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Archer rubs my feet next, thoroughly massaging between each toe and digging into my heels. My feet are usually sore from standing all day.
After he glides his palms up, he spreads my legs apart, slowly and torturously moving his fingers to my pussy. I wait with anticipation as he teases the flesh around my clit. I inhale sharply and keep my arms still like he instructed, but if he continues to play with me, I won’t think twice about grabbing his hand and moving it right where I need it.
“You’re tight here too, l'amoureux,” he says as he dips a finger inside.
“Mm-hmm.” I moan.
“Wet too.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Archer returns to my clit, rubbing lazy circles around it. The slow motion drives me insane, and I arch my hips, begging for more pressure.
“No moving, madame,” he reminds me, and I release a groan.
He swipes his fingers through my wetness, flicking and circling, slowly building me up before he stops. I grind my teeth in frustration, but he doesn’t take pity on me. Archer slides his hands up my stomach, leaving me aroused and unsatisfied.
After brushing his fingertips over my chest, he gets more lotion and thoroughly massages each breast. I pray he never stops touching me.
“Are you cold?” he asks in a teasing tone after pinching a hard nipple.
“Not exactly…” I jerk my hips again, and he stifles a laugh.
His hands roam over my shoulders and neck, softly covering every inch of me. I love that he’s taking his time, but right now, I want him to fuck me senseless.
“Alright, mon amour. Flip onto your stomach,” he demands.
Once I’m repositioned, he picks up body oil instead of lotion. The warmth drips onto my back, then his touch returns.
“Mmm…I like that.” I release a sigh when he kneads my tense muscles.
Archer takes my pleasure very seriously, focusing on every inch of my body. He squeezes between my shoulders, working out all the knots, then takes a second to wipe off his hands. Next, he rakes his nails through my hair and up my scalp. The sensation is so tingly, I nearly fall asleep.
When my limbs feel like they’re no longer attached, Archer brings his hand between my thighs. The surprise sensation nearly jolts me awake, and I release a long breath when his fingers touch my pussy again.
He flattens his palm to my lower back as his other hand returns to my clit. My wetness guides him right where I need him, and soon, he’s finger-fucking me deep and slow.
Breathing heavy at the intrusion, I move my hips with him, and he speeds up. Moments later, he thrusts his thumb inside my pussy while circling over my sensitive nub with the pad of his finger.
“Oh my God.” I try to gain my composure. The last thing I want is for him to stop.
“You like the massage?” he asks.
“Keep going,” I order.
“Don’t move those arms, and I will.”
Archer’s thumb pushes deeper, and I know I could come from the sensation alone. The movement has my clit grinding against the towel, pushing me closer to the edge.
“I’m so close,” I tell him as he rubs more oil in his palms.
“Just wait, chérie.” He moves his hand toward my ass, then pushes his thumb inside my tight hole. I gasp in shock as he slowly eases in deeper. “Relax, baby.”
He squeezes my butt cheeks with his other hand as he thrusts in and out, each time going farther. I breathe out when he enters, and eventually, my body relaxes.
“That’s my good girl. Trust me, l'amoureux.”
“I do,Raphaël.”
