He turns his head and looks over his shoulder right as I pull out the bottle of massage oil. His whole body goes rigid. “Uh, is that—lube?”
Considering the position I just told him to get into, the uncertainty in his voice makes a lot of sense. It takes me a heartbeat to add it up and when I do, I can’t smother a laugh. “Oh my god! No, it’s massage oil. I want to give you a back rub. I thought it would be nice.”
“Here I thought you planned on havingallmy firsts.”
I nearly choke on my own saliva. “Not unless you want me to.”
“I don’t know. It might be kind of hot.”
“Ass play? On you?” I really can’t tell if he’s just saying this or not, but either way, I’ve gone from turned on toif you so much as look at me, I’ll probably spontaneously orgasm.
“If you thought it was hot, I’d be down. Maybe something small at first, like a rim job.”
I burst out laughing while my nipples get hard enough to cut through my bra, shirt,andjacket. “Oh, is that all?Justa rim job?”
“If that’s what you wanted.”
“You don’t have to do things to please me, Wizard. This is for you. And… you already do. Please me. Make me happy. I—it’s all of you that I adore. Not just your body.”
“You’ve hurt my ass’s feelings, holding my brain and heart above it. How could you, Esme?”
Things haven’t been this light between us since we used to go over to his grandpa’s house together. Wizard’s always been funny with his dry, irreverent humor, but me? Most people would probably say I couldn’t find a sense of humor if it crawledupmyass. They’re wrong. It’s just that most people never got me. I never needed them to.
I was waiting for just one all along.
I shed my jacket and warm up my wrists, rolling my hands in small circles before I clasp my fingers together and start rotating and working my hands out.
“This is serious,” Wizard says as he watches.
“I mean to give you the massage of a lifetime. I thought it would go nice with strawberries and rose petals.”
“And champagne. We haven’t busted that out yet.”
“Wait until after the massage. You can flip over and I’ll drink it out of your belly button.” I’m kidding, but Wizard’s pupils blow straight out and his lips part. My heartrate is already on the verge of redlining, but it kicks up even higher.
Before I can change my mind about this and devolve the whole thing straight intofuckitterritory where all my clothes get stripped off, I squirt a bunch of the oil onto my palm and get on the bed.
I knee walk up to Wizard, then throw my leg over his lower back so I’m straddling him. He’s so broad even at his trim waist that I barely have any space for my legs above him. They’re stretched out about as wide as I can get without pulling a muscle.
I rub my palms together to warm up the oil, then brush them over his shoulders, fanning out in opposite directions.
He groans, making sexy sounds already. I go for choking on my spit, round two.
“I watched some videos about how to give a good back massage.”
“It’s so hot that you came prepared.” His voice drops, losing its teasing tone. “It really is incredible that you thought about all of this. I love it. Thank you.”
Choking? Nope. It’s just straight up impossible to swallow at all.
“You’re welcome.” I trail my palms over his shoulders, feeling for knots. I find a few under his right shoulder blade and dig my thumbs into the meat of his muscle. I work them in circles, getting my fingers in on the action, pinching and kneading. I turn my hands over when my fingers start to burn and get tired, applying pressure with my knuckles. “I wanted you to have this. I wanted to think of something wonderful, something that was entirely good, and give it to you.” I keep working his shoulders until my wrists and then my forearms start to burn.
I thought I was prepared to give the massage of a lifetime. I have no idea how people have the stamina to do this for a living.
I leave the knots alone and run my hand down Wizard’s back instead. I do the same for the other side, starting at his shoulder and heading all the way down, until I brush the waistband of his boxers.
He shivers beneath my touch. A few times, as I work his muscles with deeper strokes, his legs twitch. When I find a knot mid-back and attempt to work it out, his feet flex.
“Oh my god,” hemoans. “That feels so good.”
