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"Trying is a good start."
"How do I do that?"
She lies down beside me again and drapes half her body over me. "Accepting intimacy is phase one."
"How many phases are there?"
"As many as you need."
I touch my finger to the tip of her nose. "Who came up with these phases?"
She smiles brightly. "Me."
"Uh-huh. I figured as much." I lay my arms on the mattress and take a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to relax my body. "I'm ready. Tell me what to do."
"Touch me, Gabriel."
"I thought this wasn't about sex."
She rolls her eyes. "Do you think 'touching' automatically means the sexual kind? I'm talking about intimacy."
"You'll need to help me out here. We seem to have different ideas about what 'touching' and 'intimacy' mean."
"Right. You're a rough-and-tough guy, and I'm giving you girlie explanations."
She genuinely wants to help me understand and experience intimacy. Nobody has ever cared so much about my emotional well-being. I could fall for this girl, I know it. Maybe I've already started that process. After all, I'm letting her boss me around. That must be a sign of…something.
The fact that I can't even think the words probably isn't a good sign.
"You're tensing up again," Sarah says. "Let me help you with that."
"How?"
She smiles with her lips sealed as she shimmies on top of me, getting herself situated on my lap. I'm still lying down, but she sits on my thighs with her hands resting on my lower belly. When I open my mouth, she wags a finger at me and shakes her head. I guess this must be the submission part of our bizarre ritual. She unbuttons my shirt, and her tongue pokes out between her lips as she focuses on the task. It's the cutest, sexiest thing I've ever seen. Then she spreads her palms on my chest and begins skating them around my torso in slow circles, pressing a little harder with every revolution until she's massaging my muscles. I can't help relaxing into her ministrations. I also can't stop myself from watching her fingersas they work my muscles. My dick starts to thicken, but she doesn't seem to care.
Sarah moves her hands up to my shoulders, pushing my shirt out of the way, and digs her fingers into my flesh to loosen up my tight muscles.
Damn, this feels good.
My eyes drift half-closed, but I don't want them to close all the way. I need to see everything she does and the look on her face while she does it.
The sexy angel unhooks the button on my pants and drags the zipper down.
"Uh, that's not going to relax me," I say. "It'll have the opposite effect. You're getting me turned on."
She rubs the hollows of my hips with her thumbs.
A deep groan resonates in my chest, and I swear all the blood in my body is flooding into my dick.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she says. "Tell me why you want that."
"Because you're getting me hot. I thought this little massage thing was supposed to relax me and help me accept intimacy. You told me it wasn't about sex."
"That's right, it's not. I haven't touched your dick or your balls."
A laugh snorts out of me. "Your criteria for not-erotic massage is that you haven't touched my dick or my balls? You are one weird chick."
"Ha-ha." She slides her hands up my belly. "Tell me why you want to fuck me, Gabriel."
