My mouth opened in a silent gasp, and I topped headlong into a slow, drawn-out, channel-clenching orgasm. His finger stilled, causing one last involuntary clench. He kissed the inside of my thigh and slowly withdrew.
“You were perfect, my Terri,” he said, standing to hold me to his chest. “You did so well facing your fears. Allowing your pussy to clench around my finger will help. You will see. Let me wash you. Then you can sleep.”
He made it sound like I’d been the one doing all the work when I hadn’t needed to do more than stand there and writhe in his secure hold. And now he wanted to wash me? The man was perfect.
He continued to praise me during his gentle washing then left me alone to dry and re-dress. I appreciated the privacy and took a moment to regroup. My legs felt boneless and barely able to support my weight, and I couldn’t ever remember having such a relaxing orgasm. Ever. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep.
But I doubted that would happen. I’d seen his rock-hard length when he’d walked out. More than likely, he’d be waiting on the bed, spread out like a starfish. And I wasn’t bitter about the idea of him wanting some reciprocation.
After what he’d just done, he deserved it. My cramping was an echo of what it had been.
Embracing the idea of giving a little payback, I left the shirt and pants on the bathroom floor and walked out in my underwear.
Azio’s hungry gaze tracked me all the way to the bed, where he stood waiting. Rather than grabbing for me, he pulled back the covers.
“Sleep, my Terri. If you have pain, wake me, and we’ll shower again.”
Ignoring the seductive call of sleep, I closed my hand around his cock. Or tried too. He was too thick for that.
He grunted and made another strangled noise when I gave him a teasing stroke.
“What if I’m not tired?” I asked.
He released the blanket and gently removed my hand from his hard length. Before I could feel any sting of rejection, he kissed my palm.
“I see your weariness. Sleep. You can touch me again when you wake.”
This time I let him help me under the covers and snuggled back into his chest when he climbed in behind me. The heat of the hand he set over my lower abdomen finished the job, and I slept like a baby until sunrise.
His hand soothed over the cramping pain that woke me.
“Do you want to shower again?” he asked when I winced.
I flushed and nodded.
He made a soft growling sound and carried me to the bathroom. We repeated last night’s experience, and he did his best to wring every last clench from me. Panting and weak, I almost collapsed on him. He took the opportunity to gently massage my breasts, which made me moan in appreciation. Each brush of his thumb over my nipple sent an aftershock to my core.
After that, he washed me gently and was going to leave me to finish when I stopped him with a hand on his very hard length. He removed my hand and kissed my palm.
“This isn’t about sex, Terri. This is about making you feel better. You can touch me when you’re ready.”
In awe and slightly relieved, I watched him leave. While I’d been willing to help him, it wouldn’t have been on the top of my list of things to do. Eating would be. Then maybe paying him back.
Feeling a little guilty, I finished showering and got dressed. I kept the sweats from yesterday and chose another see-through shirt. Tugging it into place, I winced a little at the ache in my boobs. All par for the course as far as period progression went for me.
I made my way downstairs and smiled at Groth.
His gaze flicked to my chest then my face.
“Would you like pancakes?” he asked. Based on the fragrant scent in the air, he was already making them.
“I would love pancakes. Do you want help?”
I moved toward the island, but he waved me to the couch.
“Go relax. The hot water bottle is ready. I will bring you your food.”
“Thanks, Groth.”