Chapter 140: The Touch of Healing Hands
"What we learn with pleasure we never forget." – Alfred Mercier
"Pursuit and seduction are the essence of sexuality. It's part of the sizzle." – Camille Paglia
"When a woman wants a man and lusts after him, the lover need not bother to conjure up opportunities, for she will find more in an hour than we men could think of in a century." – Unknown
"Sensual pleasures are like soap bubbles, sparkling, effervescent. The pleasures of intellect are calm, beautiful, sublime, ever enduring and climbing upward to the borders of the unseen world." – John H. Aughey
"Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken." – Simone De Beauvoir
"If I were asked for a one line answer to the question 'What makes a woman good in bed?' I would say, 'A man who is good in bed.'" – Bob Guccione
"A nice warm bath…you're all greasy and sore…" she said with a smile.
He let out a groan, "Aww…Sydney…"
"Come on…" she said pulling him up.
"Well…" he started, "Bath could be fun…" he said with a raised eyebrow.
"We're going to WASH you in the tub…you are going to SOAK, so you're muscles can relax…"
He put on a pout as she helped him stand. He let out a restrained grunt as they stood.
"You ok?" she asked.
"Yeah…just stiff and sore…"
"I'm sorry honey."
"No, it's ok…I'm all right," he said as they started to walk.
"You sure you can make it?"
"Yeah, I'm alright," he said with a smile.
They walked slowly to the bathroom, eyes locked together as they moved. She deposited him in the chair next to the tub and began to fill it, then came back to him to get him out of his boxers and to take off the bandages.
"Are you gonna take a bath with me?" he asked.
"No, I'm gonna clean up a little bit, put some fresh sheets on the bed…you just soak for a bit, ok? Then I'll come back and help you wash…you just rest."
He nodded somewhat unhappily and she smiled as his pouting continued.
"The wound looks better Vaughn…" she informed him.
"It feels better than it did."
"Good."
She helped him into the tub and eased him into a restful position and then got up and rummaged through the closet for some new sheets. She grabbed a plethora of other items as well, but they went unnoticed to Vaughn who was quite happily resting in the therapeutic, warm water.
She marched proudly back to the bedroom and started to strip the bed, taking off the dirty sheets and replacing them with dark navy blue cotton sheets. After the bed was finished she laid out all the other items she'd grabbed, but realized she only had about half of them. She went out to the hall closet and grabbed a few more and then peeked in on Vaughn.
"You doing ok?" she asked, careful to keep her hands from view.
"Yeah, I'm good," he said with a lazy smile.
"Ok, be back soon."
"K."
She walked off again to the bedroom and deposited the armload of goodies on the bed. She then went to her closet and dug out still more items and assembled them all on the bed. She smiled as the surveyed everything and then set to work.
Vaughn had felt relaxed all day, but this was a new level of relaxation. The only thing that would have made it better would have been Sydney in the tub with him. He wondered what she was doing, since it didn't take that long to change the sheets on a bed, but he wasn't complaining – the bath water felt great on his aching muscles. He smiled when he thought about all the reminiscing they had done today. It had been nice to recall all those past memories, all the happy moments that they had shared. And it was nice to hear her take on things that weren't said. He laid his head back on the edge of the tub and sighed contentedly, waiting for Sydney to return.
A giddy and ecstatic smile was in full force as Sydney surveyed her work around the room. She practically skipped back to the bathroom. Vaughn opened his eyes when he saw her enter and smiled at her.
"What are you so happy about?" he asked.
"Nothing…just…happy to be with you."
He smiled, "Aww, thanks…I'm happy to be with you too…so happy."
She went over to him and motioned for him to sit up, and then she started to wash him gently, letting the water and soap drizzle down his back and chest. She washed his hair gently, spending extra time massaging his scalp and very much enjoying the chorus of happy and relaxed moans that emanated from him.
"Ok, you ready to get out?" she asked after she rinsed his hair and spent a few more minutes playfully dousing him with warm water.
"You ready to get in?" he asked with a grin.
She rolled her eyes, "Come on…" She helped him out of the tub and into the chair where she dried him off gently, and then reapplied the bandages, checking each one as she always did.
"K, you stay here a minute, I'm gonna go turn the bed down, then I'll be right back, ok?"
He nodded, "Ok."
She went off as nonchalantly as she could, but in reality, she was so excited it wasn't even funny.
Vaughn suddenly heard soft music playing and he turned his head towards the bathroom door to try to find the source. It sounded like it was coming from the bedroom.
Sydney reappeared with a soft smile on her face and walked over to him, putting her hands on his shoulders and then moving them down to his chest. She leaned down with her hands and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and then to the side of his neck as well. He leaned into her and moaned, deliriously happy with her attention.
"Come on…" she said as she moved to the front of him and grabbed his hand to pull him up.
She secured the towel around his waist and started to move with him back to the bedroom.
As they got closer to the door, the music became more distinct and louder; soft jazzy tones, tenor saxophone and keyboards. You couldn't dance to it; so he eliminated that option, the music was…sensual…
"Sydney…" he said.
She smiled, "Just keep moving…"
He did as she requested, intrigued with the playful look in her eye and the sexy smile she had plastered on her face, her dimples permanently etched at this point.
She crossed the threshold of the bedroom and stopped.
His eyes moved from hers to look around the room. The whole room was bathed in soft candlelight, little votive candles sat in clear glass cups, scattered all over the room. From his vantage point, the floor was covered with them, a continuous line from one end of the bed starting from the nightstand on the left side and going in a horseshoe to the other side, save for a break in the middle. There was a small circle of candles around each of the lamps on the nightstands and sets of votives shaped in hearts on the dresser. There was also a line of votives framing the door that led to the patio, all set strategically, placed with love and care.
She watched his reaction with interest as his eyes moved around the room, "Can you stand here for a minute?" she asked.
He looked at her in awe and all he could do was nod.
She smiled and made sure he was grounded and then moved away from him, walking around the candles to the nightstand. It was then that he saw the four oil burners on the front edges of both of the nightstands. The smell of vanilla permeated the room, intoxicating him to no end as he watched Sydney.
The smell of sulfur suddenly assailed his nose and the flicker of the small flame of the match rivaled the one in her eyes. The scent of something sweeter hit his nose after that, mixing in with the vanilla.
He looked at her, "Vanilla…and…cherry?" he asked.
She smiled, "Actually…it's French Vanilla and cherry," she answered in a seductive voice, "You like it?"
He looked at her pointedly, "Do you have to ask?"
She chuckled.
"Sydney…"
"Yeah?"
"Can you come over here before I fall over in shock?"
She smiled and sashayed back to him, "Why don't you come over here…" she said as she led him through the small opening in the candles that provided soft light for the room.
She sat down on the bed and had him stand in front of her, "Let's take this off," she said as she gripped the towel and gently pulled it off of his waist. She turned then and laid it on the bed. He looked behind her and saw that she had pillows laid out on the bed.
He raised an eyebrow and she smiled enticingly at him. "Lay down…" she said.
He smiled sheepishly, his cock already insanely hard, the combination of the candles and the smells, the music, and Sydney with her satisfied grin driving him wild with want.
He was going to sit on the bed but she shook her head, "No…on your stomach…"
He looked over at her strangely, "I don't know if…"
She smiled, "We're gonna give it a try…" she grabbed his hand, "Kneel first…"
He complied with her help and then she instructed him to lie down on the pillows. He winced slightly when his ribs hit the pillow, unaccustomed to the pressure without the wrap.
"You ok?" she asked gently, as she eased him down, not fully letting his body weight all rest on the pillows.
He nodded, remembering this position from the night when Tom had sedated him. Sydney modified this one however, moving him so his head wasn't on the pillow. His chest and ribs were well supported by the T-shaped pillow figuration, his arms out at his sides, his legs sprawled out on the bed, the pillow ending right where his rigid cock was begging for attention.
"Just relax…if it hurts too much we'll stop…"
She kept one hand on his shoulder and the other on his neck, rubbing lightly.
He closed his eyes and let her touch relax him.
"You ok?" she asked.
"Yeah…I'm ok…"
"Can you lay like this?"
"Mmmhmm…"
"K, wait here a second…" she moved off of the bed and grabbed something off of the floor.
When she reappeared at his left side, he could see a bottle in her hands. She squirted some of the liquid from the bottle onto her hands and then worked it between her fingers. She moved then out of his line of view, but he soon felt her as she lowered herself onto him. She sat herself right on his ass, making him instantly harder. However, when he felt her hands slippery on his shoulders, his cock leapt even more.
He moaned but she stopped him, "Not yet honey…just relax…" she said soothingly as she began to work her hands on his shoulder muscles. She was extremely careful on his injured shoulder, but she managed to put more pressure on it then she thought she'd be able to. She worked her way down his arms, her body leaning against him as their hands met and briefly intertwined. He could feel her breath on his neck, the feel of her breasts, now free from the bra on his naked back as well.
She leaned back up and worked on his shoulders for a few more minutes before she moved to his neck, using her thumbs to dig her way around the around the beginning of his spine before moving onward down his back. She was careful to avoid any bandages, but knew full well that she'd have to change them all after this. The bandages would protect the wounds from the oil, but they'd get very messy.
She worked over every spot that wasn't covered with gauze, easing away tension that had built. She reached his lower back and began to move across it, hitting spots that she could visibly see were tense. She dug her thumbs around his spine on his lower back and his body tensed suddenly. She stopped for a moment, "Did that hurt you?" she asked.
"No," he said.
She waited a minute and then started again, moving away from that spot for the moment but coming back to it a few minutes later. She started on the spot again, and garnered the same reaction. She knew instantly what she'd hit. His body shuddered as she came back to the spot again and again.
He let out a soft cry when she returned to it once more, rubbing her thumb over the spot, "It's ok Vaughn," she said quietly.
She knew he was crying before he did, tension and stress falling with the tears.
"Shh…it's ok honey…just let it go…" she moved herself down again, rubbing her hand in his hair and laying her body on top of his, with her head on his back and moving her arms under his to hold his hands.
"It's ok to cry honey, I love you…let it out…" she kept up a string of soothing phrases until his body stopped it's torrent of emotion.
She sat up again when he stopped crying and moved back to the spot, starting her massage again. This time he was more responsive, it didn't cause him pain, but he moaned as the muscle gave way and allowed her to work the tension out of it.
"What was that?" he asked somewhat shocked.
She smiled and moved down again, her mouth next to his ear, "That's just the spot where you store all of your tension…everyone has one…now that I know where yours is…I can relieve your tension easier. It just happens…do you feel better? More relaxed?"
"Yeah…"
"Good…" she said and then moved past his spot downward to massage the globes of his ass.
He pushed his hips into the bed, the friction it created making him groan, the pressure from his weight on the bed deliciously pleasing.
She smiled when she saw his reaction, moving past his ass to his upper thighs. She got more oil and worked her hands all around his thighs, making him push into the bed again, as the sensations became too much.
She kept going, coming to his knees which set him off into a fury of giggles, "Sydney that tickles."
"I know," she said as she deliberately came back to his knees again.
She kept going, all the way to his calves and ankles, massaging his feet at the end of the bed. When she hit the pressure points on his feet he let out a throaty, deep groan radiating from somewhere deep in his chest.
When she had finished with his whole body, she started back towards the top, mimicking the trails she'd just completed, spending extra time on his tension spot.
He hummed as she reached his neck and shoulders again, his body now limp and relaxed, his breathing deep and peaceful.
"You gonna fall asleep on me?" she asked softly.
"God I hope not," he replied.
"You ready for round two?" she asked.
He picked his head up and looked at her sideways, "Round two?"
She smiled and produced another bottle. She opened it and poured a generous amount on her hands before retaking her spot on his ass and leaving the bottle within reach. She started on his shoulders again, rubbing gently, but there was something very different about this oil. He moaned as he felt a heat start to spread from Sydney's fingers all over his shoulders.
"Shit Sydney…"
She chuckled, "Mmmhmm…"
"What is that?"
"Cherry flavored oil, gets hot when heat is applied to it…"
"Cherry flavored?" he asked amused.
"Yeah," she said as she dipped down and licked a line from between his shoulder blades to his neck, "Mmm…cherry."
He let out a long groan as Sydney began to continue with the massage, the oil like fire blazing a trail across his skin. Wherever Sydney's hand moved, the fire went with her, sending shockwaves to his ignited cock. She made sure to spend a good amount of time rubbing the hot liquid on his back, letting the heat aid in releasing the tension. She would alternate her hands with her mouth, moving gently in and around the bandages that littered his back. She would rub some cherry oil on, rub her hand over it and then blow gently, making the oil that much more intense.
She found his tension spot and spent a few minutes lavishing it with attention, his back arching slightly as the hot fluid seemed to burn into his pores.
"Mmm…oh god Sydney…" was only one of the string of moans that issued from him as she made her way down his body.
"Vaughn," she said lowly, "Turn over…"
His head perked up when the statement sunk in. He reached out for her, letting her help support him as he turned over and lay on his back. Now, he could see Sydney; he could see whatever she was going to do to him.
She prepped her hands again and sat on his lower abdomen while she looked at him with a lustful grin.
She reached out her hands and trailed the oil over his chest, starting from the shoulders, and tracing down his collarbone. Flames of pleasure shot out from every part of skin that was touched with the oil
His head fell back as he tried to steady himself. However, when Sydney proceeded to rake her nails across the very chest that she has just prepped with oil, he cried out loudly, lost in the pleasure of her touch.
She smiled devilishly as she watched his reactions, and then made him cry out again when she rubbed the oil generously around his nipples and then tweaked them both at rapid speed. His nerve endings were inflamed instantly, the titillation reaching new heights as she bent down to roll each of the nipples between her lips. He arched upward when she smiled and bit down on him gently, her hands sprawled on his ribs, rubbing gently, easing the ache that the ribs continuously had. She continued on then after the nipples, moving down his body, her own becoming slick with the shared oil. She slid up and down his chest in gentle strokes and then reached down between his thighs and grasped his rock-hard cock, stroking in time with her movements.
His head pushed back into the pillow and his eyes squeezed tightly shut when the oil hit his cock. The feeling of the irritant oil burning into his cock was verging on insanity. His whole body was aflame, the root now stemming from his cock. She smiled as she moved down his body, sliding her way down until she rested between his legs. She let go of his cock momentarily, grabbing some more oil, but she kept up a steady flow of air to his cock.
"Ughn…" was about the only reply he could muster as her hot breath sent him into shudders.
She smiled satisfactorily as she bent back down then, taking one hand and rubbing it from base to tip, while fondling his balls with the other.
His hips bucked upwards, desperate for contact with her, a steady stream on incoherent mutterings now coming in full force as she sped him quickly towards orgasm. When she knew he was about to fall over the edge, she stopped and backed off, stroking more gently.
"Mmm…Vaughn…"
He managed to raise his head enough to look at her with blissful eyes, "Hmm…"
"We're far from done…" she said with a sexy smile.
He groaned and let his head fall back again, waiting to see what she had in store for him next.
