the glass down again and lifted the ice back to his head, all of the motions opening her robe fully so that both breasts were revealed, the soft nipples pert atop her proud tits, which the moonlight bathed in pale tenderness. He moaned.
“Does it hurt much?” she asked.
“It’s the worst pain I’ve ever felt,” he replied, amused she didn’t realize what he meant.
“I’m so sorry, Tristan.”
“It’s okay. You make a good nursemaid,” he said. He openly gazed at her loveliness, his bulge growing. “Your bedside manner is fabulous.”
She looked down and realized the robe was open. She made a sound of annoyance with him but didn’t rebuke him. If the view made him feel better after what she’d done to him, then by all means… It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. She felt her nipples harden and moisture gather in her folds. Taking care of him made her feel tender and affectionate, their pasts forgotten. None of that mattered right now, only that he was pretty banged up, and she’d done it and wanted to heal and comfort him.
She leaned toward him to bring her breasts closer, then scooted forward to be right atop his crotch. She felt the unmistakable bulge to one side, glad he felt well enough for that reaction. Maybe she should find out just how healthy he still was. Her tits hovered inches from his face, where an expression of smoldering desire had replaced the look of pain. She smiled to herself and leaned in more, so that the pillow of her lush mounds surrounded his nose.
He exhaled a hot breath of enjoyment all over them, feeling genuinely comforted, like a child. He closed his eyes, feeling peaceful as he nuzzled, the soft scent of lilacs filling his nostrils with each slow, deep breath. Slipping both hands under her robe from behind, he caressed her back until both hands reached her shoulders. Then he pulled her close, burying his face in her heavenly tits. Her nipples stiffened more against his cheeks as he brushed back and forth gently. A man could die happy in such a position. That reminded him of something.
“Before I forget,” he began huskily, “make sure I stay awake a couple hours.”
“Why?” she purred.
“People who hit their head might never wake up if they fall asleep too soon after.”
Her breath caught. “Wow. My God, Tristan. What were you doing sneaking in here like that anyway?”
“I just—let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
“I—Okay.” Maybe he’d just been looking for the key to the bike. After all, his clothing was still there. After a moment, she wondered how he’d gotten in here. He’d probably remembered where the spare key was outside and let himself in. This gave her an idea. “You took the key to my house, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“I want it back.” With that, she put the ice down and pressed her hand against his crotch on one side, brushing against his balls on purpose. Not finding a sign of the key, she pressed on the other side where his cock was, her palm firmly down on the hard shaft. Tristan moaned as his dick throbbed with need. She curled fingers around it and pushed it from side to side as if to get it out of the way, rubbing it inside the fabric of his underwear.
“Oh God, Victoria.”
“Well, I can’t find it,” she admitted. “There’s an obstruction. Hold on.”
She dismounted him and expertly undid his belt buckle before snapping open his jeans. Then she took the zipper in one hand and pulled while pressing down into his crotch as if unaware she was stimulating his pubic bone. “I’ll have to get these off to find what I’m looking for.”
“Truer words were never spoken.”
She giggled. “I’m glad you feel well enough to joke, sweetheart. You really gave me a scare. A couple times.”
“I’ll make it up to you any way you want.”
“Good.” With this, she slid both hands into his jeans and underwear to cup his ass. He lifted up and she pulled her hands down along his firm cheeks, giving a squeeze,
“Does it hurt much?” she asked.
“It’s the worst pain I’ve ever felt,” he replied, amused she didn’t realize what he meant.
“I’m so sorry, Tristan.”
“It’s okay. You make a good nursemaid,” he said. He openly gazed at her loveliness, his bulge growing. “Your bedside manner is fabulous.”
She looked down and realized the robe was open. She made a sound of annoyance with him but didn’t rebuke him. If the view made him feel better after what she’d done to him, then by all means… It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. She felt her nipples harden and moisture gather in her folds. Taking care of him made her feel tender and affectionate, their pasts forgotten. None of that mattered right now, only that he was pretty banged up, and she’d done it and wanted to heal and comfort him.
She leaned toward him to bring her breasts closer, then scooted forward to be right atop his crotch. She felt the unmistakable bulge to one side, glad he felt well enough for that reaction. Maybe she should find out just how healthy he still was. Her tits hovered inches from his face, where an expression of smoldering desire had replaced the look of pain. She smiled to herself and leaned in more, so that the pillow of her lush mounds surrounded his nose.
He exhaled a hot breath of enjoyment all over them, feeling genuinely comforted, like a child. He closed his eyes, feeling peaceful as he nuzzled, the soft scent of lilacs filling his nostrils with each slow, deep breath. Slipping both hands under her robe from behind, he caressed her back until both hands reached her shoulders. Then he pulled her close, burying his face in her heavenly tits. Her nipples stiffened more against his cheeks as he brushed back and forth gently. A man could die happy in such a position. That reminded him of something.
“Before I forget,” he began huskily, “make sure I stay awake a couple hours.”
“Why?” she purred.
“People who hit their head might never wake up if they fall asleep too soon after.”
Her breath caught. “Wow. My God, Tristan. What were you doing sneaking in here like that anyway?”
“I just—let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
“I—Okay.” Maybe he’d just been looking for the key to the bike. After all, his clothing was still there. After a moment, she wondered how he’d gotten in here. He’d probably remembered where the spare key was outside and let himself in. This gave her an idea. “You took the key to my house, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“I want it back.” With that, she put the ice down and pressed her hand against his crotch on one side, brushing against his balls on purpose. Not finding a sign of the key, she pressed on the other side where his cock was, her palm firmly down on the hard shaft. Tristan moaned as his dick throbbed with need. She curled fingers around it and pushed it from side to side as if to get it out of the way, rubbing it inside the fabric of his underwear.
“Oh God, Victoria.”
“Well, I can’t find it,” she admitted. “There’s an obstruction. Hold on.”
She dismounted him and expertly undid his belt buckle before snapping open his jeans. Then she took the zipper in one hand and pulled while pressing down into his crotch as if unaware she was stimulating his pubic bone. “I’ll have to get these off to find what I’m looking for.”
“Truer words were never spoken.”
She giggled. “I’m glad you feel well enough to joke, sweetheart. You really gave me a scare. A couple times.”
“I’ll make it up to you any way you want.”
“Good.” With this, she slid both hands into his jeans and underwear to cup his ass. He lifted up and she pulled her hands down along his firm cheeks, giving a squeeze,
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