Page 75 of Secret Bratva Baby
The kiss takes me by surprise, but it’s everything I need.
She’s the one making this move.
She’s seducing me with kisses and massages and teasing glances. She chose to wait up for me even though it's late.
It’s something new, her coming onto me like this, and I want it more than she knows.
She pulls away, my cock is already hard when she smiles at me and says with a seductive whisper, “Go wait upstairs.”
I chuckle and stand up, nodding. “Don’t be long,” I say sternly.
“I wouldn’t dare,” she teases.
Walking up the stairs to hop in the shower, I have a massive smile on my face.What a beautiful thing to come home to.A woman who is so willing to make you happy. Someone whowantsyou and who wants to see you smile.
I kick my shoes off as soon as I get into the bedroom and throw my belt over the back of a chair. Stripping out of each layer of clothing, I am already less restricted and more comfortable.
The shower is hot, the water pelting down in a strong flow that soothes some of my stress away. I could be standing here worrying about the operation, wondering how the rivals will retaliate this time—but instead, I’m standing here grinning, looking forward to her hands on my body.
Because I have better things waiting for me, despite how good the shower feels, I don’t stay in long. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I head back into the bedroom to wait for her.
I’m lying on my back looking through my phone when she walks in carrying a plate with a small slice of chocolate cake on it.
“Here you go,” she smiles, setting it down next to me.
“What’s this?” I say, picking up the plate. It looks delicious.
“A little sweet treat. Lily wanted to bake today. She helped me stir. And helped throw cake mix around the kitchen,” she giggles.
Rose sits down cross-legged at the end of the bed and lifts one of my feet onto her lap. While I’m eating dessert, she chats a bit more about this and that, and with the perfect amount of pressure, she massages the soles of my feet, one at a time.
It’s bliss.
I’ve never had a foot massage before, and I don’t know how I got this far in life without experiencing it.
Back, shoulder, neck—sure, I’ve been for those deep tissue massages. But wow. Who knew that someone rubbing your feet could be so incredibly relaxing.
When I finish my cake, she takes the empty plate away and commands me to lie on my stomach.
I smirk. “Bossy, aren’t you?”
“Mm. Stop back-chatting and do as you’re told,” she says sternly, trying to hide her grin. My cock stirs again as I roll over and get comfortable.
With me lying face down, Rose climbs onto my back, straddling my ass and leaning her full weight against her hands as she kneads at the muscles of my lower back.
She works slowly, not talking anymore, going from the base of my spine, over my body, up and towards my neck and shoulders.
Every now and then, I let out an involuntary, deeply satisfied groan that makes her giggle. She’s pleased with herself.
Her hands against my body have made my cock hard as a rock, pressing into the bed. She won’t find out until I roll over.
My eyes close, and I picture the things she’ll do to me when she asks me to roll over.
How she’ll straddle my cock and rock her hips over me—I can’t wait.
But that never happens, because at some point during her incredible massage, I pass out from absolute exhaustion and utter relaxation under her touch. The massage was too amazing. Her hands were too soothing.
I was too tired.
