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She heard the soft clack of a jar top being placed on the counter, the slick rubbing of his hands over each other as he applied the liquid to his hands. Scents of apricot and jojoba wafted through the room.
Then she felt his hands on her right foot, and she had to physically prevent herself from jerking it out of his touch. From the ball of her heel, to the sensitized pressure of his thumbs on the inset of her foot, to each and every single toe and in between, he caressed her slowly, easily. Sluggishly, the tension in her body ebbed away as he moved to her ankle, tracing the outer contour of her calf muscles. He applied the exact right amount of pressure, the correct wisp of his fingers that made her want to beg for more.
Yet, she kept silent.
Up and down, up and down he applied pressure, gliding his fingers gently along her skin, soothing her, until he came back to her toes. Switching to her left side, he did the same thing. She knew he was taking his time, allowing her to get used to his touch. And it was working. The emotional stress she’d felt walking into the building had just about eased away.
Lynae felt the towel move higher on her thighs to just below her ass, and she tensed. He moved to the right side of the table. Soon after, he rolled his hands over her skin and kneaded her thighs. Slowly, her taut muscles began to unwind.
It felt incredible.
He made continuous, rounded, soothing movements over her muscles. She felt one hand, then two, then one again. Jared knew exactly what he was doing. Either he was a masseur, or he’d gotten an expert crash course. Whichever it was, her body melted. To think this gorgeous man was here for her pleasure sent a sensual shudder through her pussy.
Could it get any better?
From one thigh to the other and back, again and again, he soothed and caressed her skin, and she became a pool of lust.
And although she was thoroughly relaxed, she couldn’t help but wonder who he was and how he ended up being a Pleasure Master, but resisted the urge to pry into his life and ask questions. What did she really care? She’d never see him again. Right? However, she couldn’t keep from speculating.
Did he have a wife…a girlfriend? Certainly not. If her fiancé had looked a tenth as good as Jared did, she’d be married to him and wouldn’t let him out of her sight.
He lowered the sheet back over her lower body and removed it from the top. He stood at the head of the table when Lynae felt just the tips of his fingers stroke her from waist to shoulder. Slight feather touches all over back. Broad, sweeping, sensual movements. Through his fingers, the sensation that he was communicating his deepest, most intimate feelings to her was mind-boggling. But that was impossible because they didn’t even know each other.
However, through his movements, emotions of tenderness, joy, and most of all, sexual need dipped into her soul. She wanted him. It was what this whole massage was all about. Making her want him, feeling comfortable enough, desiring him enough to want sex.
And boy did she.
Up and down, back and forth his hands moved over her back. Tender. Sweet. Sensual.
He bent low. “Turn over,” he said quietly in her ear, his voice sending shivers across her skin.
Oh goodness.
She was naked underneath the sheet. When she turned, she’d be exposed. Her breasts fully out there for him to see. Even though nervous flutters began to zing around inside her, Lynae did what he asked.
This is what you came here for, right?
He was still leaning over her as her gaze swung up to meet his. She closed her eyes.
“Look at me,” he commanded gently.
They popped back open.
Jared placed his hands over the top of her breasts, and they began to glide steadily downward between them. His fingers fanned out, and then his palms slid under her back, molding his hands around her body. Then, he pulled upwards, in a stretching motion, and the breath she was holding released in a whoosh.
“Do you like this?” he asked, never taking his gaze off of hers.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He lifted her upper body, just a little, then moved his hands back over her chest, over her shoulders, and down her arms. Leaning forward, he took her wrists and slowly lifted her arms and caressed up and down both at the same time before lowering them back to the table.
The next thing she knew, he was on the table with his knees on each side of her head.
“If at any time, you want me to stop, just use your safe word.”
No chance in that happening. “Okay.”
Jared smiled and leaned forward, careful not to press on her face or hair. He planted a soft, delicate kiss on her belly. From that spot, tingles, slow and hot, shot out to every edge of her body. More kisses…navel, hip, ribcage, the bottom round of both breasts.
