“Thank you.” I got out and let her put the robe on me.
Grace led me to the bed, sat me down, and got the hair brush I usually used on her. Climbing behind me, she began brushing my hair, just like I did for her.
Sometimes taking care of someone was more than the actual actions, it was giving them purpose and confidence.
Right now, I could feel that she needed to take care of me–and I was going to let her.
“That feels really nice,” I told her, the motions almost hypnotic.
“I’d rub your back next, but I’m not sure if you should lie on your stomach,” she said.
“You could just rub my shoulders while I sit here. That would feel nice.” I pulled her in for a kiss.
Grace plugged in the oil warmer, peeled off my robe, and hung it up. Taking the warm, lavender-scented oil, she rubbed my shoulders.
“Oh, right there,” I gasped.
Her strong little hands continued digging into the muscles, trying to soothe out the knots and stress.
Grace took off her robe and hung it up next to mine. Naked, she climbed onto my lap and kissed me.
“Would you like a happy ending now?” Her eyes gleamed.
“I would.” I kissed her. Yes, I was feeling like much more than snuggles.
“On the bed. Get on your knees, Darling.” I patted her ass.
Grace got on her knees, presenting for me beautifully.
I stroked her back. “You’re always such a good girl for me.”
“I like being good for you,” she breathed, her scent flaring with desire.
That she was. I helped myself to her sweetness, making her nice and ready for me.
“Please, I need your cock,” she begged as she orgasmed. “Please, Daddy.”
How could I deny that?
“I’m all yours.” Bracing my hands on her hips, I plunged inside her, delight shuddering through me as the room filled with desire and our scents.
That. That was what I needed to get better. I needed to be inside my baby girl.
Shifting my weight a little, I continued to plunge into her over and over, until I couldn’t hold myself off any longer.
“Do you want my knot, Baby Girl?” I growled, knowing very well that she did.
“Please.”
I thrust deep inside her, knotting her as I filled her up. My hand brushed over her stomach as I recalled our conversation about children.Perhaps one day.
Our bodies shuddered, and I carefully rolled us onto our sides so that I could hold my darling close.
“You take such good care of me.” I peppered her face with kisses, then tracing them down to get to her bond mark, which was healing all nice and silvery.
“Same.” Sleepy contentment flowed through our bond.
I was a lucky man in so many ways. Throwing the blanket over us, I closed my eyes, grateful that I was alive to hold her in my arms.
