Chapter 101: Aching Desires

Upon arriving at Jeanne's penthouse suite, Ethan didn't meet the excitement he had hoped for. She was usually by the door waiting in a lingerie.

But instead she was in a robe, freshly showered. She greeted him with a kiss and made her way back to bed.

"What's wrong? Jelly Bean?" he inquired, concerned.

"I'm exhausted, Ethan. The conference dragged on, and I've been working tirelessly. My body aches," she complained, sitting on the bed.

"You really need a break. I have some painkillers with me. Would you like some?"

"I don't like using medication. A good night's sleep will reset my body," Jeanne replied.

"It's just acetaminophen. It will make you feel better," Ethan insisted. "Have you eaten?"

"I have, I'm sorry I couldn't wait for you for us to eat together," Jeanne said, resting her head in her hands.

It just dawned on him that they always did eat together, a fact he hadn't realized before. He was unaware that she had planned for them to dine together.

"You used to wait for me?"

"Of course," Jeanne said, lifting her head up and looking at him.

"Why?" he asked, with a hint of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something in her heart for him.

"It's no fun eating alone. I like it when we sit to eat and converse. It relaxes me."

"Well, I'm not hungry. I need to take a shower though," he said, reaching for the painkiller in his bag. "Here."

"Thanks," she said, extending her hand to receive the medication.

He fetched her a glass of water, ensuring she drank it all.

"You're so bossy," she said, handling him the empty glass.

"Sometimes, lack of water in the body causes headache," Ethan said. "I don't compromise with my daily two litres."

"You take two litres of water every day?"

"Yes ma'am. It's important."

"Huh, I don't think I can do that," Jeanne said, standing up.

"You should try it. You'll feel better."

"Okay, Daddy."

She removed her robe and she was naked before him. Ethan glared at her as if he had never seen her naked before.

"Ohhh, I've missed your body," he cooed.

"Not tonight, Ethan. I'm really tired," she said, getting into bed.

"Wait for me, don't go to sleep yet, okay?" he urged, hurrying out of his clothes and dashing into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Jeanne observed him leave, her gaze fixed on his impeccably sculpted physique. Though a desire for him lingered, she lacked the energy for Ethan's intense sessions that shook her to the core.

He swiftly returned, still damp from the shower. Without hesitation, he pulled the duvet off, uncovering Jeanne's body.

"Ethan, I don't think I can…"

"I'm not up to anything; I just want to give you a massage to help you sleep better," he explained, gently turning her over, exposing her back to him.

He began by working on her shoulders and arms, then moved down to her back, reaching all the way to her waist and lower back.

When he got to her butt, he traced each circumference with his fingers before he started kneading the flesh in a circular motion.

He moved his hands to where her thigh and butt were joined and used his thumbs to massage just a few inches to her folds.

He continued loosening tense muscles in her legs and feet. He applied just the right amount of pressure to make her moan out relief.

"Are you a professional masseur? That feels soooo good," Jeanne said.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Ohhh yessss."

"It's about to get better."

Ethan's hands, adept and caring, traced a journey across Jeanne's entire body, delicately seeking and emphasizing pressure points that released waves of relaxation.

He treated each foot individually, rolling it at the ankle and gently pulling at each toe, producing a satisfying cracking noise. Applying additional pressure, he worked on her feet to alleviate strain.

Afterward, he rolled her over to face him, and her smile expressed gratitude for a job well-done.

But he wasn't nearly finished.

He massaged her shoulders and worked around her breasts, avoiding her nipples. Her gently rubbed on her tummy then down to her hips, but when he got to her mons, he couldn't help himself.

She was like a beautiful sculpture, and neglecting that part of her body would be a disservice.

He massaged her mons and she made a throaty sound. He opened her legs to massage her legs and feet again, only for him to return to her inner thigh and linger there.

He didn't want to pressure her since she was tired, but he wanted to give her pleasure all the same.

Like always, he read her body language, her facial expressions and sounds to know if she was up for it.

While massaging her inner thigh, he moved closer to her core and frequently brushed his fingers against her folds. He did it again and again until his fingers met with a collection of dampness.

She murmured his name, encouraging him.

The subsequent instance his fingertips made contact, her folds were parted for access to her clitoris.

She enunciated a full-blown moan.

He placed his hands on her knees, parting her legs to expose her very core. An intimate unveiling.

"This will make you sleep better, Jelly Bean," he said, positioning his mouth to her pith.

He started with ticking and teasing, then began lapping and stroking. She was tired, but she didn't mind that at all.

She laid there, her back arched, her legs spread apart, folded midair, baring her all to him.

For a quick release, he took her clitoris for a sway with the tip of his tongue, consistent in movement, not wavering until she screamed his name and squirted her release on his face.

A welcomed expectation.

She literally felt like a feather when the rigidity of her body subsided, it was as though he licked away her tension and stress.

"That's my girl," he said, kissing her inner thigh, mons and lower belly.

"The next one will knock you out, like a sedative," he said, prepping her for another go.

"Ethan, please no…I can't…" she cried, her heart beating rapidly from her peak.

"Shhhh," was all he said.

He took his sweet time this time, twirling and swirling her engorged nub with his tongue, gently, slowly, sensual. Sometimes bobbing or tilting his head for better motions.

The sensation dragged for her, she was suspended in a sexual trance with no notice of an orgasm.

She ohhed and ahhed while begging and calling his name over and over. His hand crept up to tickle a nipple adding to the warm, erogenic feeling.

The strokes of his tongue that brought about her orgasm were swift and purposeful as she jolted from him, stretching out her entire body, toes curled, and her head pushed back into the mattress.

And yes, there were tears. The good kind that came with definitive pleasure.

Ethan rested her head on his shoulder and held her from behind. Her grip on his hand was tight as she pulled him closer still.

"Don't think of anything, Jelly Bean. Just close your eyes and sleep," he said, stroking her hair. "I'm here."

And she did just that.