Chapter 28: In which she tries something new.

"My face hurts."
"Mine too." Nate whispered in my ear as we bid goodnight to the last of the guests.
Nikki, Lyric, Beth, Tina, Roan and Roan's wife Millie were the last ones still remaining to help me clean up. The house was a mess; there were tons of dishes in the sink; the candles had melted and were now stuck to the glasses...need I say more?
So, yeah. It was a typical after party disaster, minus the teenage hormones. Which, I was gravely thankful for. At least we didn’t have plastic cups littered around and people passed out at random spots…right?
"Alright everyone! Let's put on our aprons, it's time to get our hands dirty!" I commanded my army of seven. Yes, I just accomplished the impossible and forced Mr. Billionaire to join my cleanup crew.
"Hey, this is fun!" Tina said smiling, hands elbow deep in the sink containing dirty dishes. "Never thought clear up can be fun."
I gaped at her. Cliché blonde secretary says what?
"Clearly this is the first time you've ever cleaned anything," Nikki said deadpan.
"I second that," Beth said from her place in front of the oven, going to town with her ,op and scrubber.
"Me three," I was in charge of packing the leftovers in boxes to distribute to all the remaining members. There was still a lot of roasted turkey left and it'd make for a delicious turkey sub tomorrow morning. "Wait a minute!"
"What?" Came a chorus of feminine voices. Roan's wife, Millie included.
"Where are the men?" I asked, hands on my hips.
We all looked at the centre of the living room to find the culprits all cuddled together in a circle, wine glasses in hand.
"Honey!" I tapped Nate's shoulders, voice coated in honey.
Nathan looked at me sheepishly, his intentions clear in his eyes. Oh no, mister! You do not get to get out of this so easily!
"Baby! Give me your hand," I said seductively, placing one hand on his chest, the other hid behind my back.
Seduced and a little smug, he held out his hand. My smile brightened. I moved closer, shifted my hand from his chest to his shoulders then to his nape. Pulled him close....and put the mop in his hand.
"Now start cleaning the floors." My smile turned into a glare.
The other men burst out laughing but were cut off by a chorus of "do you need an invitation?" taunt by their women as a bucket was thrust into Roan's hand and a garbage bin in Lyric's.
The rest of the time passed by eventfully as we watched the boys clueless-ly bumping into objects, their cleaning accessories held in hand like war weaponry.
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"Now, that wasn't so bad."
"You think? Ow!" Nate bend backwards, hands on his lower back, face set in a grimace.
"Hey, not my fault you were too high and mighty to collect garbage on your knees. It wouldn't hurt so much if you weren't bent forward for half an hour," I scolded him, though he had been quite a sight. Refusing to bend on his hands and knees in order to pick up used napkins and bamboo skewers from the floor. Mr. High and Mighty my ass!
"I wouldn't be in this position if you hadn't made me clean up." Nate glared.
"This is your house! There's no shame in cleaning it!" I exclaimed, spreading my hands around the now clean living room to prove my point.
Nate sighed. Then looked at me smiling and pulled me in for a quick peak on the lips. "I can never win against you, can I?"
"I won't let you," I said kissing his nose, to which Nate gave me a startled look.
"You know, my back hurts a lot," he said smirking, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Sooooo?" I dragged the 'o', raising an eyebrow at him.
"Sooooo..." he copied my gesture, smirk turning into a full out evil smile. "You should be doing some major damage management tonight."
"Hmmm..." I tapped a finger to my chin, pretending to be thinking deeply. "Well...I heard from my mother once that an oil massage can relieve back pains qui-"
My lips were being consumed by his before I could finish my sentence as Nate's jacket hit the floor behind him with a dull noise.
"Get the oil." It was a rough demand, his breathing as harsh as mine as he let go of my waist, his hands having wound themselves around me in a gesture so familiar that I'd hardly noticed, and he practically tore off his shirt on his way to the bedroom.
I slipped off my gorgeous dress, the feel of the silk exquisite against my over sensitive skin as it slid down my body. Racing to my en suite bathroom, I grabbed the aromatic oil that Nate had gotten for me earlier and raced back to his room to find him lying flat on his bed, on his stomach, muscled hands flexed under his head…naked. The views itself was enough to make me lose my breath as heat rushed to my core.
"Still waiting," came his hoarse demand.
Swallowing my nerves, I walked towards his bed, the oil inside the bottle swirling because of my trembling hands. This was the first time I've ever done something like this. These last couple of day with Nate we've tried several new positions, but never this. So spare the nerves, this is the most intimate I could get and I'm pretty sure I was going to make a fool out of myself. Why did I even suggest a massage? Real life was a lot different from the movies.
Getting up on the bed, I straddled his waist; pretty sure that he could feel my private parts on his skin. Then I had the tiny satisfaction of watching the muscles of his hands bulge.
"So wet for me, Savannah." His voice was a growl.
" Yes." My voice shook with nervousness, but there was excitement too, of trying something new and intimate with my lover. "Only for you."
"Yes. Only me." Possessiveness in every word.
Taking some of the oil in my hands, I began to massage his back. Trailing my hands up to his shoulders and then back down, applying enough of my weight so that he felt the pleasure. I dug my nails down the arch of his back, not enough to hurt but enough to drive him wild. And I had the pleasure of watching his back arch, head thrown back in a soundless moan. My breath left me at the pure masculine beauty of him.
Getting bolder, I reached behind me and unclipped my bra, threw it to a side and bend over from the waist up so that I was now lying over him, skin on skin.
"Move," said through gritted teeth.
Misunderstanding his words, I went to move off him, when one of his arms came around to hold me in place. "Move. On. Me." His voice told me that he was holding on with mere threads.
Encouraged by his words, I moved up his back, as much as I could without straining my back, and came back down again so he could feel the heaviness of my breasts on his skin. The oil made the intimate contact frictionless, my bare breasts sliding on his back with ease. And I did it again. And again.
I undulated my hips for better effect and heard a strained groan escape his lips. It made me squeeze my thighs together as more heat rushed to my core. I was wet and ready for him, my womanhood throbbing in need.
Suddenly, I fell onto my back on the bed and Nate was hovering over me, both his hands braced on either side of my head, palms down.
"Not fair, Savannah." He looked down at my panties before reaching down and ripping them off me. "Now we're even."
This time there was no need for permission, no need to wait. Guiding himself to my entrance, he pushed inside at the same time as his lips met mine, taking my scream of pleasure into his mouth. One hard push and he was buried to the hilt inside me.
This time our love making was slow, savory. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered bound me to him. My man. My lover. My Nathan.
My mind went temporarily blank as my climax rocked through me and I felt Nate pull out before his groan filled my ears. He collapsed on top of me a few moments later, both of us thoroughly sated and breathless.
And I fell asleep with his arms around me, my head on his chest, palm spread over his heart, unaware of the trials that are about to come our way.