“It’s nothing,” I insisted. “You should be with the one you love.”
“And I am, because of you,” Jasper said. “You can’t imagine how grateful I am for that.”
His face twisted then, and he said, “I’m sorry, I have to go. Ozzie was very insistent we bake some muffins once I got back. He’s probably harassing the cook by now.”
“Goodbye!” Emma waved cheerfully to him, and Jasper gave a sheepish wave back before we wound our way up to our quarters.
All the while, I felt weary and drained. There wasn’t a moment of my day where someone didn’t need something, and though I knew fully well what I’d signed up for, there was always some new crisis to deal with. A bit of reprieve would be nice...
When we were alone and unbothered for what felt like the first time in days, Emma spent no less than five seconds ripping her dress off and slipping into a white t-shirt with averytempting pair of skin-tight panties.
“What? It’s hot,” she said when I gave her a bemused gaze from my place on the bed. “It’s the middle of summer.”
I refrained from commenting and instead gave a light chuckle. “Would the queen like a massage?” I asked. I noticed her walking gingerly around the council room earlier this morning, and I don’t think she’d felt better since.
Emma groaned. “Please. My muscles are so sore.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders and began rubbing her back. I frowned as I felt the tension underneath her skin. Her body was so tight— it had to be painful, enduring such twisted muscles. She winced, gritting her teeth a few times as if my touch wounded her, though eventually, her discomfort turned to relief.
I massaged out several knots, though my hands soon began to explore, wandering around her front and grasping her soft breasts, which were unbound.
“You’re taking a lot of liberties with that back rub,” she mumbled, though her shoulders lolled with ease beneath my hands. She was finally relaxed.
“And you’re not wearing anything underneath that shirt, Miss Sosna.”
“What are you going to do about it?” She turned and gave me a sultry gaze. I already knew what she was playing at.
“Lie on your front,” I told her. She spread out on the bed, and I continued the massage, putting light pressure on her lower back before rubbing her legs. I eventually moved on to groping her ass, grasping it within my fingers. Emma gave a light moan when I started to rub her inner thighs, and she widened them a little, to let me in.
Her body went boneless underneath my touch, both from relaxation and from pleasure as my fingers pressed the outside of her panties. “Flip over,” I told her, and she obeyed without complaint— a rare thing from Emma.
She flipped onto her back, and I noticed her nipples were hard underneath the thin shirt she wore, straining through the fabric. It drove me wild to see. I couldn’t help but to reach out and touch them, massaging her breasts through the fabric and rolling her nipples underneath my fingers. Her back arched off the bed, and I continued the massage by rubbing down her legs, and eventually, pressing my fingers in circles on the outside of her panties.
She gave another light moan, and by this point, my desire was straining to get out of my pants. It was uncomfortable.
Still, I was worried about her. Fun times could be had after I knew she felt well enough to fuck around.
“Perhaps a shower, to go along with your massage,” I offered. “Heat might help your sore muscles.”
She nodded, and I took her hand to lift her from the bed.
Our bathroom was grand, and stately— it had golden fixtures, and a shower that took up nearly half the room, with a stone bench that was placed beneath the shower head. I turned on the water, which cascaded upon the stone bench like a waterfall, before I discarded my clothes and my prosthetic. I sat down on the stone seat, feeling harder than a rock.
Emma took off her panties— though to my excitement, she left the t-shirt on.
“What’s that for?” I asked as I tugged at the edge of the shirt.
“Fuck around and find out.” She slipped under the spray and began to wash herself, letting her red hair fall freely through the stream. Her white t-shirt became soaked underneath the spray of the shower, clinging to her breasts.
“You feeling better?” I asked, trying to pay more attention to her than my persistent cock.
“Em hm,” she cooed, nodding her head.
Her pink nipples were clearly visible through the clear fabric and standing on alert. I reached out for Emma and drew her close. As I was sitting, my head was level at her breasts, which is exactly where I wanted it. I began to suck her nipples through the fabric, and water streamed into my mouth. Her gasps of desire became too much for me, and I grabbed the middle of the shirt to rip the fabric in half, exposing her front for my pleasure.
Emma moaned, grinding her apex against my knee. I took my hand and inserted a finger into her as I sucked on her breasts. The combination of movements caused her to cry out, and I felt her clench around my hand as she orgasmed, already at the edge due to the erotic massage I’d lavished upon her.
As she finished climaxing, Emma turned around. She sank down upon my dick, and began riding it. I got a great view of her ass as it bounced up and down on my thighs, and I reached around to grasp her breasts in my hands as the water rushed over us. Emma came again, and as I felt her tighten around my dick. I came too, on the edge of bliss and starlight. As I came, I nestled my face into her red hair, and the droplets sprayed against our skin.
