I finished my run and noted my time. A minute slower than the day before. Given I was training for a Spring 5K, that wasn’t what I wanted to see.

I took a long walk to cool off, but my lower back was screaming and my right hip was keeping time.

“This is what overtraining will get you,” I said to myself.

When I finally got home, Nick was arriving home from work. He grabbed me and kissed me, his hands sliding down to cup my ass.

“Get your hands off me, mister,” I teased.

He squeezed again. “But why? I love the feel of these leggings. Buttery soft and full of tone, firm ass. My favorite ass in the world.”

I winced a little when he squeezed, and he gave me a questioning look.

“Aches and pains.”

“Over-training,” he said with a tsk.

“I know, I know! But I’m already scheduled to take the next two days off. I won’t burn out. Don’t worry.”

“What hurts?”

“Everything,” I snickered, taking off my clothes and tossing them toward the clothes hamper.

His hands found my tits, which were still damp with sweat, and he covered them. He gave me a squeeze and I shook my head. “You’re too much.”

“Am I? I always knew my cock was big, but — ”

I swatted his chest, then kissed him. “I’m getting in the shower. That might help.”

“It will,” he said. “Don’t take too long. I’m feeling a little — ” He didn’t finish the sentence, but he waggled his eyebrows at me playfully.

“Let’s see if I can still walk after the shower.”

I stood in the hot water, letting it beat down on me, and realized that Nick touching me had turned me on, too. But I certainly felt all the hard effort of my run. My aches warred with my wants.

I heard the bathroom door open and then Nick stuck his head in. He made a point of studying my nakedness. Then he reached past the curtain and stroked my nipples with a fingertip. My nipples grew hard, hot water beading on them. The sensation of his touch journeyed from my breast to my pussy. I suddenly wanted him very badly.

“You know,” he said, “if you want me to, I can tape you up.”

It had been a while since I’d asked him to use sports tape on an injury so long, I hadn’t even thought about it.

“You know — that might stabilize me,” I said. It was my turn to reach past the curtain. I grabbed the front of his jeans with my wet hand and cupped his package. I gave it a squeeze and felt the sensation of him growing hard beneath my touch. “At least long enough to get a good vigorous fucking.”

He cleared his throat and managed a rough, “Okay, then. I’ll go find it.”

When I came into the bedroom, dripping wet and toweling my hair off, he had an online video playing. The dulcet tones of the physical therapist we preferred to watch for all things sports-tape-related hit my ears, and I grinned.

“Your favorite guy,” I said.

He nodded, finished the video, and shut the laptop. “It’s easy,” he said. “I taped you before for this but I wanted a refresher. I need you bent over,” he said.

“I bet you do,” I teased.

“Oh, har har.” But then he studied me naked and damp and said, “Come to think of it — ”

I rolled my eyes at him. I twisted a towel around my head and said, “Where do you want me?”

“In the hallway. On the sofa. On the bed. In the picture window. On the kitchen counter — ”

“To tape me!” I said, but I couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh, that. Um, get on your knees and put your belly on the edge of the bed. Perfect angle and good and stable. That way you can relax and not have to hold a position.”

“Sounds good to me.” I got on my knees, pressed my belly to the edge of the bed, laid my head down, and relaxed. I felt the cool kiss of an alcohol swab to help the tape stick.

“We have to give your skin a minute to dry and cool,” he said almost clinically.

Somehow, the detachment turned me on more than anything. Nick was in his element, gathering information, utilizing it, taking care of me. All strong suits.

“But while we wait — ” He rubbed the backs of my thighs and I found myself gasping. I hadn’t realized how incredibly tight my hamstrings were until his nimble fingers started to work them.

“Oh, my God, that feels so fucking good,” I groaned.

“And we’re not even to the good part yet,” he said.

He kissed my ass cheek and I jumped.

“Easy, lady. Now let’s see. First, we pull off the backing. Stretch it. Back off a little — ” He talked aloud to himself and then I felt the tape come down on my lower back. He smoothed it with his hand and made sure it was fully on. “Now we repeat that with the second piece. Higher or lower?” he asked, pressing his fingertip firmly to my back. I bristled when he pressed above the existing tape. “Above it is,” he chuckled.

Then the second piece was on and I was enjoying his warm hand smoothing it down. I stayed there, relaxing my body after my long, cold run.

He went on, imitating the man’s voice. “And when that’s done, then you can test the pussy.”

Laughter ripped out of me when I felt Nick pressing his hard cockhead to my wetness. I stayed still, only moving to part my legs just a bit farther. I wanted to see this play out.

He gripped my hips with a light touch, barely holding me. It was a pleasant feeling, his hands resting there. He pushed a little harder and slid into me a bit more.

“Wet,” he said. “If I can just get my dick in there all the way, I can get you even wetter.” He continued to imitate the soothing voice of the online instructional video. “If I can just work it in slowly. Get it in all the way. Find the right rhythm for the athlete’s pleasure and mine.”

I’d stopped laughing because what he was doing felt so good. His cock slid into me a little more, entering me by increments. I spread my legs wider and felt his hands on my hips grow a bit heavier, his grip a bit tighter.

He started to thrust a little faster and I stayed still, letting him fuck me. Not moving. Not even moving to slide my hand down and play with my clit. I simply laid there, relaxed, while he moved in and out of me.

He put his big, warm hands atop the tape he’d applied to my back. Something about the pressure without grip turned me on. I let out a little moan so he’d know I liked it. I liked it a lot. I pushed back just a little. Just enough to get him deeper. I clenched my thighs slightly and redirected his cock’s friction. It was perfect — lovely — hitting all the right places. Another moan and I wanted to put my hand between my legs and stroke myself. But I didn’t want to break the spell of what was happening.

Nick withdrew quickly and I gasped. “Well, the tape is on,” he said.

I groaned as I stood. “Are you really going to just leave me like tha — ”

He was unbuttoning his pants. He grinned at me. “Get on the bed, love.”

I exhaled with relief and took the towel off my head. I climbed on the bed and piled four thick pillows beneath my belly to mimic the way I was able to rest on the edge of the bed. Nick got behind me and slid the tip of his cock along my folds. “Did you like that?”

The coyness in his voice said he already knew the answer. I nodded and stayed silent.

“Tell me. Come on. I’m not putting it back in until you say it.”

I whispered, “I liked it.”

He pinched my ass and it made me jump. “Hey!”

“Say it so I can hear it,” he said.

“I liked it,” I said louder. “A lot,” I added.

He pushed forward, entering me easily. I groaned again. So fucking good.

“That’s what I like to hear. I aim to please,” he chuckled.

I rested on my pile of pillows and felt his cock brushing that perfect wet spot inside me again. Every time he hit it, I whispered, “Yes — yes — yes — ”

My fingers glided over my clit quickly, easily. My pussy grew tighter. I was so fucking close I could hardly stand it.

He teased my back hole with his thumb, not pushing it in, but simply pressing against it. Somehow, that small amount of pressure bumped up the fullness in my pussy. His cock slid into me once more and I came, growling like a beast, clutching the pillows with my restless fingers.

“There it is. That’s my girl. Wet like the goddamned ocean.”

He grabbed my ankles, yanked, and forced all my weight onto the pillows. He fucked me faster while stroking his fingers over my tape. “Back okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Yes, yes, back is fine. Keep going,” I managed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

Nick leaned his weight over me, braced himself, and fucked me hard and fast. Still letting off aftershocks of orgasm, my body rallied and I felt myself growing wetter.

“Are you going to come again? It sure feels like you’re going to come again,” he said.

“I am, I am — keep going.”

He did. No more words, no more questions. He just fucked me, taking me the way he had to, fast and hard.

I came again, my body growing rigid beneath him and he said, “Fuck. There it is — ”

He came with a long exhalation and then moved off of me. “And that’s how you apply the tape,” he said, mimicking the man from the video. Then he touched my hair. “Didn’t want to hurt you. Did I hurt you?”

I rolled to my back and laughed. “If two orgasms and some sports tape signifies that you hurt me, yes. You hurt me real good.”

He put his arm around me. “Smartass.”

I woke up and the temperature was 40 degrees. I was going to run. I shouldn’t run. If Nick were home he’d tell me not to run. If I were another person, I’d advise me not to run. But the pull of three or so miles in the crisp morning air and sunlight was too much for me.

I grabbed my favorite fleece leggings and pulled them on, careful not to let the tape on my lower back roll. I grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it on, remembering the night before with Nick. The sex. How good it was.

When I looked in the mirror, I was blushing. “Stop thinking dirty thoughts,” I told the woman in the mirror, but we were both grinning.

I’d had the bonus of sex after a great run yesterday; maybe that would fuel me on a day I was supposed to be using as a rest day.

I laced my shoes, found a beanie and sunglasses, and hit the road. “Just three and a half miles,” I said to myself.

Let’s see if I could stick to it.

I took the first mile easily, remembering Nick nudging his cock into me after taping my back. Reliving it to the music piping into my head was a lovely way to get lost in the miles. The second mile I pushed myself a little, thinking of him grabbing my ankles and yanking me flat on my support pile of fluffy pillows. My pussy was wet, my mind miles away. When I felt that first twinge of discomfort in my hips, I didn’t pay any attention. A rap song with a pounding bassline piped through my headphones and I remembered how good Nick felt inside me.

When my hip gave me that first bad jolt of pain, I yelped and looked at my activity monitor. My three and a half miles had somehow turned into almost five.

“Shit,” I said. I stopped and walked home slowly, taking a few laps around my block to cool off. The pain let up significantly but was still there, aching and nagging like a toothache.

It was going to be fun explaining this to Nick.

At home, I took care of some work with ice on my hip. My hope was that by the time Nick rolled in, I’d be fine like wine.

But he came home early.

“What’s this?” he said, poking his head in my office and scaring the holy hell out of me.

“I — um — it’s — ” I hadn’t been prepared.

“Did you run today?” His eyebrows narrowed and his mouth turned to a tight, disapproving line.

“Maybe,” I blurted.

He came into my office and removed the ice pack. He pressed his fingers to my hip. He knew me well, even where my injuries occurred. He pressed hard and I yelped loudly.

“Jesus,” he said.

“It was so nice,” I said in way of defense.

Oddly, that bright, sudden stroke of pain had brought back memories of our excellent sex the day before and I found myself aroused again.

My pulse beat wetly between my legs as I watched him study me, his face still very disapproving.

“Are you done what you were working on?”

I nodded, licking my lips as I studied his full mouth, his beard, his dark brown eyes.

“Come in the bedroom and let me tape that. That one we did enough times I remember it by heart. The starfish pattern,” he said, smiling.

“More like an asterisk,” I said.

“Tomato, Toe-mah-toe,” he said, holding out his hand.

I rose slowly, went to him, and took it. “Lead the way.”

“You know I should spank your ass for running today.”

I smiled. “That would only encourage me.”

“Promise me,” Nick said, walking hand in hand with me. “No running tomorrow. None. Nada. Zip.”

I nodded. “I promise.”

And this time I meant it.

In the bedroom, he nodded to the bed. “Take off your socks and pants. Assume the position,” he said. “You know it.”

And I did. I laid on my left side and pulled my leggings down to expose my right hip. Nick grabbed the tape. I found that my pulse was beating steadily not only in the expected places but in my cunt, too.

I didn’t say anything. He was probably pissed at me, and rightly so.

“Right, let’s do this, my stubborn one.” He swabbed the area with an alcohol wipe and laughed when it brought forth a rash of goosebumps.

When it was dry, he ripped the first strip and applied it after poking my sore spot so he could locate the center.

“Ouch!”

“That’s what you get.”

Wetness slipped from my pussy, but I stayed silent.

He laid the second strip to form a cross, then put the final two over that in an X. I was done. Nick rubbed the asterisk on my hips with his warm hand to get the adhesive to stick well.

He studied me, cocking an eyebrow. He kept my gaze and bent his head to kiss the center of the tape.

I smiled.

He pushed his fingers between my thighs from behind, then slipped one inside me.

“Are you, perhaps, turned-on, honey?” He wiggled that finger deep inside me and it stole my breath.

“Possibly,” I said.

“You shouldn’t be rewarded for being bad.”

“But what if I swear to be good tomorrow and the next day as well?”

He acted as if he was considering it, but I could tell by his face he had every intention of fucking me.

I finally exhaled when he stood and took off his boots and then his jeans. He stripped while I laid there, watching.

“Off with the shirt,” he said.

I struggled to take it off and he watched calmly, enjoying my struggle. I stuck my tongue out as I tossed my sweatshirt at him.

He snatched it from the air with one hand, shook his head, and dropped it on the chair.

“I should deny you the amazing sex, you know. Make you suffer.”

“But you won’t,” I said, looking over my shoulder at him.

His gaze strayed to my ass and he shook his head. “I won’t.”

He got on the bed behind me, raised my leg a few inches, and held it there. “Does that hurt?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He tilted his hips forward, entering me slowly. I groaned. He was going so slowly it made me crazy.

“Patience,” he said.

“Never heard of it,” I joked.

He began to rock against me, his cock sliding in and out at the perfect angle. I wasn’t averse to missionary, mind you, but when Nick fucked me from behind, there was something magical about it. We fit together well that way. It made for some eye-rolling orgasms and memorable sex.

He held my leg firmly, thrusting into me deeply. I pushed back, grinding against him, getting the perfect angle.

“I’ve thought of us fucking about a million times today,” I confessed. “Thought about it yesterday. You inside me. Me coming. The way you feel when you’re buried balls-deep in me and I reach orgasm.”

He growled and I kept talking. “I didn’t intend to hurt myself, but I’m not complaining about the bedside manner, that’s for sure.”

He chuckled and raised my leg a smidge more. Then he pounded into me, the bed shaking with the effort.

I reached down, giving my clit a few small easy strokes, and that was all it took. I came with a groan, my pussy spasming deliciously around his driving cock.

Nick pulled free of me and rolled me to my back. He pushed my thighs apart and got between them. I arched my hips up, realizing where this was headed. His mouth came down on me, wet and lovely. He sucked my tender clit until I could hardly breathe and then gave it a few lazy swipes with his tongue. I came again.

He pushed my thighs wide and slid into me. Eye to eye, belly to belly, he fucked me. I craned my neck to kiss him and he kissed me back. I played dirty and bit his lower lip. That sudden burst of pain did it. He came, groaning against my neck.

He whispered in my ear. “You know if you run the next two days I’m not fucking you.”

“I know.”

“But if you keep your word — ”

“Yeah?” I asked, kissing the side of his head.

“I might have to keep on top of this tape thing. Make sure you’re well taken care of. If you get me.”

“I get you,” I said. “And I will be a complete angel.”

He snorted. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”