Playfully she downs the rest of the red wine.
“You do know wine is supposed to be savored and enjoyed slowly,” I say, with a grin on my face.
“Tell that to my achy muscles,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. This is the Alyssa I could fall head over heels for. She’s saucy, confident and so desirable I have to tell my dick to behave.
Yanking her up from the sofa, I urge her to the bedroom. “The best way to enjoy a massage is to get naked.”
A full laugh brightens up the room. “Now that’s a corny line.”
I give her what I hope is my charming oh-so-innocent look. “I can’t help if it’s true.”
At the store I also bought battery powered candles so I flick the switch on them and enjoy the look on her face.
“You, Blake, have thought of everything.”
I didn’t think of everything but I certainly stocked up with more condoms and some lube. Nothing fancy in that department when there’s only one drug store in town.
“I like to be prepared,” I say, truly meaning it. “So strip.”
She sits on the bed and pulls off her sneakers. “I feel weird stripping by myself.”
I yank off my shoes, whip my shirt over my head and plant a hungry kiss on her lips. “I’ll join you.”
A man could fall down a well for the grin Alyssa delivers. “Thanks. I’d like that.”
When we’re both naked I urge her onto the bed. I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out the massage oil I also purchased. I palm it between my hands to heat up the coconut scented oil and then lean over her.
She gasps when my lubricated palms slither over her back. I take my time with her muscles, gently coaxing the knots away. Her hair is obscuring her face but I can tell from the throaty moans and sighs coming from her she’s enjoying it.
With my knuckles I dig more into her lower back. She’s full of knots and while it might be painful she’s not complaining.
Only once she’s fully relaxed do I swipe her hair from around her neck to move it away from her face. I made sure the entire time my hands were all over her body that my dick wasn’t nudging into her. I know she’s not oblivious to my erection but the point of tonight was making her feel at ease.
“How you feeling?” I whisper into her ear.
She opens her eyes and it’s that sleepy, well-satisfied look I missed this morning when I awoke alone.
“You’ve got amazing hands.”
“Talented man, I am,” I reply, letting my right hand roam over her body. This time I don’t ignore her ass. I palm it and knead it and then kiss those plump cheeks of hers. The sigh she rewards me with is different than before. Passion sizzles my senses and I can’t resist leaning more of my weight on her.
“Spread your legs for me,” I urge.
She complies and I slip a hand down her ass, loving the feel of her curves and muscles. Her pussy is already wet so I slip a finger into her cunt, feeling her cream. I remove my finger so I can taste her.
“Is this part of the massage?” she asks, sounding breathless.
“This is the full package massage. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
I move my body so I’m now kneeling between her spread legs and then because I can’t stand another minute more without her on my tongue I delve face first into her. Bless Alyssa, who instantly widens her legs allowing me more leverage to get what I crave—her all over my face.
I flick her swollen clit and savor the taste of her on my tongue. She’s leveraged up more, providing me with full access and I take what she’s offering. Biting the insides of her thighs with love nips I suck hard on her cunt, loving her musky scent filling my senses. I lick and lap at her until she’s wiggling that ass of hers for more.
“Blake, please,” she cries.
“What do you want, Alyssa?”
“You.”
“What part of me do you want?” God I can be a prick sometimes. My fingers tease her slickened folds but I don’t indulge. I want her to say it. To spell it out.
She turns her head back to look at me. “I want you to fuck me. Give it to me now,” she says with grit and passion fueling her on.
I sink a finger into her. “Isn’t this good enough?”
I pump my digit hard into her, letting my hand settle over her ass as I repeat my actions.
“No. Yes. No. I mean. Christ, give it to me.”
“Give you my cock?” I ask playing dumb, while slipping another finger into her opening.
“Cock. Now,” she repeats and her voice has taken on a real gritty sound which I’m thinking is a great combination between pleasure and frustration.
Chuckling lightly I remove my fingers and open her legs wider, tilting her in the process with her head down toward the headboard. I reach over to the side table by the bed and grab a condom. With my teeth I rip open the package and sheath myself. And because I can’t stand another minute more without the feel of her around my dick, I plunge deep into her warmth.