Page 42 of Desire
He sat on the side of the bed, with his face buried in his hands. I rubbed his back, feeling as if he would shrug away from my touch at any moment. He didn’t, though, and I refused to stop touching him, massaging him until he told me to stop.
“Jasper?” I asked ina delicate voice.
“Yes,” he replied uneasily.
“How about I order us something to eat and we just lie here together and be each other’s company for the night?”
He turned and gazed at me with glossy eyes. I could tell he wanted to cry but couldn’t. I wondered how long his tear ducts had been blocked. Perhaps forever. Instead of asking him if he’d ever cried a day in his life,I smiled faintly.
“How does a BLT sound?” I asked.
He nodded softly.
I kissed the skin on his back then gently rested the side of my face over the spot my lips had just abandoned before calling room service to order two BLTs, french fries, sparkling water, and a bottle of red wine. I also ordered fried donuts with dipping sauce. We both needed comfort food.
After Iplaced the order, Jasper grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered before kissing my ear.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to absorb the most wonderful emotions that his soul emitted. “You’re welcome.” I kissed his mouth. “Will you let me do something for you while we wait?”
Something uncomfortable flashed in his eyes.
“Please?” I asked.
He half nodded.
Once again, I laid Jasper on the bed and crawled on top of him. So badly, I wanted his cock in my mouth, but I wanted to give him myself in a different way, one the hurt little boy inside him could appreciate.
I kissed Jasper on his forehead, and he closed his eyes and seized my waist with one hand as his fingers dug into my pussy with the other.
I took himby the wrist. “Not yet, baby.”
He reluctantly abandoned his quest to stimulate me.
I stood at the foot of the bed. His gaze devoured my tits, kissed my lips, then ate my pussy. But I refused to give into his lust. Instead, I massaged his foot, which was something I was actually good at. During grad school, I’d been desperate to make some extra money, so I’d taken a crash course inmassage therapy and earned my license. I’d had some loyal clients who got me through some tough financial spots. My fingers were good at deep-tissue kneading, but I couldn’t say I even mildly liked touching other people’s bodies. I’d just done what I had to do. As my thumbs worked out the knots at the bottom of Jasper’s feet, I realized this was the first time I actually loved massaging anotherperson.
“That feels amazing,” he said with a sigh.
“Have you ever had a massage before?” I guessed he hadn’t, which was quite surprising.
He moaned. “No, never.” He sounded completely relaxed.
Of course I was right. Jasper was the kind of man who saw relaxation as a state of weakness.
“You’re in luck. Let me work your whole body, then?”
His eyes widenedin dismay.
“Come on. Let me make you feel good.”
Jasper never said yes. Instead, he closed his eyes and surrendered to my touch.
“Your feet are riddled with stress,” I said, massaging them. I had never encountered someone with so much tension in his feet.
Room service arrived just as I finished relieving one foot. By then, Jasper was all in. I was sure he felt the difference.I closed the door to the bedroom and went into the living room to let room service in. Once I was with my lover again, he let me do his other foot, then his legs. He flipped over onto his stomach, and it took me nearly an hour to relieve the tension in his back.
He’d been silent the whole time, and so had I. I knew he loved the way he was feeling. The relaxation in his body must’ve beensomething alien to him.
“There,” I said after I’d rubbed the last knot out of the back of his neck.
