasps quicken until with a cry of his name she comes. Her back arches off the tiles as she buries her head into Yoochun’s shoulder panting harsh and quick.
Yoochun looks down at her body, her skin- she was radiant, glowing. And it was all for him. He’s sure he’d die of jealousy if anyone else saw her like this. ‘Mine mine mine’ Yoochun’s thoughts echo for a moment.
“Y...Yoochun” he hears her whisper, lips moving against the skin on his shoulder.
“What? What is it baby?” he leans down closer as his fingers still slowly move in and out of her, teasing.
“I...” her eyes are still closed, chest rising and falling. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
“I thought you’d never say it” and quickly removing his fingers he positions himself and thrusts.
He lets out a long, low moan, finally having his erection inside her after such a fucking long time and stills for a moment to control, so he doesn’t come right then and there.
“Ready?” he says, more for himself than for her, but she cuts him off before he even finishes, eyes shut tight and nodding “Yes just gogogogog-AH!”
He pulls out and slams into her, using the wall as support because she would definitely fall from the force. Over and over he kept the pace, feeling her legs tighten around him until he couldn’t breathe. His body struggles to support both her and him under the increasing pleasure.
“B-baby I think I’m going t-” Yoochun yells as she squeezes around him, making his erection pulse come over and over into her. He lets out a long breath when her walls unclench and he slips out.
He was weak, tired, satiated; but for her sake he would still carry her out the bathroom to the bed if she wanted. He ignored his shaking legs. Her eyes finally open as she sees him standing before her- eyes closed, head tilted back, fighting to stabilize his breathing.
Slowly she unhooks one leg from his waist, then the other, his hands gently supporting her under her thighs lest she slip or fall in the shower. Then his hands fall limply to his sides. Her hand cups his cheek and she leans up to kiss him sweetly, eyes crinkling as she said, “Thank you...that was the best pampering I’ve ever had”
His tired but bright smile was her reward. He turns his head and lays a kiss to the center of her palm. His hand reaches up, turning off the shower head and then goes to reach the towel. She gently smacks it and says “Ah ah. Now you rest. It’s my turn.”
She wraps the towel around both of them, rubbing them dry. They slip out of the shower and pad into the bedroom.
“I know another way to make your skin glow...in a way only I can do”
Her eyes shine playfully.
“Oh?” he says, eyebrow arching. A finger gently slides across her shoulder and collarbone, still pink and rosy from the shower.
“Mmm” she nods, removing the towel and throwing it on the bed, letting their bare bodies show.
She pushes him to lie down on the bed first, leaning over him seductively on all fours. He looks up at her through lidded eyes- amused and curious. Her tongue licks her lips as she suddenly pulls his shoulder, flipping him over on his back. She straddles him, sitting down on his butt.
“Massage” she says in a sing-song voice in his ear. He blinks, surprised, then groans as her hands magically work across his back, smoothing out the kinks and knots of stress, tension built up over time.
“Oh yes,” he sighs. “I could really go for this.” And he closes his eyes and relaxes into the touches.
Pairings: Yoochun/fc
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s wintertime. Everyone’s skin needs a bit of pampering...in more ways than one.
“Every winter I make the same mistake...every winter, never fails” she huffs, blowing a wisp of hair out of her vision.
“What are you muttering about again?” Yoochun waltzes into the large living room as if he lived there himself, already comfortable and at ease.
It’s been a few days since their encounter in the dressing room and while neither spoke of it afterwards, Yoochun still managed to find her address and appear on her doorstep later on that same day (“I got your address early on. If we didn't end up doing it today, then one of these days I would have definitely come to your home”) bringing a handful of groceries and a call for peace. Sort of.
He didn't do anything though, promised just to talk. And thats exactly what they did. He made it clear in his profession it was hard to maintain a stable, healthy relationship and he made no solid promises with her now. But he would still like to give this a chance. She agreed. After all, he was good looking, hard working, and kind to staff and fans alike.
Now with the television dimly buzzing in the background, Yoochun pads across the wooden floorboards in his bare feet, to the desk where his coordinator was scribbling furiously and typing on her laptop simultaneously. He sets down the mug of steaming hot chocolate- hers a pink mug, his a blue mug. She had no idea where he conjured these up, probably stashed somewhere deep within her cupboard, but he did. And he insisted on using them, calling them “couple” mugs. She would only blink and blush.
She sighs and closes her laptop. Looks out the window and groans at the sight.
“Dastardly cold day, innit?” Yoochun says teasingly as he lounges on the couch with one arm draped across it, the other holding the mug. Given that it was a Friday, he took the weekend off and decided to spend it here.
And just as well- outside, the world looked as if it was frantically being dusted with powdered sugar.
“Sure is” she sighs. “There go all my plans for the weekend. Stuck at home, digging out the sidewalk.”
One of her fingers lifts to run across her lips and other hand. She lets out anther noise of annoyance.
“This weather is drying me out and isn't helping at all”
“Is it now?” he glances at her briefly behind him before returning to skim the tv news headlines.
“Drink some hot cocoa” he suggests
She immediately takes the mug and chugs half of it, not caring that it burned down her throat. For a few moments her skin tingled as her body processed the warmth and heat of the drink, but after a while...
”God damn it!” she snaps down the cover of her laptop, finally done. “How on earth do you have such a hectic schedule and maintain such skin?”
She glares at the back of his head as he sits on the couch, tv still on. She hears him chuckle and set the mug down on the glass table. Hears his padding feet slowly stop until he is next to her. She huffs, pushes the laptop and notebook away from her in annoyance, trying to ignore her dry hands.
“So you want me to tell you how my skin’s so soft and smooth...well, feel it first and tell me if it’s as smooth as you think.”
Yoochun takes one of her hands guides it to his cheek, letting her hand caress it, then move down to his jawline, his lips. His eyes never break contact with hers and while his are dark, piercing, he notices hers are not like they were on that day before- panicked, afraid. This time they rove across his face patiently, lovingly, like they knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
Both her hands slowly reach up to cup his face, thumbs lightly rubbing over his smooth lips. She sighs, closes her eyes and their foreheads touch. He closes his eyes as well, savoring the moment.
“Soft...so soft...”
Yoochun opens his eyes and looks at her whisper the words. Slowly, he parts his lips and traps one of her thumbs between his teeth teasingly. The corner of her mouth quirks as she tries not to smile. His eyes shine mischievously, tongue flicking out to touch the tip of her thumb, rub against the pad. She shivers. He grins, showing white teeth and her thumb trapped between them. His tongue continues gliding back and forth against the pad of her thumb, wetting it. Gently his hand takes hers and pulls the thumb away to lay a kiss on it.
For a moment he pouts. Then reaches over and removes the black frames resting on her nose.
“I thought we agreed you would wear contacts” he says as she laughs.
“At work yes, but at home no”
He smiles and sets down the glasses. “Shall I show you how I take care of my skin then? What the doctor recommends?”
He winks. She knows he has something up his sleeve. Allowing him to pull her up from her chair she stands up, barely reaching his chin.
“First, preparation. Set your eyes on what you want to mark.”
His eyes zero in on her lips but before that, he brings her hand to his lips and kisses it, then the other hand. And before she can so much as blink, he is on her lips, running his tongue over them, wetting them, pushing in.
As his tongue works, his hands move to hug her and bring her close. He tugs the sweater down, down so that it slips off her body and falls to the floor. Then her sweat pants pool around her ankles, joining the sweater in a pile. Her hand travels down the shirt he wore tugging at the hem, bringing it up out of his arms and over his head as he raised his arms.
Their kiss breaks momentarily to take the sweater off and he flings it somewhere behind him. She hears it fall on the couch. Then both their hands reach for the waistband of his sweats and tug it down in one swift motion, boxers and all. He steps out of them and kicks them away. Her feet gingerly step forward until her toes step on his own, feeling them wiggle under her.
She chuckles and feels him grin into the kiss. She lifts her arms to cradle his neck, hands combing through his soft hair as his hands wrap around her slim waist, squeeze her skin to skin. With her feet still on his he slowly walks to the door which leads to the bathroom.
Eyes still closed and leaning into the kiss, he closes the door with a quick jerk of his hip. He feels around for the shower knob and turns it on, waiting for the water to heat and the room to warm. In moments the room is foggy as the shower runs hot water. They break away panting, breaths ghosting across their faces.
“Next step is to moisturize, moisturize, moisturize,” he whispers against her lips, feeling her smile. His gaze softens- how he loved her smile, even more when he’s the one that causes it.
They step under the running water and in minutes their hair sticks plastered to their foreheads and faces. His hand moves to push the hair away from her face. Her fingers comb his hair back out of his eyes.
“So once the humidity is right, your skin must be cleaned.”
He grabs the pouf and lotion and suds it up. Slowly his hands travel all over her body, rubbing it until it was slippery, slick, scented. Taking the shampoo, he massages it into her hair, working it into a lather. She sighs and closes her eyes, relaxing into the touch, smiling gently.
Yoochun grins, looking down at her. His soapy hands move to his own body but suddenly her hands stop him. Now her hands gently glide across his face, into his hair as she faces him and shampoos his hair. His eyes flutter closed and he groans, leaning into the touch. Then her hand grabs the soap and moves it across his body- first his neck, that tempting Adam's apple, his collarbone, shoulders, chest, and back. She didn’t move to stand behind him but instead hugs him close to her and lets her soapy hands travel up and down his back.
She hears his hiss of pleasure at having her pressed so close to him but refrains from making a move, although he clearly wants to shove her back into the wall and take her then and there, from the way he was starting to press against her hips. Her hands travel down his butt, his legs, ignoring his growing erection for now.
When she’s finally done and stands up he opens his eyes- lustful, on fire. Yoochun impatiently rubs her body clean- skin now silky smooth- feeling her jerk and quiver in his touch. Her hands move to his body but he grabs her wrists, saying in a hoarse voice, “No. This is the time to pamper you, not me” and he quickly washes himself clean.
Now the fun began- she knew it and her eyes twinkled at him as he smirked. His hand moves to the conditioner, coating his fingers. His other hand brushes against her lips, thumb tracing the outline.
“Hmm, its soft and supple now” he says as his tongue teasingly, slowly licks across her bottom lip. Her lips part in a whine, wanting him kissing her again.
“Ah ah ah” his finger whisks back and forth in her face as his lip quirks into a crooked grin.
“Not yet not yet” he pulls away, noting how she whimpered and looked with pleading eyes. Her arms wrap around herself as if trying to hug him, hug his warmth to her instead.
“You see, you learned everything, every step so far yes. But for the final, most important part, the part that makes you glow.”
He pauses for effect. His eyes wander down her body, following the water droplets before moving up to meet her eyes. He moves closer until noses touch, whispering in her ear, “Stimulation. Pleasure.”
And suddenly dominant, aggressive Yoochun springs up. He roughly pushes her backwards until her back hits the tiles. One arm sets on the small of her back, the other curls around her waist in a strong grip. She gasps but then he’s swallowing whatever pants and moans she makes. His body rocks against hers, erection pressing into her hip, making her moan and whimper louder.
“Y-yoochun...please” she arches and tries to rub against him more, more friction.
The hand around her waist travels to her butt where he pinches her and rubs it soothingly afterwards. He pulls her thigh up and hooks it around his waist. Now at the new position his body rocks against hers. His erection touches her clit, feeling how hot she, throbbing. She moans, her thigh moving up and down on his waist, rubbing.
He pulls his lips away as her head tilts back, groaning and trying to catch her breath in the foggy room. His slick fingers move down her body while he marks her neck, shoulders, breasts if she arched her back high enough. The slick fingers travel down pausing to finger her puckered entrance, then teasingly dip into her hole once before stopping over her clit and massaging it. Her body jerks with each touch- ether arching up into the sensations or rolling her hips down to try and take him in, take his fingers in.
“You like that baby, don’t you?” he grins wickedly as he thumbs her throbbing clit, rubbing circles over and over, sometimes pressing hard, then soft. He ignores his aching erection already pulsing more and more precome from the tip. He’d been pampered long enough- time to show some love to his coordinator. His free hand leaves her waist to jerk her leg higher, hold it up since it was slowly slipping, weak from the effort and sensations he was causing.
“How’s this?” his fingers move slowly to inch inside her hole, tips barely inside her although he feels her rolling her hips, trying to get him in.
Her moans get louder as her eyes close, head back. He looks at the water running down her body, traces the small rivulets with hungry eyes and a skilled tongue. He pushes his fingers in just a bit more.
“Please yoochun, please, I n-”
With a cry she arches up as three of his fingers slide into her completely. Twisting and curling, trying to find that spot in her- there. When he strokes it, her body seems to pulse as one, an electric shock running from head to toe. Her legs weaken and threatened to give out under her.
Yoochun presses closer to her more tightly, hoisting her other leg up so both wrap around his waist, ankles hooking at the back. The hand supporting her thigh quickly grabs her hands and directs them to his shoulders so she remembers to hold onto him to keep from falling down.
Now there was no more kissing, teasing marks on her body; his eyes were focused on her face, her closed eyes and open mouth, intent on only giving her pure pleasure- raw and complete. One hand goes back to caress and hold one thigh up although she was doing a good job already- squeezing her leg tightly around his hips.
He rubs that spot inside her with the pads of his fingers, gently stroking it. He ignores her cries and whimpers in his ear pleading to go faster. He takes his time. Her gasps quicken until with a cry of his name she comes. Her back arches off the tiles as she buries her head into Yoochun’s shoulder panting harsh and quick.
Yoochun looks down at her body, her skin- she was radiant, glowing. And it was all for him. He’s sure he’d die of jealousy if anyone else saw her like this. ‘Mine mine mine’ Yoochun’s thoughts echo for a moment.
“Y...Yoochun” he hears her whisper, lips moving against the skin on his shoulder.
“What? What is it baby?” he leans down closer as his fingers still slowly move in and out of her, teasing.
“I...” her eyes are still closed, chest rising and falling. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
“I thought you’d never say it” and quickly removing his fingers he positions himself and thrusts.
He lets out a long, low moan, finally having his erection inside her after such a fucking long time and stills for a moment to control, so he doesn’t come right then and there.
“Ready?” he says, more for himself than for her, but she cuts him off before he even finishes, eyes shut tight and nodding “Yes just gogogogog-AH!”
He pulls out and slams into her, using the wall as support because she would definitely fall from the force. Over and over he kept the pace, feeling her legs tighten around him until he couldn’t breathe. His body struggles to support both her and him under the increasing pleasure.
“B-baby I think I’m going t-” Yoochun yells as she squeezes around him, making his erection pulse come over and over into her. He lets out a long breath when her walls unclench and he slips out.
He was weak, tired, satiated; but for her sake he would still carry her out the bathroom to the bed if she wanted. He ignored his shaking legs. Her eyes finally open as she sees him standing before her- eyes closed, head tilted back, fighting to stabilize his breathing.
Slowly she unhooks one leg from his waist, then the other, his hands gently supporting her under her thighs lest she slip or fall in the shower. Then his hands fall limply to his sides. Her hand cups his cheek and she leans up to kiss him sweetly, eyes crinkling as she said, “Thank you...that was the best pampering I’ve ever had”
His tired but bright smile was her reward. He turns his head and lays a kiss to the center of her palm. His hand reaches up, turning off the shower head and then goes to reach the towel. She gently smacks it and says “Ah ah. Now you rest. It’s my turn.”
She wraps the towel around both of them, rubbing them dry. They slip out of the shower and pad into the bedroom.
“I know another way to make your skin glow...in a way only I can do”
Her eyes shine playfully.
“Oh?” he says, eyebrow arching. A finger gently slides across her shoulder and collarbone, still pink and rosy from the shower.
“Mmm” she nods, removing the towel and throwing it on the bed, letting their bare bodies show.
She pushes him to lie down on the bed first, leaning over him seductively on all fours. He looks up at her through lidded eyes- amused and curious. Her tongue licks her lips as she suddenly pulls his shoulder, flipping him over on his back. She straddles him, sitting down on his butt.
“Massage” she says in a sing-song voice in his ear. He blinks, surprised, then groans as her hands magically work across his back, smoothing out the kinks and knots of stress, tension built up over time.
“Oh yes,” he sighs. “I could really go for this.” And he closes his eyes and relaxes into the touches.