He started with my shoulders, his touch gentle as he warmed up my muscles. But within minutes, he found the first knots and started massaging them, pressuring them until they dissolved.
Lower and lower he traveled, doing my shoulders, my upper back, then my biceps and triceps, continuing on to my lower back. He was clearly avoiding the bruised areas or only touching them lightly, and god, it felt amazing.
Finally, he reached the area I wanted him to focus on. His touch was firm as he kneaded my ass cheeks with both hands, causing me to groan. That edge of pain and pleasure never failed to turn me on, and he damn well knew it.
He went for the big muscles first, then gentled his touch as he started caressing rather than massaging. My heartbeat quickened, and I instinctively spread my legs. Apparently, he wasn’t gonna make me beg even more, because his slick fingers trailed a path down my crack. Gah, how could something so light feel so damn good?
He massaged the fattiest part of my ass cheeks, then slipped between them again, rubbing my hole. And on and on it went, massaging and caressing, kneading and teasing, and then a finger slid inside me. I sighed with pleasure, closing my eyes and focusing on his touch.
His finger stroked, slid, pumped and pushed, then became two. He knew how to curl them by now, to brush against that spot inside me that made me see the whole goddamn galaxy right behind my eyes.
By the time I was prepped and wide open for him, I was rutting against the towel, my cock leaking. He lowered himself on top of me, his slick cock sliding home without any effort. We’d ditched the condoms as soon as we’d both been tested, and I loved that there was nothing separating us.
A deep intake of breath from both of us, and then he found my entrance and pushed.
That first breach was still a bit of a sting, but it ebbed away quickly, followed by nothing but the exquisite fullness of his cock. So hard, so smooth, so warm and wet and perfect. He braced his arms on either side of me, even now conscious of my sore body, and set a gentle pace.
He nibbled on my ear, his warm breath as much of a turn-on as his teeth and the Swedish words he whispered to me.
“Du är så vacker, min älskling.”You’re so beautiful, my darling.
“Du är så perfekt.” You’re so perfect.
“Jag älskar dig så mycket.”I love you so much.
My eyes grew misty for some reason, my heart soaring at the love in his voice. “Jag älskar dig också, baby.” I love you too, baby.
He made me sing, body and soul, and I surrendered to all the sensations flowing through me. My orgasm was gentle, almost like a sigh, an exhale. His was more violent, his body shaking as he came inside me. He stilled on top of me as soon as the aftershocks had subsided.
This was the part I hated, and he knew it. Him pulling out always left me feeling strangely bereft and empty, so he immediately rolled me over and wrapped his arms around me to cuddle. With my head against his chest, his lips against my skin, and our heartbeats synchronizing, I breathed out… and closed my eyes.
“Love you,” I mumbled, already halfway asleep again.
“Love you too. Sleep,älskling.I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Yeah, he would be. Always and forever.
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