Eternal Blossom

Aiyana sat back up on the couch and scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, and linking her arm through his, grimacing a little as she felt and heard her back pop.
Matt interlaced his fingers with hers, and kissed the top of her head. “Was that you popping like that?”

Laughing, she replied, “Yeah. I snap, crackle, and pop all the damn time. I’m 31! I’m not exactly a spring chicken any more, Matthew.”

He laughed at her comment, and used his free hand to grip her chin between his index finger and thumb. He raised her face from his shoulder so that their eyes could meet, and she would hopefully see the sincerity in his eyes as he voiced, “I’m 34. I get it. Go lay down on your bed without your shirt and I’ll turn everything off in here so that I can come rub your back for you.”

Feeling her heart flutter at how thoughtful he was being, she smiled at him, and simply got up to do as he told her. She was definitely not about to turn down a free back rub. As she began to walk to her bedroom, she took her shirt off over her head and let it fall to the floor behind her as she kept walking.

He let out a groan as he watched her little display, his eyes traveling over now nude upper body. Had she really not been wearing a bra since she changed? How had he missed that?

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts from it, he quickly moved around the room shutting off the TV and lights before walking down the hall towards the doorway with the light on.

As he entered, he saw her lying face down on a large king sized bed, her hair pulled to the side, and her head resting on a black pillow case. He took in the dark wood bed frame, and large headboard that had a shelf on it with a compartment on either side of a mirror. He’d never seen a bed like that, and it piqued his interest as to where she had gotten it.

Walking over to the bed he saw the dresser with a large stand up mirror on it that matched the bed in color, and the blood red upholstered chair on the opposite side of the room from the dresser. It was a simple bedroom, but it seemed to fit her.

Matt kicked off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed, crying out in surprise as the bed sloshed under his weight, waves moving under him as he attempted to keep his balance. His outcry caused Aiyana to laugh loudly, and lift herself up on her elbows to look at him.

“Sorry, big guy. Guess I should have warned you. It’s a water bed. I was the product of hippie parents, and I’ve always had one,” she said as she reached onto the headboard to grab the bottle of massage lotion to hand to him.

Matt’s eyebrows raised as he listened to her explanation, and he took the lotion from her offered hand. “Where does it hurt the most?” He asked as he looked down on her back, seeing a tattoo across her shoulders made up of what seemed to be random musical notes and items.

The singer’s eyebrows drew together as he studied it, tilting his head to the side as he put some lotion on his hands and ran them over her back slowly. “What does this on your back mean?”

“Upper middle, primarily both of my rhomboids. It says Music is life. Look closely. Now that I’ve said it, you should be able to read it,” she answered both of his questions at once.
Tilting his head the other way to read it, he chuckled. “I can see it now! Wait, what’s a rhomboid?”

“It’s the muscle that runs between your spine and shoulder blade. Sorry, I’m…” her words faded off as his thumbs ran over the muscle in question, pulling a low groan from her.

“You’re what?” he grinned, pushing harder into the muscles, and working them over to try and help with her pain.

“I’m a licensed massage therapist,” she moaned out at his delicious pressure. “Don’t forget my upper trapezius. That’s the muscles that run along the tops of your shoulders.”

His mouth dropped in shock, and he slid his hands up her back a little to grip the muscles of her shoulders, mainly using his thumbs to knead at the tightness that he felt there. “So you’re an artist, you tattoo, you used to bartend, and you’re also a licensed masseuse,” he filled in all of the job titles that he and she had discussed before as they got to know each other.

“That I am, and have been. Good memory,” she replied before letting out a loud moan as she felt his hand slide up her neck, working the muscles on either side of it like a pro.

The erection that he was gaining from just hearing her moan in response to his touch was making it a little harder for him to concentrate, but easily egged him on. He slid his large, strong hands back down her back, and began to rub small deep circles over her lower back.

“Jesus, Matt. You should be a professional. You’ve got great hands,” she complimented him before letting a throaty groan escape her lips when he got close to the top of her pelvis.

“Glad to know the real professional approves.”

“Oh dear god, she does. She really does,” she sighed breathily as his hands slid slowly up her sides, his pinkies grazing her side boob.

“So, have I missed any other spots that hurt,” he questioned as his fingers slid over her whole back again. He was enjoying the experience of her smooth skin under his hands, and his cock was pressing roughly against the zipper of his jeans.

“If you could hit those rhomboids one more time, I’d be eternally greatful,” she answered him quickly, trying to regulate her breathing. His hands were making her back feel so good, and the fact that he had been observant enough to notice her discomfort, let alone offer to help her alleviate it was making her lady parts tingle.

“Your wish is my command, gorgeous,” his warm breath tickled her ear as he leaned closer to whisper near her ear huskily in response.

Her eyes shot open, and her legs clenched together tightly as his move made her former tingle ignite into a burning sensation. His hands glided back to her rhomboids, and he kneaded at them again, pushing a little harder this time. She moved her hand to his thigh, sliding her fingers over the column of thigh that she saw when her eyes opened.

He bit down gently on the outer shell of her ear as his fingers moved back to her sides, gently caressing the sides of her breasts.

Notes

I know, I know. I'm mean for pausing there. It's a short chapter because the next one is longer. I meant to have this up earlier but the family wanted to watch a movie.
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