5
Ismile. “Sure. But it’s not turning into anything more. Don’t get any crazy ideas.”
His impish grin is anything but innocent when he tells me he won’t.
“Okay…” he starts, “the pajama top needs to go.”
I stare at him for a second or two, biting my lip. I don’t like where this is going. I’m already aroused. I’m never going to be able to resist him if I’m half naked with his hands all over me. I realize that I should have never agreed to this. But on the other hand, I really do like the idea of a back rub.
I turn from him and oblige. I hug my small breasts as I head toward the bed.
He grins. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, Corrie.”
I smile. “I bet you don’t miss my A cups. You’ve probably been shoving your face in C and Ds.”
He settles on the bed, next to me. “Nope… I’m more of a one handful kind of man.”
I laugh. “You’re so full of it. All men like big boobs… it’s a fact. And you know as much as I do, I don’t even have a handful’s worth.”
“Well, I still miss ‘em,” he says. “And the rest of you.”
As soon as his warm hands are on me, I sigh. I can’t help it. His touch feels so good, and I’ve missed it. Five minutes… sigh. I want more. I want his hands all over me.
“How’s this?” he asks, knowing quite well that it’s fucking amazing.
“Meh,” I say. “I’ve had better.”
He laughs as he draws circles around my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my back. “So not as good as the masseuse you see every month? What’s her name again?”
“Leila,” I tell him. “She’s much better than you.”
He slides a finger slowly down my spine. When he encounters the band of my pajama pants, he pulls them lower over my rear. His finger travels down to the tip of my ass crack. “I bet she doesn’t do that.”
Damn him. Damn him and his magic fingers.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice ragged. “God, I love your back. I’ve always loved your back.” He drags his hands along the curves of my waist, and lowers himself onto me. He presses a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.
His touch travels straight to my core, all the way down to my sex. I want him to explore me further, but I know exactly where that will lead. And I really do need to move on. “Um… I think we should set a few rules for this massage… no kissing, and no escaping the boundaries of my back.”
“If you insist,” he says, his words playful. “Up to you.” His fingers dance across my lower back, so close to my sweet spot. He knows as soon as he strokes my ass, it’s game over for me. I’ll be begging him to fuck me within a minute. “I could cross the boundaries and make you feel so good, Corrie,” he tells me softly. “But that’s up to you.”
I sigh. Why is he being so manipulative? I’m determined to appear unaffected. “No, this is fine.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, sliding a finger under the band of my pants, teasing me. I close my eyes and let myself enjoy his touch for a moment. I’m tired. I’m weak. I’ve had a tough week, and I just want a release. Maybe just this once. One last time?
But I’ve been doing so well. I was so proud of myself. Fifty-one days now. The longer I go, the easier it will get. But God, it would feel so good…
Maybe I can still let him pleasure me without going all the way.
He’s still teasing, a finger sliding back and forth under the loose band of my pants. “With your permission, I could pull these down and rock your world, baby.”
God…
“Uh… yes, you could,” I say, my voice small.
“What was that?” he teases. “I can barely hear you.”
“I said that yes, you can pull off my pajama pants… if you like.”
