She hummed low and held me tighter.
“You’re cold,” she stated, and I took notice of my shaking form.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“I’ll heat you up,” she promised.
“O-okay,” I stuttered out.
“Are you thirsty, hungry?” she asked. I didn’t know—I just felt empty.
“Hmmm?” she prompted softly when I didn’t answer.
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“Well, let’s assume you’re a little of both,” she said. “You didn’t eat this evening, that was my doing. In a little while, after some cuddling, when you’re feeling better, I will get you something from the kitchen,” she told me.
“Don’t leave me,” I begged.
“Never, pet, I would only be gone minutes, I promise, and I’m not leaving right this moment,” she explained, and her hands began to work my shoulder blades in a gentle massage.
“You’re all tense and tight, darling,” she commented. “Let’s loosen you up,” she said, and began to peel my hold from her.
I protested weakly as she untangled me from around her and turned me so that I was sat in front of her, between her legs. Her hands worked my shoulders and neck, soft, light kisses fell against me, adoringly. Silently, she worked down my arms to my wrists, pausing and inspecting the movement.
“Did you experience any numbness or other sensations in your hands, wrists of shoulders tonight?” she asked.
“No,” I answered, and she raised my hand up to the side of my head to kiss it too.
“Arms up,” she commanded and guided my arms straight up and above my head. “Turn your head side to side,” she continued. “Well done,” she praised as she guided my arms back down.
“Twist your upper body towards me on your right,” she instructed, and her hands moved to my waist, “and now your left. Perfect, pet,” she pecked my lips when I turned my head to face her.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Some light stretching. It will help to loosen up your joints again,” she explained and stole another innocent kiss.
Her hand tapped my hip and she moved out from behind me.
“Lie flat on your back,” she instructed and pushed my shoulder back to encourage me.
“Okay, now bring your right knee up to your chest,” I did as she asked, “and now extend your leg upwards, that’s it. Bring the knee back to your body, now twist your right leg over your left, rotating at your waist, keep your shoulders on the bed,” she said, and her hands helped guide the motion.
“Wonderful. Same with your left leg now,” she instructed, and I performed the same stretching.
“Now heels together so your legs are bent and let your legs fall open.”
She guided the movement, and I was suddenly very conscious of my nakedness. I had been naked the entire time, as was Selene, but it was only on my back with legs in such an exhibitionist position that I became aware of my nakedness.
Selene’s hands were wrapped around my ankles, and she smiled softly at me.
“I feel vulnerable,” I blurted out, worried that she would sense my change in emotion.
She grinned—it was playful and a little teasing.
“You are in a very vulnerable position, pet,” she agreed, “Completely open to me.”
Her eyes travelled down my body and to my pussy. I was painfully aware of how wet and sticky I felt, and how Selene was seeing it all. I closed my legs.
