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The next thing I feel is his strong hands kneading my ass, and that does make me gasp out loud. He works my flesh in a way that feels completely erotic, especially when I think about how he must be exposing me when he moves his hands apart. I find my legs falling just slightly open. I want him, and there’s no point in hiding that.
I almost protest when his hands disappear, until they slide up the sides of my body. Sean’s hands find my breasts and massage them from the side, and then I feel his gentle yet insistent persuasion to roll over. I find myself laying on my back in the dimly lit room, barely able to see much of anything, as Sean takes advantage of the moment to roll my breasts in his hands, squeezing and releasing.
I hear myself moan, unaware I was going to do it until the noise came out of my mouth. Then his fingers and thumbs flick over my nipples, making them rise to attention and drawing out a shuddering breath. The feeling of pleasure creates a warmth that shoots right down to the bottom of my stomach, pooling there, and I know I’m getting wet already.
A fact that is confirmed when Sean continues his massage between my legs, using his strong and sure fingers to caress, rub, and flick the same nerves that drove me wild last night. If I thought that was good, then it was clearly just the warm-up. Sean’s hands move faster this time, one of them tweaking my nipple until I can do nothing but gasp and moan, bucking my hips up to meet his hand, writhing uncontrollably.
Right here in the middle of the spa, in a room where anyone could walk in. There’s an erotic thrill to that, too. The thought that we’re doing something naughty, something we’re not supposed to…
And Sean clearly has a lot of problems with keeping his hands to himself as soon as we’re alone in a room together.
Those thoughts, along with the sensations all over my body that I can’t even describe, are driving me faster than ever towards a build-up of pleasure that has to be released. I find myself gasping his name as I let go, writhing on his fingers, feeling a total release of everything inside me. All the tension was already removed by the massage, and now it’s like my whole existence is only pleasure, nothing else.
I think this must be the best thing I’ve ever felt in all my life.
When I come down enough to open my eyes, it’s in time to hear Sean growling low in his throat as he thrusts my robe at me, apparently swept up off the floor.
“Get dressed,” he says, a tension in his voice that makes me sit up immediately. Have I done something wrong?
“Why?” I ask, ashamed to hear my voice trembling.
“Because I can’t hold off any longer,” Sean says, his voice a deep rumble. He catches me, taking my face into his hands and kissing me rough and hungry. “I need to be inside you right now. Come on. We’re going upstairs.”
I slip into my room, speechless, my heart racing inside my chest. I already reached my climax, and yet I feel ready again almost immediately, so turned on by his words I feel like if he touched me down there it would happen all over again. Instead, he waits until I’ve hopped down from the table and fastened my robe, tightening his around himself at the same time. Then he takes my hand and pulls me out into the hall, apparently not caring about leaving our clothes behind in the lockers as he tugs me towards an elevator near the changing rooms.
“Shouldn’t we…?” I ask, gesturing towards the doors we came through earlier. We’re both only wearing our robes, after all.
“No,” Sean says, his voice gruff. “I can’t wait any longer. It’s fine. This elevator is only for people using the spa, so no one will bat an eyelid that we’re riding it in robes.”
“Oh,” I say, which is all I manage to get out before the elevator arrives and he pulls me inside, hitting the button at the very top of the panel to make the doors slide closed. And the second they do, he pounces on me, pushing me up against the wall, and devours me with his kiss.
I’m utterly breathless by the time we reach the top floor and his suite, and he practically has to carry me out to the door. We move inside a huge space decorated lavishly and comfortably, but I barely have time to appreciate it as he shuts the door behind us and pounces on me again.
“Wait,” I say, panting for breath and pushing him back gently.
“What is it?” he asks, immediately frowning. “If you’ve changed your mind, I’ll understand.”
