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“What do you want?” Blade asked between his teeth.
“I think I can help you.”
He opened one eye halfway. “Taking your clothes off won’t help.”
“I took my shirt off because of the perfume,” Callie explained. There was no reason to take off her bra or jeans. “Will you let me try, please?”
He didn’t speak, but she caught his slight nod yes. She set the glass of hot tea down on the nightstand and removed the small vial of oil from her pocket. It was odorless, so the smell wouldn’t complicate things. She unscrewed the top and put some on her fingertips.
“I’m going to touch you now.” She carefully put her fingers against his temple and began to massage him gently. He moaned but didn’t tell her to stop. Callie slowly worked her way across his forehead. “Blade, take slow, deep breaths and relax as much as you can. How long have you had the headache?”
“Started about an hour ago.”
“Good. We may stop it before it takes hold.” She gently rubbed some of the oil at the back of his neck. “I’m using pure lavender oil on you; it’s an analgesic, a painkiller.” He just grunted. Callie picked up the tea, took a sip to make sure it wasn’t too hot. “I need you to drink this.”
“I thought you wanted me to relax.”
She smiled. “This will help you, I promise.”
He lifted his head as far as he needed, and took a sip when she put the cup to his lips. A soft laugh escaped her at the face he made. “It’s ginger root tea and will help with the nausea. Drink as much as you can.” Was it her imagination or was he already looking better? He laid down when half the liquid was gone. Callie continued her massages, adding more oil at his temples, forehead, and the back of his neck.
“Feels good,” he managed.
“Good. Just relax and take even breaths.” Callie ran her hands through his damp hair, massaging his scalp as she went. His groan told her he liked what she was doing. She continued down his neck and shoulders, kneading the muscles and working out the knots she found. “I used to do this for my grandmother.”
“You have soothing hands.”
“You’re very tight,” Callie said. She moved down his hard biceps and forearms and back up to his shoulders. Touching him revealed that he was as hard as he looked. It also didn’t do much to keep her libido in check. “Are you able to roll onto your stomach so I can do your back?”
He didn’t say a word but, did as she asked. Callie marveled at his muscular backside, taut buttocks, and solid thighs before putting her hands on the bunched muscles at the back of his shoulders. He groaned deeply when she dug into them.
“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you.”
“No. It feels damned good,” he grumbled against the pillow.
She worked his back over for a good fifteen minutes before moving back to his head and neck. Then, thinking about the reflexology she’d treated herself to not too long ago, Callie remembered how good it made her feel all over. She didn’t know how to do it, but a good foot massage wouldn’t hurt. She moved to Blade’s feet and began to massage them.
As long as Blade was moaning in pleasure and not groaning in pain, Callie moved her hands up his legs and the backs of his thighs. She stopped when she reached his buttocks. Her palms itched with the need to touch them. She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to keep it impersonal. Had he fallen asleep? She hadn’t heard a sound from him in a few minutes.
The memory of that morning taunted her, reminded Callie how wonderful it felt to have an orgasm from a man, and not her own fingers for a change. She wanted to experience it again, wanted Blade’s mouth on her breasts and nipples, and his hands on her everywhere. She wanted his cock inside her. Just the thought of that massive tool plunging inside her caused her breathing to escalate. Before she lost her nerve she smoothed her hands up and over the taut cheeks of his ass.
Shit! I’m in trouble.
They were as taut and solid as they looked! Before she knew it her touch turned into a caress. No longer massaging his hard flesh, she found herself smoothing her palms over him in a soft, exploratory way. She felt her heart in her throat at her boldness. Maybe now was a good time to leave.
Without warning Blade flipped over onto his back. Their eyes met, and Callie realized his weren’t as glazed as before. His color had come back, too. Only now it was flushed with something else. Desire?
“Don’t stop now.” The tone of his voice seemed a little stronger, too. Indicating her administrations were working.
His meaty cock was standing at full attention, longer and bigger now that it was hard and filled with blood. Callie gasped, as a scorching heat engulfed her entire body. She was creaming in her pants, and could barely breathe. Her gaze rose to his.
She slowly shook her head. “You shouldn’t do anything that will cause your body stress, Blade; you should stay as relaxed as you can.” Why did her voice sound so weak?
“Then continue your massage, honey.” He laid back and closed his eyes. “What you’re doing is working. I give you full reign.”
Trembling now, Callie began at his feet again, working his toes and trying to recall the pressure points that had been used on her. She glided without haste up his legs, and muscular thighs. The muscles flexed beneath her hands. She couldn’t take her eyes off his dick, watching it wobble back and forth as if it was searching for something. She was mesmerized by the amount of pre-cum gathered in the slit, so much so that it was running over the mushroom-shaped head.
Jesus! She felt a warm flood inside her pussy. Her body was alive and tingling. She wanted to take his cock in her mouth, but she was afraid if he got too worked up his migraine would come back full-force. Then Callie remembered something, an article she’d read about sex and migraines when she’d researched headaches and remedies for her grandmother.
Orgasms released endorphins, which work to relieve pain. Some people develop migraines during sex, while it actually takes migraines away for others. There was no way of knowing if it would work on Blade unless they tried it. She glanced at him. His color had returned. Callie knew what he wanted-what they both wanted.
“Blade, when’s the last time you’ve ah, had, ah, orgasm?” Callie felt scalding heat fill her cheeks. She’d never asked a man such a personal question before. Then she recalled what he’d said the morning before about coming on the ride home, but that had hardly been a normal situation. And most likely he’d fought it all the way.
He raised his head, capturing her eyes with his. “Is this a trick question?”
She shook her head.
“Making love with a woman,” He laid his head back. “Too damned long.”
A shudder passed through her. Well, she was about to rectify that. She carefully climbed on the bed and kissed the tip of his cock before she lost her nerve. Wiggling her tongue inside the slit, she was determined to get that liquid pearl.
“Fuck, Callie!”
His hips shot off the bed. Callie laughed softly before lowering her mouth over the length of his warm, rigid flesh. He rammed his dick further into her mouth as if he couldn’t help himself. Callie felt it touch the back of her throat, and she moved her mouth up and down, one hand caressing his balls and the other caressing his abs. As she gradually worked up speed, Blade’s fingers tangled into her loose bun.
His groans were deep and drawn out, his cock as hard as a rod, and lined with veins and ridges that made Callie yearn for it to be inside her, scratching the itch. She was empty inside and had a feeling his thick shaft would satisfy her hunger. Her pussy was pulsating with anticipation, her clit was buzzing. The faster she moved her mouth and hand up and down Blade’s cock, the faster he rose up to meet her.
“Jesus… you have a sweet mouth.” His voice broke with huskiness.
Callie could tell he was ready to climax. She decided to help him over. She took his balls into her mouth and rolled them around gently, at the same time reaching up to tweak his nipple. His grunt turned into a growl and she quickly took his dick into her mouth to catch the ribbon of cum spurting out of the slit.
“Ahhhhh!” His whole body quivered as she continued to suck him off, and then all she heard was his heavy breathing until he stilled.
His hand was still in her hair. It slipped down to her shoulder and he pulled her up next to him.
“Stay,” seemed all he could manage. Exhaustion had taken over.
Callie curled against his side. After a while his even breathing indicated he’d fallen asleep. She thought about slipping from his bed and going to her own room, and she would, in just a minute.
“I think I can help you.”
He opened one eye halfway. “Taking your clothes off won’t help.”
“I took my shirt off because of the perfume,” Callie explained. There was no reason to take off her bra or jeans. “Will you let me try, please?”
He didn’t speak, but she caught his slight nod yes. She set the glass of hot tea down on the nightstand and removed the small vial of oil from her pocket. It was odorless, so the smell wouldn’t complicate things. She unscrewed the top and put some on her fingertips.
“I’m going to touch you now.” She carefully put her fingers against his temple and began to massage him gently. He moaned but didn’t tell her to stop. Callie slowly worked her way across his forehead. “Blade, take slow, deep breaths and relax as much as you can. How long have you had the headache?”
“Started about an hour ago.”
“Good. We may stop it before it takes hold.” She gently rubbed some of the oil at the back of his neck. “I’m using pure lavender oil on you; it’s an analgesic, a painkiller.” He just grunted. Callie picked up the tea, took a sip to make sure it wasn’t too hot. “I need you to drink this.”
“I thought you wanted me to relax.”
She smiled. “This will help you, I promise.”
He lifted his head as far as he needed, and took a sip when she put the cup to his lips. A soft laugh escaped her at the face he made. “It’s ginger root tea and will help with the nausea. Drink as much as you can.” Was it her imagination or was he already looking better? He laid down when half the liquid was gone. Callie continued her massages, adding more oil at his temples, forehead, and the back of his neck.
“Feels good,” he managed.
“Good. Just relax and take even breaths.” Callie ran her hands through his damp hair, massaging his scalp as she went. His groan told her he liked what she was doing. She continued down his neck and shoulders, kneading the muscles and working out the knots she found. “I used to do this for my grandmother.”
“You have soothing hands.”
“You’re very tight,” Callie said. She moved down his hard biceps and forearms and back up to his shoulders. Touching him revealed that he was as hard as he looked. It also didn’t do much to keep her libido in check. “Are you able to roll onto your stomach so I can do your back?”
He didn’t say a word but, did as she asked. Callie marveled at his muscular backside, taut buttocks, and solid thighs before putting her hands on the bunched muscles at the back of his shoulders. He groaned deeply when she dug into them.
“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you.”
“No. It feels damned good,” he grumbled against the pillow.
She worked his back over for a good fifteen minutes before moving back to his head and neck. Then, thinking about the reflexology she’d treated herself to not too long ago, Callie remembered how good it made her feel all over. She didn’t know how to do it, but a good foot massage wouldn’t hurt. She moved to Blade’s feet and began to massage them.
As long as Blade was moaning in pleasure and not groaning in pain, Callie moved her hands up his legs and the backs of his thighs. She stopped when she reached his buttocks. Her palms itched with the need to touch them. She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to keep it impersonal. Had he fallen asleep? She hadn’t heard a sound from him in a few minutes.
The memory of that morning taunted her, reminded Callie how wonderful it felt to have an orgasm from a man, and not her own fingers for a change. She wanted to experience it again, wanted Blade’s mouth on her breasts and nipples, and his hands on her everywhere. She wanted his cock inside her. Just the thought of that massive tool plunging inside her caused her breathing to escalate. Before she lost her nerve she smoothed her hands up and over the taut cheeks of his ass.
Shit! I’m in trouble.
They were as taut and solid as they looked! Before she knew it her touch turned into a caress. No longer massaging his hard flesh, she found herself smoothing her palms over him in a soft, exploratory way. She felt her heart in her throat at her boldness. Maybe now was a good time to leave.
Without warning Blade flipped over onto his back. Their eyes met, and Callie realized his weren’t as glazed as before. His color had come back, too. Only now it was flushed with something else. Desire?
“Don’t stop now.” The tone of his voice seemed a little stronger, too. Indicating her administrations were working.
His meaty cock was standing at full attention, longer and bigger now that it was hard and filled with blood. Callie gasped, as a scorching heat engulfed her entire body. She was creaming in her pants, and could barely breathe. Her gaze rose to his.
She slowly shook her head. “You shouldn’t do anything that will cause your body stress, Blade; you should stay as relaxed as you can.” Why did her voice sound so weak?
“Then continue your massage, honey.” He laid back and closed his eyes. “What you’re doing is working. I give you full reign.”
Trembling now, Callie began at his feet again, working his toes and trying to recall the pressure points that had been used on her. She glided without haste up his legs, and muscular thighs. The muscles flexed beneath her hands. She couldn’t take her eyes off his dick, watching it wobble back and forth as if it was searching for something. She was mesmerized by the amount of pre-cum gathered in the slit, so much so that it was running over the mushroom-shaped head.
Jesus! She felt a warm flood inside her pussy. Her body was alive and tingling. She wanted to take his cock in her mouth, but she was afraid if he got too worked up his migraine would come back full-force. Then Callie remembered something, an article she’d read about sex and migraines when she’d researched headaches and remedies for her grandmother.
Orgasms released endorphins, which work to relieve pain. Some people develop migraines during sex, while it actually takes migraines away for others. There was no way of knowing if it would work on Blade unless they tried it. She glanced at him. His color had returned. Callie knew what he wanted-what they both wanted.
“Blade, when’s the last time you’ve ah, had, ah, orgasm?” Callie felt scalding heat fill her cheeks. She’d never asked a man such a personal question before. Then she recalled what he’d said the morning before about coming on the ride home, but that had hardly been a normal situation. And most likely he’d fought it all the way.
He raised his head, capturing her eyes with his. “Is this a trick question?”
She shook her head.
“Making love with a woman,” He laid his head back. “Too damned long.”
A shudder passed through her. Well, she was about to rectify that. She carefully climbed on the bed and kissed the tip of his cock before she lost her nerve. Wiggling her tongue inside the slit, she was determined to get that liquid pearl.
“Fuck, Callie!”
His hips shot off the bed. Callie laughed softly before lowering her mouth over the length of his warm, rigid flesh. He rammed his dick further into her mouth as if he couldn’t help himself. Callie felt it touch the back of her throat, and she moved her mouth up and down, one hand caressing his balls and the other caressing his abs. As she gradually worked up speed, Blade’s fingers tangled into her loose bun.
His groans were deep and drawn out, his cock as hard as a rod, and lined with veins and ridges that made Callie yearn for it to be inside her, scratching the itch. She was empty inside and had a feeling his thick shaft would satisfy her hunger. Her pussy was pulsating with anticipation, her clit was buzzing. The faster she moved her mouth and hand up and down Blade’s cock, the faster he rose up to meet her.
“Jesus… you have a sweet mouth.” His voice broke with huskiness.
Callie could tell he was ready to climax. She decided to help him over. She took his balls into her mouth and rolled them around gently, at the same time reaching up to tweak his nipple. His grunt turned into a growl and she quickly took his dick into her mouth to catch the ribbon of cum spurting out of the slit.
“Ahhhhh!” His whole body quivered as she continued to suck him off, and then all she heard was his heavy breathing until he stilled.
His hand was still in her hair. It slipped down to her shoulder and he pulled her up next to him.
“Stay,” seemed all he could manage. Exhaustion had taken over.
Callie curled against his side. After a while his even breathing indicated he’d fallen asleep. She thought about slipping from his bed and going to her own room, and she would, in just a minute.
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