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Her face flushes. “But we only had sex last night.”
“Yes, and now you’re in my bed, wearing only a T-shirt, with a bare arse and no bra, and you smell amazing, and I want to make the most of you while I have you, so stop complaining and take the T-shirt off.”
“Make me,” she says.
“Oh-ho, it’s going to be like that, is it?” I grab her and roll her beneath me, then easily strip the T-shirt off her so she’s lying naked on the sheet. It’s pleasantly warm in the room, but her nipples have stiffened to hard points, and I chuckle as I kiss down to one and suck it.
She moans and writhes, and I sit back on my heels and reach over to my bedside table. “You’re going to have to learn to stop wriggling unless you want to be tied down,” I inform her. Finding the bottle of massage oil, I bring it back, then lean over her. “Unless that’s what you’re hoping for.”
She looks up at me, and she has that look on her face again, as if I’ve turned into the star of her favorite movie. God, I hope she never stops looking at me like that.
Sitting back on my heels, I show her the bottle. “Edible,” I point out.
“Oh dear,” she says.
I smirk. “Turn over.”
“Take your boxers off first.”
“Are you giving orders now?”
“Please?” She pouts.
I laugh and take them off. My erection springs free, ready for action, and her eyes widen. “Ignore it,” I tell her. “I don’t have any control over it. It’s going to have to wait.”
She laughs and rolls over, resting her head on her arms. I straddle her legs, trying not to think of all the things I could do to her in this position, then pick up my phone. Pulling up the playlist I put together for this session, I set it playing, and Jack Johnson begins singingBetter Together. I put the phone back on the bedside table, then pour some of the oil onto my hands. Rubbing them together, I warm the oil up, then place them on her shoulders.
Slowly, I begin to massage her. I’m no expert and this isn’t a physio session—this is about connection, about being sensual and sexy, so I keep my touch light, and just enjoy the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers.
I straighten each arm in turn and stroke them, following with my mouth, kissing her palms and sucking her fingers, before bending them back beneath her. I use a little more pressure on her shoulders, but I’m gentle as I caress around the love bite, placing tender kisses over it. Smoothing the oil down her back, I work either side of her spine, running my fingers up her ribs to the sensitive skin under her arms, and scolding her when she wriggles.
Shifting to the other end of the bed, I work on each foot, sliding my fingers and then my tongue between her toes, up the insteps, and around her ankles, then knead her calves and the backs of her thighs. By this point she’s giving long sighs with each stroke, and when I finally reach the plump muscles of her bottom, she twitches and groans as I place my now-warm hands over them and massage. I stay here a while, stroking down her back, over her bottom, and down her thighs, then back up again, and by the time I ask her to turn over, I’m as hard as a rock, and finding it increasingly difficult to control myself.
She lies with her arms above her head, and her cheeks are flushed now, her lips parting as I sit astride her hips. With the root of my erection pressing against her mound, I turn the bottle of oil upside down. I drizzle it from the hollow at the base of her throat down between her breasts, and she gasps.
“You’re supposed to warm it first,” she scolds.
“I forgot.” I watch her soft nipples tightening, desire coursing through me. This is backfiring big time.
Still, I continue, stroking over her arms and around her shoulders, then finally down over her breasts. Her nipples have softened again, and they’re like velvet beneath my fingertips, as I stroke and squeeze them, tugging slightly until she’s squirming beneath me.
“Lie still,” I scold, and she moans.
“I can’t.”
Moving off her to the side, I pour more oil on my hands, lots and lots of it, so it runs over my palms and dribbles over both of us, and now she’s wet and shiny and so am I as I stretch out beside her, our skin sticking together and peeling apart with a delicious sucking sound. I smear the oil across her bottom lip with my thumb and then kiss her hungrily, too fired up to go slow. She opens her mouth to me, though, and our tongues tangle, while I slide a hand over her breasts, then continue down to between her legs.
I drizzle some more oil there and begin to massage it in. My fingers slide easily through her swollen folds, and we both groan.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I murmur, plunging my tongue into her mouth.
“I wonder why?” she asks when I lift my head. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“That’s the idea.”
Her eyelids flutter shut as I slip two fingers inside her. I move them in and out of her gently for a while, then ease them out. This time, I slide my middle finger further down to the tight muscle beneath, bringing the oil with it and massaging it over her skin.
Her eyes open and she gives me a wry look. “You promised.”
