Page 45 of Tempting Frankie
“Shh,” Alexander murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Let me take care of you now.”
His strong hands glide over my skin, washing away the sweat and cum. I lean back against his chest, letting the warm water and his gentle touch soothe my aching muscles.
“Open up,” he says softly, bringing a strawberry to my lips.
I part them obediently, savoring the burst of sweetness on my tongue. Alexander feeds me bites of fruit—juicy grapes, ripe mango, tart kiwi. Between each morsel, he offers sips of cool water. The simple act of being nourished by his hand makes me feel cherished, protected.
As we finish the fruit, his fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin.
My body is utterly spent, wrung out from multiple orgasms. Still, desire simmers beneath my skin, ready to turn on at his slightest touch.
We soak in comfortable silence for a while, letting the hot water work its magic. Alexander's hands never stop moving, kneading the tension from my shoulders, massaging my scalp. I practically purr with contentment.
Eventually, the water starts to cool. “Time to get out,” Alexander says, pressing a kiss to my temple.
He steps out first, wrapping a towel around his waist before helping me from the tub. I sway slightly on shaky legs. Alexander steadies me, then begins to dry me off with reverent care.
The soft cloth glides over my skin as he pats me dry. He's thorough, making sure to get every droplet. When he kneels to dry my legs, I can't help but card my fingers through his damp hair.
We walk back into the bedroom, and I notice he changed the sheets earlier when he grabbed food and water.
“On the bed,” he instructs gently. “On your stomach.”
I obey, stretching out on the cool sheets with a contented sigh. I hear the click of a bottle opening, then Alexander's handsare on me again. They're slick with lotion, gliding smoothly over my skin.
He starts with my feet, working the lotion into my soles and between my toes. His thumbs dig into my arches, easing away tension I didn't even realize was there. Slowly, he works his way up my calves, then my thighs.
When he reaches my ass, he kneads the flesh firmly. I moan, burying my face in the pillow. His touch is more clinical than sexual, but my body still responds.
“Shh,” he soothes. “Just relax, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”
I melt into the mattress as Alexander's strong hands work their magic. He massages the lotion into my skin with firm, confident strokes, easing away every last bit of tension. When he reaches my lower back, I can't hold back a moan of pleasure. His thumbs dig into the knots there, working them loose with practiced skill.
“Feel good?” he murmurs.
“Mm, so good,” I mumble into the pillow. “You're amazing.”
He chuckles softly; the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His hands move higher, working across my shoulder blades and up to my neck. I practically purr as he kneads the tight muscles there.
Finally, Alexander's hands leave my skin. I whimper at the loss, but he shushes me gently. “Just getting your brush, little one.”
I comply, stretching languorously as I turn onto my back. My body feels like liquid, boneless and utterly relaxed. Alexander smiles down at me, his green eyes soft with affection. He runs the brush through my tangled curls, working out the knots with infinite patience.
The rhythmic strokes of the brush lull me into a dreamy haze. I float on a cloud of bliss, hyper-aware of every sensation—the softness of the sheets against my skin, the gentle tug of the brush, Alexander's warmth beside me.
When my hair is smooth and tangle-free, Alexander gathers it up with practiced ease. His fingers work quickly, twisting my curls into a loose bun, knowing I hate to sleep with it down.
“There,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “All done.”
I blink up at him, feeling utterly cherished. “Thank you,” I murmur.
Alexander sets the brush aside and slides into bed beside me. I immediately curl into him, nuzzling against his chest. His arms wrap around me, strong and secure.
“Still feeling good? Not faint at all?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
“Amazing,” I sigh. “Like I'm floating on a cloud. You take such good care of me.”
His hand strokes up and down my spine, leaving tingles in its wake. “Always, little one. It's my pleasure to take care of you.”
