Archer sighed as she closed the front door behind her, the weight of the day sinking into her fatigued muscles. She tossed her keys on the kitchen counter and kicked her smelly shoes into a corner with the rest of them. She rounded the corner into the living room to see Zane stretched out on the couch reading a book. Their dog Chester was sprawled on his back, legs in the air, in a dog bed next to the couch. Man’s best friend, Archer thought.
Chester sat up when Archer entered the room and wagged his tail patiently. Zane looked up from his book and gave her a smile that softened the rough edges of her exhaustion. She laid on the opposite end of the couch, his feet by her shoulders and hers by his in turn. She sighed again and let her body sink into the cushions. Chester crawled over and licked at her fingers that dangled off the edge of the couch.
Without skipping a beat, Zane put down his book and began massaging her feet. Archer always thought she had big feet but enveloped in Zane’s massive hands they looked petite. He knew where all the tender spots were. He massaged the sore arches, crack her cramped toes, and loosened her stiff calves. She sank deeper into the couch, the tender touches relaxing her mood and she began venting about her day.
Soon Zane was massaging the thin, tender muscles on her shin and working his way up to her achy knees. She loved how his strong hands gripped her thighs and rubbed out all the steps she had put into the day. Suddenly, Archer was aware there was music playing. In her animated retelling of the day she had missed him start a Spotify playlist on their iHome. Aretha serenaded them softly in the background. Her favorite.
As Zane advanced up her thighs, Archer was aware of a heat growing between her legs, responding to his touch. Sitting up now, Zane rubbed the tender muscles of her hips and reaching under her, he massaged the periphery of her glutes. His strong, spider like fingers reached around her and danced along her lower and middle back, working up to her shoulders. As his fingers dug into her muscles she felt relief in their wake. By now she had lost track of her story and was in a mild trance as his touch washed over her.
He rounder her shoulders and massaged down her arms. She liked feeling his rough hands scratch against her softer skin. She audibly sighed as he rubbed all the day’s writing out of her forearms and smiled with satisfaction as he cracked her fingers and dug into the tender webbing between her thumb and forefinger. He lifted his hands and went back to her collar bone and massages the tender pectoral muscles above her breasts.
Zane was practically leaning over her as he reached to massage the back of her neck and base of her skull. She could feel his breath and see his shirt pull away from his jeans exposing the top of a muscular V shape from his abs that ended below his belt line. She closed her eyes and sighed as he grabbed a fist full of her hair and gently tugged in a small circular motion, breaking up the tension in her scalp. He released and grabbed a new fistful of hair and repeated this several times.
He was leaning so close that she could see his soft pale lips just inches from her face. The heat between her legs had only grown and her energy was coming back with his touch. She leaned forward and kissed him, his lips softly enveloping hers. She could feel his tongue gently brush across her lips.
Suddenly, she stood up and asked him to crack her back. He grabbed around her tightly and braced his forearms across her back and cracked the lower, middle, and upper sections of her spine. Each time she released a grunt from being squeezed so hard and giggled. Archer could feel his hard dick press against her thigh, apparently all this touching wasn’t just affecting her. She raised her arms and asked him to remove her shirt and bra. She was always impressed how he unclasped her bra with one hand.
Archer sighed as she felt a relief from the bra holding up her heavy breasts all day. Zane gently scratched her back, ribs, and underboob where the cloth had rubbed. It’s no orgasm, but this feels pretty fucking great, she thought. She laid back down and Zane began massaging the tissue in her breasts, the attention making her nipples perky. He massaged one breast and sucked on the other. While nibbling her nipple he looked up at her. They locked eyes as he teased her nipple between his teeth and winked at her. With that wink came a shiver of heat inside her. She began to feel flushed. Archer could feel him breath on her skin and it gave her goosebumps. She pulled his shirt off so she could feel his skin against hers and watch his shoulders and back flex as they poured their energy into her.
Zane kissed down her belly to her jeans and put her legs over his shoulders. She pushed against him and arched her back so that he could pull her pants and underwear off. Her panties were soaked through and seeing how wet she was gave Zane the biggest shit eating grin. He was proud. And he should be, she thought. Zane blew raspberries into her lower belly, a spot she would normally feel self conscious about but a place that felt safe with him. She giggled and squirmed playfully.
Zane started licking her clit. He sucked her inside his mouth and pressed the flat of his tongue firmly against her in long, intentional strokes. She could feel he scruff gently scratch at her thighs. Looking down she saw him greedily consume her. Her trimmed bush tickled his nose, but his enthusiasm never abated. He pressed more into her still as if he could not get enough of her. She watched him work and teased her fingers through his dark curls, holding him close. He reached up and caressed her chest and pinching her nipples hard as he circled figure eight patterns on her clit with his tongue.
She held her breath and confessed she was cumming. Zane kept up the energy, but released the grip on her nipples in sync with the waves crashing over her. As she got her breath back he slowly kissed his way up her body, not shying away from any and all of her curves. He traced her underboob with her nose only to give her nipples the gentlest of kisses before working up to her collar bone. He nuzzled into the curve of her neck and kissed up to her jaw line until finally he found his way to her lips. She could taste herself on him and they breathed into one another for a moment as their heartbeats calmed down.
Archer reached down and unzipped Zane’s pants and pulled back his underwear to reveal a throbbing cock with precum dripping down onto her. With their lips still intertwined she began jerking him off, his precum acting as lube enabling her to pick up the pace. Noses side by side, they looked into each others’ eyes as she stroked harder and faster. There was a continuous drip of precum from him to her belly and she could see his muscles tense with an orgasm on the horizon.
He grunted a deep, primal grunt as he came. Rope after rope of cum shot across her stomach and chest. She could feel him twitch and throb in her hands as she slowed down her pace and he collapsed on top of her.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up after your long day at work,” he said, his voice muffled in her hair. Standing up, he picked her up and started walking towards the bathroom.
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