Not that I was about to complain. I could've stood there looking at her for the full thirty minutes and not gotten my fill, but I could hear the clock ticking in my head. Tick, tock, tick tock.
"That's not going to work," I murmured, sitting on the bed next to her. "I'd like you to lay on your stomach."
Her eyelids fluttered and then opened, revealing fearful brown eyes. "Why?"
"What do you think is about to happen? I'm not going to climb on top of you and bounce around for half an hour with my fingers crossed. We have to get you relaxed or there's no question I'm going to fail."
"It wouldn't be your fault. I'm the failure," she muttered turning her face away.
"I'm sure the guys you've been with have let you take the blame. Makes them feel better, but the fact is, you can have an orgasm. You clearly like being touched, and your body is really responsive. We just have to get you past the mental blocks in your way. First step? Relaxing."
I pressed her down on her belly and she let me. Face down, the view was just as distracting. Her ass was firm and round and almost bare, save for the tiny triangle of peach lace covering it. "Your body is beautiful," I said, and reached out to trail a finger over her shoulder, and then down her spine. I moved closer and leaned over her until I could cup both of her shoulders in my hands. She stiffened instantly but, after a few seconds, some of the tension left her. Stay non-threatening, take it super slow and whatever you do, don't look at the clock.
I dug my thumbs into the muscles alongside of her shoulder blades and she groaned. "You’re all knots."
She made a muffled noise against the pillow and then turned her head. "It doesn't hurt at all. I just didn't realize I was so tight."
I repeated the maneuver and she groaned again and laughed.
"Sorry. I'll try to be less noisy."
I was trying to relax her so I wasn't about to tell her that that was the last thing I wanted. In fact, the noisier the better. If, by the end of this thirty minutes, she was still quiet, I was going to pitch myself down that busted elevator shaft in the hallway.
I worked on her muscles, staying in the same spot until I could feel the knots melting away before moving lower. Her skin was so soft, it was a pleasure to touch her, and I was having the time of my life, if it wasn't for that niggling thought in the back of my head.
Tick tock.
Five minutes later, though, her breathing had slowed and her flesh was warm and pliable under my fingers. She was definitely relaxed. I would've loved to finish the massage. To keep rubbing her until she was a mass of goo, but now I had to take it the other way and un-relax her. Get her tense again, but in all the right places for all the right reasons.
I slipped my hands lower until they were right above her ass and kneaded in and down with the heels of my palms, pressing her hips into the mattress. She let out a tiny sigh and her hips wriggled for a split second before going stock still again. I repeated the move, letting my hands drift lower to palm her ass and again press her against the bed. This time, her breath caught and the wriggle was more distinct.
I climbed down to the bottom of the bed so I was behind her now, and she moved to roll over but I pressed a staying hand on the small of her back. "Not yet."
I nudged her legs open until I could rest between them. I was close to the motherland then and my dick, which I'd been trying desperately to keep on lockdown by pretending I was giving an athlete a rubdown, came throbbing to life. There was no tricking it now. He sensed heaven was near and he wanted in.
I ran my hands up and down the backs of her thighs in the lightest touch I could manage. Goosebumps broke out on her skin, so I did it again.
"Does that tickle?" I asked, knowing it didn't but wanting to hear her voice. Needing to gauge whether I should take things further or whether she needed more time.
"N-no. Not tickle, exactly."
The next time I did it, I let my thumbs skim perilously close to her panty line, dipping between her thighs, so close to her pussy that I could feel the heat radiating there. She gasped and a shiver shot through her.
"Your legs are fantastic," I muttered, sliding my thumbs even closer now, but careful not to make direct contact. She shifted restlessly against the blanket and my cock pulsed in time with her movements. Visions of her getting onto all fours and me sliding that scrap of lace to the side and sliding my cock in deep ran through my head on an endless loop. I had to close my eyes for a minute to get it together.
"That feels-"
She broke off and let her legs fall open wider. I took that as an invitation to get closer with each pass as her thighs shook more and more. By the time I ran both thumbs over that hot, lace covered slit, I wanted to roar with the satisfaction of it. She jerked so hard she nearly knocked me off the bed.