******Warning*****Mature content****

Olivia woke up early the following morning, and watched Ryan sleeping next to her. Truth was, she had barely slept the night before. She was too worried about him to fall into a restful sleep. She had been tempted to wake him up several times just to make sure he was okay, but she convinced herself she was being foolish and just let the man sleep.

"Who's being creepy now, by watching me sleep?" His raspy voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Ignoring his joking tone, she asked "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." He said, but when he turned over to kiss her, she saw him wince.

"Ryan Michael. Don't you dare lie to me." She said sternly.

"I'm a little sore. That happens when you crash at almost 200 mph." He admitted.

"Where does it hurt?" She asked.

He pointed to his neck, shoulder and lower back.

She placed her hand on the space between his neck and shoulder and squeezed it lightly. He flinched as she did so.

"Go hop in the shower, then I'll see what I can do." She said.

"Are you going to join me?" He asked, with a come hither grin.

She rolled her eyes at him. "No. Not this time. Now go on."

"You're bossy. You know that?" He pouted.

"We need to work those kinks out."

"Hmmm. I'm all for that. What kind of kinks
do you have that need to be worked out? He raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"Ryannn. I'm being serious." She protested.

"So am I. Do you have any kinks Livvy?"

She sighed in exasperation, and rolled her eyes again. "I don't have any kinks. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I was a virgin. I'm not even sure I know what exactly qualifies as kink."

Okay, so he was in the mood. When was he not in the mood? He needed to take his health and well-being more seriously and not focus so much on his libido. Ugh men.

She heard the shower turn on, and she rummaged around in her overnight bag for the small bottle of baby oil that she used to shave her legs. She then grabbed a pair of tube socks from the dresser. She went into the kitchen and placed the bottle of baby oil in the microwave to warm it up.

Next, she got a bag of rice from the pantry and filled up the socks with rice, knotted the ends and placed those in the microwave as well. Nothing fancy, but it would do in a pinch.

When she got back into the bedroom, he was just coming out of the shower, a towel around his waist, beads of water dripping from his wet hair onto his bare chest. She watched the bead of water run all the way down his body and disappear into the towel slung low on his hips. God he was hot, and her breath caught in her throat. She bit her lip and told herself to focus on helping him, not helping herself.

Her smirked at her. He knew he was having an effect on her, and he was eating it up.

"Alright, lay down on your stomach." She ordered.

"Okay boss." He grinned at her.

She placed one of the rice bags on the back of his neck, the other, his lower back.

"What is that? He asked.

"Rice bag. Dry rice in a sock. Old home remedy." She explained.

"Feels good." He commented.

She applied some of the oil onto her hands, and went to work first on his shoulders. He winced and grimaced at first, but then sighed as the knots began to melt away.

She moved the rice bag from his neck to his shoulder and began to knead that knot away as well.

"Mmmm. That feels so good." He moaned

She worked her way down from his upper back, mid back and lower back. He was loosening up and feeling very relaxed.

The grunts, moans and sighs he was making went straight to her core.  She could feel herself getting wet through her thin panties. This was not the time for that though.

Forcing herself to focus, she pressed the heels of her palms against his lower back, going to work on a very large, persistent knot.

"Oh Livvy you're killing me." He groaned.

"Was that too hard?" She asked.

"No. I'm too hard."

Of course he was turned on.

"I laying here with nothing but a towel covering my ass and you're sitting on top of me in nothing but my T-shirt and a pair of panties. Don't think I can't feel how wet you are." He said in a raspy tone.

She swore she got even wetter with his words.

"Ry. You're hurt." She protested weakly, as she climbed off of him. Her body was completely betraying her.

He rolled over, the towel sliding off of him.

"My dick works just fine. Uh well. It appears to have sprung a bit of a leak. It might need some attention."

She saw he was fully hard, and had a drop of precum pooling at his tip. He reached over and slipped his finger into the bottom of her panties, pushing them to the side and running his finger along her slick folds. She quivered from his touch, despite the heat radiating from her center.

"Looks like you need some attention as well." He said, his finger teasing her entrance.

"Ryyyy..." She whined as he pulled his finger away. "You need to rest." She argued, then his finger was back, rubbing circles around her clit.

"Do you really want me to stop?" He asked softly.

Hell no! Her brain screamed.

Then his lips were on hers, his tongue demanding entrance, and when she moaned into his mouth, he took that opportunity to completely dominate her. She was putty in his hands. Any shred of resistance she had, even for the sake of his well being was gone.

He was tugging at the waistband of her underwear, insisting they come off. She raised her hips and complied, as he slid them over her hips and down her legs.

"Shirt too." He ordered.

"Who's being bossy now?" She snickered.

As she sat up to remove her shirt, she saw her opportunity to take control, to keep him from over exerting himself, so she took it.

She straddled his waist, wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and stroked it a few times before guiding it into her entrance. Only then, did she pull her shirt over her head and drop it on the bed next to her.

"Fuck Livvy. You feel so fucking good." He growled, and it sent shivers of desire down her spine.

She placed her hands on his chest, and began rocking her hips back and forth, causing his crown to brush against her most sensitive spot. Soon, her thighs were trembling around his hips, a wave of heat washed over her, causing her to moan in exquisite pleasure. He bucked his hips up, fucking up into her, and the waves that were overtaking her hit her like a train, as she threw her head back and her walls began to close around them.

As she was still riding the waves, he pushed himself up on his elbow, wrapped his arm around her waist until he was now sitting up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrusted into her, and she felt herself having back to back orgasms.

"Oh fuck Ryan." She cried out, as her hands went to the back of his head, her fingers tugging at his hair elicited a deep moan from him.

"Is this one of your kinks? Do you like having your hair pulled?" She asked, with ragged breath, and she tugged at his locks again.

The sound that escaped his lips was almost animalistic, as his lips crashed on to hers, his tongue fighting and beating hers for dominance.

With a quick move, he pushed her back onto the bed so that he was now on top of her.

"You have no idea what that does to me." His voice was husky, and full of desire.

"Why don't you show me." She murmured, as her hands went back to run through his hair and she gave it another tug.

His hips snapped quickly, and he slammed into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

He was wild, and it was fueling her own desires. She raised her hips beneath him, rotating them, matching his rhythm, stroke for stroke. Their bodies were in perfect sync. She was on the edge of falling into the abyss again, when she felt his cock twitch inside of her, and his hips stuttered before picking up pace again.

They were going over the edge together, as her walls tightened around him, and with another half thrust, he spilled his hot seed into her. Her back arched up off of the bed as her orgasm ripped through her body, leaving her feeling boneless and thoroughly spent. Holy fuck that was intense.

He collapsed on top of her, and laid that way for several moments before finally pulling out of her. He then rolled off of her, both of their breathing ragged.

"Fuck baby. That was one hell of a massage." He panted out.

"Did we get all the kinks worked out?" She grinned.