“Sure.” I withdrew my hand, and he turned toward me, showing me the “man books” he’d mentioned. They weren’t books for men, like I’d assumed, but books that had a man’s chiseled torso clearly displayed on the cover. Romance novels. I had my period, and he’d run out to find me romance novels.
I’d died and gone to heaven. And I never wanted to leave.
“You’ve done so much to learn how to pamper a woman. How would a woman pamper you?” I asked, needing to pay back some of his kindness.
“Cheri sometimes lets Farco lick her pussy while she’s reading. I would like that.”
I barely withheld my snort.
“So you’d consider any form of sexual activity pampering?”
He looked thoughtful for a moment.
“And touching. Your fingers are so soft.”
“Okay. How about you sit here then?” I patted the floor beside the couch and took one of the books he offered.
He settled in. Groth joined us and started a movie. While I read, they watched a movie, and I played with Azio’s hair.
The cramps grew worse, as I knew they would, and I broke into my chips to self-soothe. Azio leaned farther back so I didn’t have to reach as far when I finished my snack. Based on the way he tipped his head, he loved having me run my fingers through his hair. I wasn’t sure what the grunt meant every time I accidentally brushed the tip of his ear, though.
Distracted, I set the book on my chest and ran my fingers along the top edge of the ear, following it from base to tip.
He glanced back at me, his pupils completely dilated.
“I like that,” he said simply.
“Then I’ll keep doing it,” I said with a smile.
He faced the movie, and I picked the book up again, idly playing with his ear. The story held my attention till the end of the movie when Azio abruptly stood.
“Is there anything I can get you?” he asked.
“No. Thank you, though,” I said, finishing the page.
When I looked up, Azio was already gone, and Groth was watching me closely.
“I promise I’m okay.”
“Would you like to watch another movie?”
“Please. I need to use the bathroom first, though.”
He grunted and stood. Reluctantly, I did the same. Cramps tugged at my middle with increasing strength, and I made my way up the stairs, already thinking that I should bring some pads downstairs with me so I could use the guest bathroom.
I was almost to the open bathroom door when I heard an odd, wet sound coming from within. I didn’t stop to consider Azio might be doing something in the bathroom with the door opened. But I should have. Oh, Lord, I should have.
He stood in front of the toilet, his pants riding low on his hips, as he watched his hand furiously stroke his massive length. The bottle of conditioner on the counter beside him explained what I was hearing.
With a hiss, he thrust into his palm a final time, covering the head of his shaft with his other hand. Ropes of white dripped into the toilet as he jerked and twitched for what seemed like an eternity.
Breathing hard, he looked up, and our gazes locked.
“Thank you for touching me. Can you turn on the water?”
I blinked at him for a moment, my gaze flicking to his cum-and-conditioner coated hands before I hurried to help. He washed his hands, dried them, and tucked his still hard length back into his pants. All the while, I stood there like the shellshocked woman I was.
When he finished, I watched him take a pad out of the box and set it next to the toilet. Then, he stalked toward me. Impossible not to do since I was still standing between him and the doorway.