Page 32 of Duty and Desire
“Roll over. I’ll start with your back. You always hunch your shoulders when you’re stressed.”
Once Scarlett had flipped over, her toned back and round ass now before Ros’s hands and eyes, she laid her palms on Scarlett’s tight shoulders. The heel of her palm dug in tight circles, working out the knots that had formed—the knots that Ros had likely put there after pushing her away. It was only right, Ros thought, for her then to be the one who removed them.
Round her shoulders, up her neck, down her spine. Ros’s hands roamed, kneading out the tension. Every so often, Scarlett let out a soft moan as Ros’s hands found a particularly tender spot.
As Ros's hands worked their way down Scarlett’s back, the tension began to melt away and her muscles softened under the rhythmic pressure. The room was filled with the soft sounds of Scarlett’s breathing and the occasional murmur of pleasure as Ros's skilled fingers found another knot to ease. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, each touch a silent apology, a wordless promise to care for her in ways beyond words.
Ros moved lower, her hands sliding over Scarlett’s lower back, tracing the curve of her waist before settling on her hips. She could feel Scarlett’s body responding, not just relaxing but yielding, her breathing deepening as she surrendered to the gentle care Ros was lavishing on her. The trust between them grew, and it sent a warmth spreading through Ros's chest.
She poured more oil into her hands, warming it before pressing her palms against Scarlett’s lower back and massaging deeply with the heels of her hands, moving in slow, deliberate circles. She felt Scarlett shift beneath her touch, her body arching slightly as Ros applied more pressure, working out the tension that had been building since the moment they had reunited under such stressful circumstances.
“You’re incredible at this,” Scarlett murmured, her words slurring with relaxation.
Ros chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss between Scarlett’s shoulder blades. “You deserve it. After everything you’ve been through—we’ve been through—this is the least I can do.”
Scarlett let out a contented sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as Ros’s hands continued their soothing work. “I’ve missed this,” Scarlett whispered, her words so soft they were almost lost in the quiet of the room.
Ros paused for a moment, her hands resting gently on Scarlett’s sides. “I have too,” she admitted, her voice laced with the vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to show. “I’ve missed you.”
“Won’t get rid of me so easily next time.”
“There won’t be a next time, love. You look far too at home in my bed to make you leave.”
Ros returned to her mission, working her way down Scarlett’s legs. As her fingers massaged Scarlett’s thighs, Scarlett let out needy whines as her fingers slipped closer to her core.
“Patience.”
She ignored her lover’s whines, sliding down each leg in turn, squeezing each calf before taking a foot between her hands. As her thumbs pressed into the sole, a guttural groan came from Scarlett. Ros chuckled at the intensity of the reaction. Scarlett’s feet must have been killing her. She worked diligently, her hands squeezing, fingers kneading. First the heel, then sole, then ball, finally each toe in turn.
In all the relationships Ros had had before, she had never done this, given like this. It was special. The service deepened her love for Scarlett with every stroke of her hand.
“On your back.”
Scarlett’s eyes sparkled as she settled comfortably, and Ros couldn’t help but to kiss her. Those eyes. They captivated herevery time she saw them. Scarlett arched up to meet her, her lips open with desire.
“I said you’d have to be patient, love.” Ros pulled back, teasing.
Her joy was tinged with relief. Even after everything she’d done to Scarlett, she still wanted her, still needed her. Ros hadn’t even realized she was scared of that.
She began at the top again, neck and shoulders. She moved down to Scarlett’s chest, running her hands around her breasts and ghosting over her pert nipples, taking pleasure in seeing Scarlett’s face flush and eyes close with pleasure.
Once more abandoning her quarry, she turned to the arms, so muscled, so strong. She worked her way down each one, finishing with the fingertips, kissing each one in turn.
Returning to her legs, Ros began with the feet this time, now working up and up the shins then thighs, drawing closer and closer to the heat between Scarlett’s legs. Her thighs were splayed, pulling Ros closer. As her fingers massaged the tight muscles, she slipped her finger across Scarlett’s folds before pulling away again.
A tight, frustrated moan emanated from Scarlett.
“Fine, I guess you’ve been patient enough.”
Ros leaned forward, licking Scarlett’s hot, needy vulva, diving her tongue between the slick folds and circling Scarlett’s pulsing clit.
Scarlett let out a moan, her want and desire all spilling out of her as she arched up into Ros’s mouth.
Hands on her hips, Ros pushed Scarlett back down into the bed.
“It’s meant to be relaxing. Can’t have you getting too excited; it’ll wake you up.”
She returned once more to her prize, sucking and licking softly, slowly. Her fingers moved up to play with Scarlett’s sensitive nipples. Flicking and stroking in time with each lick.