Heather settles and gathers her hair in one hand, pulling it over her shoulder. “Is that better?”
Her slender back beckons my touch, and thankfully with her request for a massage, I’ve been granted permission to explore at will. “Yes.” I run a hand over her golden-hued flesh. Her warmth travels up my arm and joins the heat my raging hormones have stirred in my chest.
Have I never relaxed enough around a woman to feel this way? I’ve given back rubs in the past, but none of them felt so…intimate. I squirt oil in one hand then place the bottle nearby. I rub my hands together to heat the liquid, the squishy noise sounding oddly erotic, conjuring images of slick bodies meeting at their privates. My dick pulses in response.
Damn, this is fun.
Sufficiently prepped, I lay my hands on her back and lean on her slight frame, using my weight to press into her muscles. “You’re tight.” A low murmur meets my observation. “Been stressed lately?”
A strangled gasp turns into a muffled laugh. “Yeah. Maybe a little.”
“Can’t have that.” I dig into her back, working out the tension until the muscles smooth under my hand. “I’ll loosen you up in no time.”
After a few minutes on her upper back and shoulders, I slide my hands down the slender curve of her spine, wanting to go lower but afraid I’ll get oil on her silky pants. “Heather?”
“Hmm…?” The content drawl of sound pulls a tug of accomplishment from me.
“You need to move your clothes down a bit so I don’t get oil on them.”
Without rising she reaches back and wiggles a bit, sliding her pants to her lower thighs, exposing the lush round curves of her bare ass. I clamp my mouth shut, locking the sigh of appreciation inside. The split peach of her bottom, tilted up on the pillows, begs to be kissed, or smacked…or screwed…maybe all three…or more.
She looks over her shoulder, gaze lingering on my obvious erection. “How’s that?”
“P…,” my voice hitches and I try again. “Perfect.”
She’s got to know she’s driving me freakin’ insane, right? It’s not that she’s teasing me so much as arousing me beyond what I’m used to. Heather turns her head away, shifting her hair to the other shoulder.
I skim a hand down the dip of her back and cautiously palm one bare cheek. The heat radiates from her skin, enticing me to squeeze gently.
“Nice,” she purrs. “Use more oil on my low back.”
Oh, her butt is her low back, now? Is that what we’re calling it? I smother a smile, reaching for the oil and squirting a small pool in between the dimples above her firm cheeks. We can call it whatever she wants as long as I get to rub it.
Boldly, I slide both hands down over her bottom, smoothing the oil as I go. I grasp and knead her heated flesh, picturing my shaft rubbing forward and backward between the globes. In my eagerness, I’ve scooted closer and the tented material over my arousal nudges her side.
“Go lower.”
Lower? If I do that I’ll be rubbing between her cheeks, delving into the moist folds near the pillow. Excited to follow her request, I curve one hand inward, exploring downward. My inquisitive fingers encounter her slick arousal and my cock jerks.
“That’s it. More. Put those fingers inside me.”
Needing no further encouragement, I do exactly as she bids, sliding in two fingers, gradually working them until they sit to the hilt. I steadily draw them back and then in, moistening my skin more with each pass.
Her hips lift off the pillow and she wiggles, driving herself firmly onto my hand. She moans, gyrating in a slow circle while I stroke her inner walls. The tight muscles cling to my fingers, making me wish it was my prick sliding inside her. She’d feel like a hot wet glove slipping over my skin.
One slim arm snakes under her side, hidden from my view. In a moment I feel her fingers rubbing below my hand, massaging her own clit while I pump in and out of her hot core.
“Faster.”
This time, the tone is not subtle. Her voice pitches louder and strength rumbles through it. I do as she says and increase my speed, wishing it was my hips between her legs instead of my hand.
Unreal! This woman taking control of her own pleasure by using me like a sex toy is incredibly erotic. She tosses her hair back to the other side, watching me while I lean over to work her tight hole.
“Open your pants.” I pull my hands away, eager to comply. “Eh! Do it one handed. I didn’t say you could stop touching me.”
The sharp command in her voice pushes me higher. It’s a struggle, but I manage to continue pleasuring the little vixen and lower my pants and briefs in due time. The cooler air in the room feels good against my engorged flesh. Her eyes widen when she sees my length, a hint of lust darkening their depths.