Page 127 of Never Forget

“You’re doing something to me,” he says, dragging his foot out of my hands before pressing it lightly into my groin. My hips shift, grinding into the wet slope of his foot as he slowly rubs it up and down my shaft, growing hard again under his touch.

“If you don’t think I’ll fuck your feet and love every second of it, you’re dead wrong,” I tell him. “I have no shame and no boundaries when it comes to you. Every fucking inch of you is perfect. There isn’t a part of you, from the tip of your toes—” I lift his foot from the water and press a kiss to the pad of his big toe. “—to the top of your head.”

“I’m not kink-shaming you or anything, but I don’t think humping the top of my head sounds very sexy.”

“Hmm. Maybe.” I look down at his foot again. “You’re getting pruney.” My tongue darts between his big and second toe, causing him to let out a sharp squeak and pull his foot back, laughing.

“Never do that again,” he says, standing. Then he reaches a hand down, presumably to pull me up, but I rather like the view from down here. Instead of standing, I push to my knees and suck the head of his heavy, half-hard cock into my mouth like a noodle. He laughs again, then groans, one hand resting on my shoulder as I coax him to harden in my mouth.

Just when his hips are starting to twitch, reflexively thrusting into my mouth, Naz pulls back. “Nope,” he says. “Get out of the tub.”

With an exaggerated pout, I stand and climb out of the tub. Naz grabs us towels, but doesn’t use them to dry us off, instead laying them on the ground in front of the fireplace.

“Lay down,” he orders, stepping away to dig through a basket of items I’m assuming he had delivered.

“Sunny side up or down?”

He laughs. “Uh, down, I guess.”

“Not sure I can lie on this thing,” I say, looking down at my erection.

A pillow hits me in the face, then another one.

“Oh, so these things do have a use?”

“I’m not sure it’s the intended use, but they’ll do. Now lie down.”

Shooting him curious looks over my shoulder, I do as he says, using a pillow to pad my groin, and another under my head. I flinch when something wet splashes between my shoulder blades, then down my spine, over my ass, down one leg, and up the other.

“What is that?” I ask. “It smells good.”

“Coconut oil and shea butter.”

Starting at my feet, Naz massages up each of my legs, expertly digging his thumbs and the heels of his hands into every muscle and tendon. By the time he makes it to the backs of my thighs, his fingers dipping between my legs to brush against my balls, I’m starting to rock into the pillow.

I’m not sure I’m going to make it through this when he starts massaging my ass. How can something feel so good and so torturous at the same time? Every time his thumbs or fingers rub through my crease, I think I might say fuck the rest of the massage and maul him instead. But every time I wiggle too much, he smacks me, and that’s fun too.

My muscles melt under his touch, and eventually I forget to anticipate anything but the relaxing feel of his hands on me. It’s still erotic as all get-out, I’m still achingly hard, and I still want him inside me, but it becomes less urgent.

Until he decides I’m not horny enough and straddles me while he works his hands slowly up and down my spine. His cock bounces against the small of my back, and when he moves down to work my lower back muscles, it notches itself right between my oiled-up cheeks.

I moan into the pillow, biting down on it to keep from screaming Just fuck me already! I don’t want to ruin his sweet gesture, but this is driving me insane.

And he knows it. Of course he does.

My ass cheeks clench the next time his cock nestles perfectly between them. Naz’s hands move to my glutes, massaging them in circular motions, pushing my cheeks together. One slow thrust is all it takes.

I unclench my jaw from the pillow and whimper. “Please. You’re killing me.”

“Like this?” he asks, pulling back and thrusting again.

“Mmph. Yes.”

A little more massage oil trickles down the cleft of my ass, and then he’s back, heavy, oiled, sliding through my cheeks and over my hole. My back arches, trying to push back and get even more friction.

“Put it in me,” I beg, my voice choked with need. “Don’t stretch me first, just go slowly. I want you inside me, please.”

There’s a moment of hesitation, then I feel the heavy pressure of his crown pressing against my hole.