Taking Care Of The Au-Pair

Ryder Skye couldn't survive without Gia Derza. Her household, her sanity, all of it would crumble without that girl’s steady hand. Gia keeps things together—quietly, expertly, beautifully. Tonight Ryder returns home and finds her slumped on the sofa, soft breaths, exhaustion written in every limp line. She reaches to wake her, then hesitates. Moonlight touches the gentle swell of Gia’s ass. Ryder’s pulse skips. She wants to grip, spread, bury herself there. Gia stirs and the moment dissolves. Or maybe it doesn’t. Ryder offers a massage instead—innocent on its face, an unspoken reward for everything Gia does. Gia’s shy at first, then yields with a quiet laugh, rolling onto her stomach. Hands meet skin. Ryder works warm oil into tired muscles, but her thumbs linger lower, tracing the crease beneath each cheek before sliding upward. When her palms cup the full weight of Gia’s breasts, Gia’s breath catches. Surprise turns to heat; her back arches, asking for more. Clothes disappear without ceremony. Both women naked on the couch now, legs tangled, mouths greedy. Ryder tastes sweat, lotion, arousal. She sucks at a stiff nipple, then kisses her way down, parting Gia’s thighs with purposeful fingers. One slow lick across slick folds and Gia gasps. Ryder stays there, tongue flicking, lips sealed, hips rocking against the couch as her own hunger burns hotter. She’ll need to thank Gia like this more often.