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“Then give me what I need. Kiss my bruises. Make me feel very good.” Both of his hands were on her waist, traveling higher.
“Royce,” she sighed.
“I missed you. I bought stuff for us.” He gave her a mischievous grin and stood up.
“Oh, did you?”
“There’s this cute bridal store, and I got the honeymoon bundle.”
“A bridal store? About me?” Vandy wondered for a second if Sean had been right about suggesting Royce was too into their early relationship.
“It also has a sex shop section.” He let her into the bedroom with the cat lying happily on the couch. “A more tasteful than usual sex section in most adult stores.”
“Oh. Why the honeymoon bundle?”
He pointed to his dresser, which had a large basket containing edible massage oil, candles, handcuffs, two red bathrobes, a wide array of condoms, and a riding crop. “The other option was the ‘booty bundle.’”
“What does booty bun—“ Vandy reconsidered her question. “Oh… we are definitely too early in the relationship for…”
“His and hers buttplugs?”
“First a pussy joke in the ER and now this? I’d punch you if you weren’t hurt.” She waved her hand at him.
He grabbed her wrist and leaned in. “Gonna be my naughty nurse and make me feel better?”
She perused the contents of the basket for a couple of seconds and did some quick thinking. “Oh, I will.”
CHAPTER 12
Five minutes later, she’d put on one of the bathrobes and Royce was laying on his stomach with the second bathrobe laid over his hips on the bed. The strawberry oil would be practically perfect for this.
Vandy started by putting the oil near a patch of bruises on his right shoulder. She really could appreciate the lean strength of his shoulders as she worked down his back, soothing each bruise mark between his tattoos. Leaving the robe where it was, she skipped down to his legs and added more oil, where his hair got thicker all the way down to his ankles. Then she started climbing back up his legs to sneak hands underneath the towel. He growled when she fondled his balls from behind.
“Nurse Vandy says, flip over,” she said innocently. He complied, and she laid the robe back over his waist right away to keep from admiring his reaction. This time she straddled him right below his crotch. He tried to sit up, but she just shoved him back down. “You stay still. I’m testing the sensation in your hand.”
She lifted his left hand and placed hit on her breast for a second, giving him the barest hint of her pebbled nipples. “Did you feel that?”
“Yes. I might have to try again.”
“Later.” She firmly lay his hand back down and put oil on his torso. Her hands skated across his light dusting of chest hair and his man nipples then back down his ribs and across the six pack. Not even a handsbreadth wasn’t covered by a tattoo or purpling bruise. When she got near his groin, she could see how aroused he had become. She skated past that, wiggling his robe against his shaft, and watched him grit his teeth. She turned back around and went back to the front of his legs. Behind her, his straining erection poked her, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he was definitely fully erect. He audibly sighed, and his hands twitched on the edge of her robe like he was dying to touch her.
“You lay back, and I’ll make you feel all better.” Scooting herself lower and facing him again, she sat on his upper thighs and removed his bathrobe. He was way more than ready at this point, standing up out of his scarlet curls. She pretended not to notice, instead she caressed the marks up his thighs and rubbed oil onto his balls. His expression became frantic so she took her time, purposely not touching him the way he wanted it. He held onto the sheets tightly, clearly trying not to pounce on her. To make it even more difficult, she shrugged out of the bathrobe, revealing she wore nothing except the thong she’d packed in her overnight bag. After teasing him enough, Vandy finally rested both of her hands on his member and cooed, “Hmm, I don’t think you’re feeling better yet.”
She added extra oil on her hands to mix with the weeping tip. He groaned as her hands moved faster—up and down. She got one hand on his balls and he immediately came, shooting across her breasts for the pearl necklace. Vandy swiped her hand across her breasts and carefully rubbed her thumb across her lips. His gaze was focused on her mouth. “Yum.”
Royce moved, and Vandy landed on her back on the bed. “My turn,” his voice was low and gravely.
“Your arm. Your bruises,” she protested.
“I feel fine. Watch.” First, he stripped the thong off, used it to wipe off her chest, and grabbed the oil. Wasting no time, he spread it on her dusky nipples, almost purple and throbbingly hard.
His expression was practically a smirk as he massaged her side boob, avoiding the tips. She made a moaning noise, wordlessly asking for attention. Royce positioned his body between her legs and reached out to worship her chest with his hands.
Her eyes closed in pleasure, and he increased the pressure. The injured hand had no difficulty spreading open her seam by her tattoo. She mewed as he delicately probed her nether lips. Adding more oil on both his hands, he carefully inserted one finger into her saturated passage, but never doing more than briefly teasing her clit.
Now that she’d given herself to his hands, Vandy was feeling fantastic. Surprising her, he bent forward and took her nipple into his mouth, driving her wild with sensual pressure. Held down by his heavier body, she bucked against his hand between her legs.
He pulled away only to press his mouth against her core, slowly lapping up her increasing wetness. She raised her hips against his lips, and her hands wreaked havoc in his hair. He kept moving against her, avoiding her clit. Then he licked it twice with his tongue, and she came apart. Royce didn’t even wait for her to come back down before sheathing in a condom and delving into her. The oil made it indecently easy to slide in and so slippery. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him in deeper.
