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Work had you by the neck. You always came home tired, never having enough time to spend with Thoma. It made you feel bad, but Thoma always reassured you that it was alright. You didn't feel that way, and you felt like Thoma didn't either. You couldn't help it though. The feeling of tiredness was overwhelming. One day, the tiredness was overpowered by pain. You had been overworked and your shoulders to your lower back were tense.
"Fuck," you groaned. You rubbed your shoulder, wincing at the pain you felt. Thoma came into the room, realizing how much pain you were in. "What's wrong?" You only shook your head. "Nothing, I'm fine." It was the worst lie you had ever told, especially to your husband. "You know you can't lie to me. Are your shoulders tense?" Of course, he'd clock you. You nodded, "They are." He ushered you into your bedroom, laying you down on your stomach.
"I'll give you a massage, okay?" You nodded. Before he could get his hands on you, you stopped him. "Wait, I want to take off my clothes." That statement startled Thoma. "Can you get me a towel?" "Yes." He ran to the bathroom and came back with a white towel. "Thank you," you said with a smile. You didn't tell Thoma off, if he wanted to watch you'd let him watch. If he didn't then he could always turn around or leave the room.
You weren't sure if Thoma was looking or not, but you had a gut feeling that he was looking. You stood there with your back turned from Thoma. "Do I lay on the bed?" "Yes."
You laid down on your stomach, putting the towel over your ass. "Do the clients at massage places usually get naked?" Thoma didn't answer you. You kinda assumed that they did. Even if they didn't, this just adds more spice to something so typical. "Just relax," he said. You did as such, letting yourself embrace the feel of your bed. The moment Thoma's hands applied pressure to your shoulders, you let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, that feels so good..." You could feel the slight shift in pressure when you said that.
"I'm happy you're enjoying it." You only mumbled in thanks. Some time passed of Thoma massaging your shoulders, "Move lower." His hands traveled down. It made you realize how touch-deprived you were. Suddenly, all you could mutter was, "Lower." Thoma's hands stopped right above your hips. You could feel his eyes staring right at it, right at your ass. It made you feel a bit embarrassed. "Go ahead."
His fingers slipped beneath your towel, helping you rise to your knees. The towel slipped off, leaving you completely nude before him. Thoma's hands spread your ass cheeks apart and he dives in. You jolt, not expecting for him to be so eager. You could feel his tongue in and out, already leaving you a hot and breathless mess. You gripped at the sheets. One last suck before he removes his mouth, making a loud popping sound.
You started to hear the sound of pants being undone, sending a thrill of excitement through you. Thoma was breathing heavily, fumbling with pants. You gripped tighter onto the sheets, patiently waiting for him. That was until you felt something rubbing against your ass. "Please, can I put it in?" he said in his whiny voice. You nodded, "Of course."
He was slow, carefully slipping it in and stopping whenever he thought he had hurt you. "Keep going," you whimpered. He put all of himself inside of you, releasing a sigh of pleasure. He was slouched over you but fixed his posture when you were both ready for him to move. He went at a slow pace, usually not having you hit the bottom of his dick. His hands were gentle yet firm on your hips.
"Faster..." you said after some time. He obliged, moving at a faster pace. You sighed in relief, feeling much more pleasure. Moans slowly started to spill out of you, going at a steady pace. Thoma's fingers were massaging into your skin, sometimes even gently tracing the area. It made you giggle a bit when he did that, but he didn't seem to notice. "I'm going to go faster," Thoma said, his hands gripping a bit tighter this time. "Please do."
The steady pace was no more, as the thrusts started to feel more messy and fast. Thoma was chasing his high, it was pushing your high too. All sorts of words started to come out of your mouth. You felt as though you've moaned out Thoma's name more than you have ever said Barbatos's. That familiar feeling started to build up in your stomach. "Thoma, Thoma I'm going to..." You didn't get to finish your sentence. It was cut off by more moaning. Thoma understood though.
"Me too," he said. You couldn't see Thoma at all, but you could imagine what he possibly looked like right now. Blonde hair matted down, breathless, maybe even a bit red. It made the feeling growing in your stomach stronger. It didn't take long before you came, twitching at the intense orgasm. Thoma came right after, reacting the same way. He slowly pulled out, and you could feel the cum drip down your ass.
Thoma used the towel from earlier to wipe you and himself clean. You two decided it was best for both of you to rest up, so you did as such. Needless to say, you felt very well the next morning.