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“Mmmmm…” she moaned, squirming into the bed. “Right there…”
I twisted down with the heel of my palm, giving the small of her back just the right amount of pressure. Sammara was sprawled face-down across her own bed, breathtakingly naked. She squirmed beneath the touch of my oiled hands as they glided over the warm surface of her well-oiled body.
“You’re the absolute best at this,” she groaned into her pillow. “You know that?”
I laughed, making tight circles with my thumbs. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”
She turned her head sideways, her golden hair falling over her perfect face. “It would definitely be in my best interests to lie,” she agreed. “But right now I’m telling—” She sucked in a sharp breath. “Ooohhh.. Yes!”
I listened to her moan a few moments longer before clearing her throat. “Right now I’m telling the truth…”
It was always hot, admiring her body. Especially prone like this, every last curve laid out at my fingertips. My gaze dropped again, back to her magnificent ass. She had a magnificent everything really, but I was gradually learning I was an ass man before anything else.
“Harder…”
I applied more oil, then more pressure. She jumped at both.
“Oh my God, Kyle…”
It was truly amazing, finding her the way we did. Plucking her from a seemingly endless sea of imperfect candidates, for our over-the-top, borderline crazy arrangement.
And yet the arrangement wasn’t actually so crazy. The four us shared a long string of failed relationships. Duties, extended tours, sudden deployments; these things were a way of life for anyone in the armed forces. They put a strain on even the best relationships, even the strongest of marriages.
But for Army Rangers like us? It was an even tougher thing to deal with.
Sharing a single partner — rather than the four of us trying to keep four women happy — seemed just crazy enough to work. But it would have to be a special kind of woman. Someone who could put aside the taboos associated with being shared without jealousy, someone who could grow to love four people equally, and receive their love too.
“My ass again?” Sammara giggled. “You’re back there already?”
I smiled guiltily. “Gotta make sure I got all the knots out.”
I just couldn’t help it, her ass looked too good. The oil felt too slippery. Too hot.
She moaned appreciatively as I kneaded her two warm, symmetrical globes. My fingers dipped dangerously lower. As always, they began to explore.
“You know,” I said nonchalantly, “every time we swap massages, it starts and ends the same way.”
“It does?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Okay, let’s hear it.”
My hands glided into her thigh gap as I kneaded even lower.
“Well it always starts with you asking to go first… and promising to do me afterward.”
Sammara let out something that was half laughter, half sigh. “Well…” she purred. “Don’t I do you afterward?”
Shit. She had me there.
“Yes… but—”
“Then our arrangement is fulfilled.”
I heard her giggle, so I slapped her ass playfully with one hand. At the same time, my other hand slid slowly upward… until my fingers grazed the warmth and wetness of her sex.
“One day,” I said, letting my voice go low and seductive, “I’ll get my massage.”
