Chapter 22 #2
He brings it to his mouth and licks away the sticky drops.
His tongue swirls against my wrist and then he licks my palm.
He was just kissing me, and we’ve probably spent a few hours total making out at this point, but his tongue feels different against my hand.
It’s sensual in a way that sends heat arrowing straight between my legs.
When he takes his next bite, his teeth scrape against my fingers and his tongue.
“That one is much better than the first.” The words rumble up, hoarse and gravelly.
I’m tempted to strip down, take the whole tray, and smush it against my chest. I can just imagine him licking off juice and chocolate and sweet pastry crumbs. It’s sexy, in a weird way.
This isn’t about me, though. This whole night is for him.
I didn’t book us a night away so that we could have sex.
That’s not what I’m expecting tonight. If Wizard wants that, it’s fine.
I want this night to be about his pleasure.
About exploring and making him feel good.
About more truths and comfort between us.
I don’t know if anyone has ever made a grand gesture for him, and I wanted to.
It’s amazing, how in just a few short days, the way I see the world has changed.
Mostly, it’s because of him. Everything seems so much more clear.
Even the hard things seem more beautiful with Wizard by my side.
He’s opened my mind and my heart. With him, I’m starting to realize that what I thought wasn’t possible might not be so difficult to achieve at all.
I used to think things like partnership, love, and forever were words reserved for movies, books, and other fairytales.
In real life, I’d never seen an example of love that actually worked.
It still blows my mind that he chose me.
That’s what this night is about. It’s just for him, as the best man I know. A good man who deserves to be spoiled, seen, heard, and loved in every way I’m capable of doing.
I feed him another strawberry, then point at the bed before I set the tray down. “I have a surprise for you, but you’ll have to strip down to your boxers and get on the bed. Ass up, please.”
His eyes practically cross and his cheeks get adorably pink. “Ass up, hmm?”
“I mean… not like that.”
He unzips his leather jacket without hesitation and throws it onto one of the chairs in the corner. His t-shirt follows. My throat goes bone dry as I take in his body.
“Face down, you say?”
I wink to cover how flustered I am just seeing him half naked. My body is a thousand degrees. It only gets hotter in here when he toes off his boots and undoes his jeans. He makes getting out of them look like an artform when it should be awkward. They join his other clothes on the chair.
He walks over to the bed and dives onto it. The whole thing groans, even though it looks solid enough to withstand a bomb blast.
“Shit!” Wizard grabs a pillow and props it up under his chest. He folds his arms underneath of it, hugging it to him. “I shouldn’t have done that. I could have broken this bed, and god knows how much it cost. It’s probably antique.”
“That’s likely the problem.”
“I thought that old things were built to last.”
“They are, but they’re also… old.”
He laughs, sounding more relaxed than I’ve ever heard. He drags in a deep breath. “I like the rose petals. They smell nice.”
“That’s good. If you didn’t, that would have sucked. The whole bed happens to be covered.”
“Yes, very romantic, for our not honeymoon.”
I open my backpack and fish around to the bottom while my stomach does ten flips and my heart swan dives in my chest, landing far harder than Wizard did.
He turns his head and looks over his shoulder right as I pull out the bottle of massage oil. His whole body goes rigid. “Uh, is that—lube?”
Considering the position I just told him to get into, the uncertainty in his voice makes a lot of sense. It takes me a heartbeat to add it up and when I do, I can’t smother a laugh. “Oh my god! No, it’s massage oil. I want to give you a back rub. I thought it would be nice.”
“Here I thought you planned on having all my firsts.”
I nearly choke on my own saliva. “Not unless you want me to.”
“I don’t know. It might be kind of hot.”
“Ass play? On you?” I really can’t tell if he’s just saying this or not, but either way, I’ve gone from turned on to if you so much as look at me, I’ll probably spontaneously orgasm.
“If you thought it was hot, I’d be down. Maybe something small at first, like a rim job.”
I burst out laughing while my nipples get hard enough to cut through my bra, shirt, and jacket. “Oh, is that all? Just a rim job?”
“If that’s what you wanted.”
“You don’t have to do things to please me, Wizard. This is for you. And… you already do. Please me. Make me happy. I—it’s all of you that I adore. Not just your body.”
“You’ve hurt my ass’s feelings, holding my brain and heart above it. How could you, Esme?”
Things haven’t been this light between us since we used to go over to his grandpa’s house together.
Wizard’s always been funny with his dry, irreverent humor, but me?
Most people would probably say I couldn’t find a sense of humor if it crawled up my ass.
They’re wrong. It’s just that most people never got me. I never needed them to.
I was waiting for just one all along.
I shed my jacket and warm up my wrists, rolling my hands in small circles before I clasp my fingers together and start rotating and working my hands out.
“This is serious,” Wizard says as he watches.
“I mean to give you the massage of a lifetime. I thought it would go nice with strawberries and rose petals.”
“And champagne. We haven’t busted that out yet.”
“Wait until after the massage. You can flip over and I’ll drink it out of your belly button.” I’m kidding, but Wizard’s pupils blow straight out and his lips part. My heartrate is already on the verge of redlining, but it kicks up even higher.
Before I can change my mind about this and devolve the whole thing straight into fuck it territory where all my clothes get stripped off, I squirt a bunch of the oil onto my palm and get on the bed.
I knee walk up to Wizard, then throw my leg over his lower back so I’m straddling him. He’s so broad even at his trim waist that I barely have any space for my legs above him. They’re stretched out about as wide as I can get without pulling a muscle.
I rub my palms together to warm up the oil, then brush them over his shoulders, fanning out in opposite directions.
He groans, making sexy sounds already. I go for choking on my spit, round two.
“I watched some videos about how to give a good back massage.”
“It’s so hot that you came prepared.” His voice drops, losing its teasing tone. “It really is incredible that you thought about all of this. I love it. Thank you.”
Choking? Nope. It’s just straight up impossible to swallow at all.
“You’re welcome.” I trail my palms over his shoulders, feeling for knots.
I find a few under his right shoulder blade and dig my thumbs into the meat of his muscle.
I work them in circles, getting my fingers in on the action, pinching and kneading.
I turn my hands over when my fingers start to burn and get tired, applying pressure with my knuckles.
“I wanted you to have this. I wanted to think of something wonderful, something that was entirely good, and give it to you.” I keep working his shoulders until my wrists and then my forearms start to burn.
I thought I was prepared to give the massage of a lifetime. I have no idea how people have the stamina to do this for a living.
I leave the knots alone and run my hand down Wizard’s back instead. I do the same for the other side, starting at his shoulder and heading all the way down, until I brush the waistband of his boxers.
He shivers beneath my touch. A few times, as I work his muscles with deeper strokes, his legs twitch. When I find a knot mid-back and attempt to work it out, his feet flex.
“Oh my god,” he moans. “That feels so good.”
Thank fuck I have the barrier of my jeans between us. I’m not sitting down on him, but I have zero doubt that my panties are absolutely soaked. Between touching Wizard and his porn star moaning, even my denim is going to be damp soon.
I’m not nearly finished with him, so I ignore the throbbing all over my own body and keep massaging.
I get out of the danger zone and go back up to his shoulders.
This time, I wrap my hands around the front and head down his arms, giving his biceps and triceps some love.
I bend so low to focus on what I’m doing that goosebumps litter his skin from my warm breath ghosting over him.
After his arms, I run my hands down his back again. He writhes under my touch when I skim past his sides. I don’t know if he likes it or if he’s ticklish. Who isn’t on their sides? I can’t even touch myself there or I’ll double over on instinct.
I massage little circles into the small of his back.
I call that the danger zone because I think I might be a bit of a freak.
I keep getting this mental image of me peeling down Wizard’s boxers to reveal his tight, glorious ass.
I don’t just want to grab it and massage it with my hands.
I would love to lick his cheeks, sink my teeth into them, and maybe do some of what he suggested earlier.
With my tongue. He was the one who put it out there and it seems to be branded onto my brain.
“Wizard?”
His arms are resting on the bed beside him and his face is down in the pillow. “Hmfph?” He lifts his head and tilts it back, trying to find me, blinking owlishly. Was he falling asleep while I’ve been burning up and losing my mind?
I bite the inside of my cheek. There’s no way I should ask this. I’d planned for a nice evening, not full-on debauchery.