Then, with the same care and attention, he washes my hair. Nobody has done this for me since I was a kid. It feels amazing. It’s making me feel cherished and special. I really, really could get used to this.
Suddenly, the water stops. I blink in disorientation. I must have completely zoned out.
Jade bundles me in towels and guides me to the bedroom. As I sit on the bed, a slight wince escapes me.
“Are you sore?” Jade exclaims in a tone of pure horror.
“Only in the best way,” I grin.
His eyes narrow. He looks very unimpressed. “Can I check?”
My eyebrows rise. “You want to check my ass?”
Jade nods. His expression is extremely serious. He really is worried that he has hurt me. Such a sweetheart.
I roll over so that I’m bent over the bed. If it’s going to put his mind at rest, I don’t mind. Yesterday he was licking my hole, so having him look at it shouldn’t be a big deal.
I force a swallow down my throat. Yikes, actually, this is strangely intimate. It feels way more intimate than having my ass eaten.
He stands behind me and lifts up the towel. I reach back and spread my cheeks. It’s hard not to squirm as he stares at me.
“It’s still puffy,” he says hoarsely.
“That’s fine,” I say. Even though I know he has to know this. The poor guy was kept as a sex slave. He must know everything there is to know about taking care of himself and his friends.
Air currents shiver over me as Jade shifts position. I think he has dropped down to his knees.
“Can I…”
“Yes!” I squeak.
Then I squeal as his soft wet tongue runs gently over my sore hole. I can feel him so intensely. Everything is so extra sensitive down there after a night of being pounded so very well by him. It feelsexquisite.
I whimper into the mattress. He licks and licks. Soft and gentle. Wet and warm. The pleasure it zings into me is languorous. Lazy like a summer day. Soporific, like soaking in a hot bubble bath.
My orgasm builds and builds. I’m surprised I have any cum left in me after last night, but apparently my body is gearing up to blow one more time. When it comes, it feels like it’s brimming over. It’s not an explosion of fireworks, iIt’s a swell and a surge. Washing over me. Cleansing me.
As it recedes, my power of speech returns.
“You are the best boyfriend ever,” I breathe out in a daze.
Jade chuckles. “That’s the goal.”
He’s trying to sound nonchalant, like he is joking, but I can hear the undercurrents in the tone of his voice. He is acknowledging what we are. Accepting it. We both are. We are boyfriends. And even more incredibly, he wants to be the best boyfriend in the world. He means his words like a vow. His new life purpose is to be the boyfriend he believes I deserve.
My heart thumps. It beats with hope and all the excitement of a new future.
My limbs are still weak, though. Jade has turned them into wet noodles. I crawl all the way onto the bed and flop down on my side. Jade joins me and spoons me from behind. A sigh of pure, contented bliss escapes from my soul. Life really cannot get any better than this.
A few minutes later, and the soft sound of Jade’s snores reach my ears. Bless him. I had a suspicion that he didn’t sleep last night.
Whereas I slept like a baby. Followed by a lovely breakfast and a refreshing shower. Then a nice orgasm. All in all, now that my muscles are recovering from shooting my load all over the bed, I’m feeling rejuvenated and not at all sleepy.
Carefully, I slip out of bed. I’m an awful fidget when I’m awake. I’ll only disturb Jade. So I’ll go watch some rubbish TV while he naps.
Stopping only to grab some clean clothes, I tiptoe out of the bedroom. I throw my clothes on and plonk myself down on the sofa. Daytime TV is awful, but I kinda like it.
As I get settled, a wave of happiness tingles through me. This is turning out to be the most perfect day of my life. I wish I could relive it forever. A fantastic groundhog day.
