Jaime moans softly as you massage his shoulders. Grabbing your thighs for comfort. He laid on the couch as you straddle him. You don't understand why he's always tense.

"Baby...please, you don't hav-ah..."

Jaime whimpers. He doesn't like it when you do things for him, he wants to take care of YOU. Wants you to do absolutely nothing but relax. Sure, he enjoys your massages but he wishes he could do more than just stare up at you. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on it.