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“My God. You should take that act on tour,” she groaned. Was this also a demigod thing? Was Hermes the god of massage? If not, he should be.
“I suspect this is the same leg with the hamstring tear?”
She could barely make out his words as pleasure crested within her. She’d known she’d needed a massage, but she’d never imagined it could be so electrifying. She didn’t complain as his hands firmed on her body, easing her first to her side, then her stomach, his large hands transferring their pressure to her back. He stroked long and firm, and when he got to the curve of her ass, she belatedly realized she was still naked, and he was?—
“Hey—” she spluttered, half rising from the bed.
“Humor me,” he said, pushing her back down with the flat of his hand. Then both hands returned to her glutes. “Your left leg, right?”
“Yes but—ow!” she went rigid again as he pressed two fingers in a sharp, deep line down the curve of her upper thigh, the muscle spasming beneath his touch for a harrowing moment, driving all thoughts of pleasure from her mind. “That hurts!”
“It won’t in a moment. Endure it,” he said, his voice low but absolute. He stroked again, more deeply, and Nicki ground her hands into the sheets, tightening them into fists around the luxurious fabric. She tried to scoot away, but he restrained her, talking low as she gasped and panted.
“Relax,” Stefan growled. “You’re doing yourself no favors fighting me.”
She snorted. “Spoken as someone who always wins—ouch! Enough!”
“For the moment,” he said, the pressure of his hand changing to the broad flat of his palm as he pressed up with more general force into the intersection of her hamstring and glute. Thewarmed muscle tightened then gave way, and a spiral of pleasure radiated outward as Stefan continued the deep massage. He chuckled as Nicki groaned into the sheets once more.
“That’s so much better,” she managed on a sigh.
“It wouldn’t be so, without the pain. As you more than most should know.”
She was too aroused to be completely wary, but fear pricked in the back of her mind.What did he mean by that? What did he know?
“You think so?” she managed.
“Don’t tense up.” He brought his hands down both legs, and shifted them slightly wider. When his long, brushing strokes moved back up, they fluttered between her legs.
Despite his admonition, tensing is exactly what Nicki did.
“Hey—” she managed, but the combination of the deep tissue massage and this new, arousing pressure was too much for her brain to process. She let her legs fall naturally wider, accepting more of his touch as his laughter rumbled low in his throat.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, dipping his fingers into her to verify. The touch of him woke up nerve endings that had barely recovered from the night before, but the endorphins from the massage overrode any complaint, and need erupted within her with each of his lazy strokes. He dipped into her again, pressing up against the slick skin, and she moaned into the sheets.
“Stop teasing me,” she breathed out. “I want you inside me.”
Stefan proved he was also excellent at taking direction.
Eighteen
Gritting his teeth at the delay, Stefan sheathed himself, then returned to the bed and covered Nicki’s body with his, sliding smoothly up her curves until he was positioned tightly against her. She sighed with satisfaction as he seated himself inside her, the purely feminine sound winding him tighter.
Nicki did him one better, as he was already getting used to her doing. Bracing her arms beneath her, she lifted her body until she was on her knees, providing him more leverage as she leaned back against him. He groaned and she turned her head, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she smiled back.
Her change of position afforded him his own freedom too, however. Bracing one hand on her hip, he curled his body over hers, his hand snaking around as she stiffened in surprise to feel the touch of his fingers against her clit. Then it was her turn to sigh, pulling her breath back in with a short hiss as his fingers moved gently against the tight nub of nerves. She was slick with need and desire, and she opened more to him as he traced intricate patterns against her clit, the clenching of her channel exquisitely tight.
“I’m—I’m not going to last, Stefan.”
He stifled the urge to laugh as she echoed the same thoughts rocketing through his mind. “It’s not a competition,” he said, a reminder more to himself than to her, but her laughter was cut off short as he teased her into another shiver of reaction. Then her body went taut for one long, perfect second, her breath catching as she suddenly convulsed against him, the heat and the energy of her release setting off a similar explosion inside him. He bucked forward and she met him with equal force, the twin intensity of their releases providing equal, violent reactions that devolved into Nicki shivering uncontrollably, sliding forward as he moved back and rolled free from the bed, landing on unsteady legs.
Nicki, for her part, flopped to the side, tangling in the sheets as she gasped and flung herself over onto her back. “I think you broke me,” she moaned…only, she spoke in ancient Sumerian.
“You said that already,” he answered her in English. “I can’t break you twice.”
That seemed to reset her language filter, and she responded in English as well. “I’m pretty sure you can.”
Stefan continued laughing as he moved into the bathroom, knowing he needed another shower and not minding a bit.