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“One moreeffleurage, and you can turn.”
Sitting up, I bring my feet in front of me and slide down so my butt slides up and down the backs of his thighs. “Feel that?”
Another deep groan. “I’m feeling a lot of things right now.”
A laugh tickles my stomach, and I slide all the way off before crawling up his side and touching his shoulder. “Roll over now.”
He sits up, and his face is even with mine. He hesitates, meeting my gaze with hungry blue eyes, and I blink down to his lips. Our noses are almost touching, and I dip forward, pressing my mouth to his briefly before moving away, straddling his firm abdomen.
He leans back, watching me slide lower with a grin on his lips. His cock is a steel rod extending to his navel. Reaching up, I grip his shoulders as I slide higher, and our mouths meet. His hands are at his sides, but I cup the back of his neck, and this time our tongues curl and circle.
He lifts one hand, smoothing it up to the back of my neck before sliding it down to my ass, tracing his fingers along the line between my legs. A soft moan slips from my lips, and I arch to meet him.
I rest my elbow beside his shoulder, and we’re making out as I move my body, as he slides his fingers back and forth over my clit. I’m so hot and shivering with need, but I move away from that source of pleasure. Placing my pussy over his cock, I rock my hips back and forth, massaging his penis with my clit. It’s electric.
“Rachel,” he groans, dropping his head back as I continue moving up and down his erection.
His back arches higher, and I use my oiled-up hands to squeeze and massage his cock, passing my fingers over his mushroom tip and down his shaft as I rock my hips lower, against his balls.
“I’m going to come in your hands.” It’s a husky growl, and I feel his orgasm tensing his dick as I work him faster. “Put it inside you.”
“That’s not part of Nuru,” I tease, and he grips my ass in response as if he’ll do it himself.
Leaning forward, I rise onto my knees to lick his lips andslide my tongue with his once more, still holding onto his hard cock before lowering again and guiding it inside me.
“Oh,” I sigh as he spears my aching core.
I rock my hips again, and he sits up, gripping my butt in both hands and moving me up and down his length, pressing my clit against his lower belly so I get the right amount of friction on my most sensitive spot.
My head falls back, and his mouth covers my hard nipples, biting and sucking. Loud moans scrape through my throat, and he growls against my skin.
I want his mouth. Straightening, we kiss again, licking and making out. I’m utterly lost in sensation. Riding him, kissing him this way, and as we move faster, as our grinding grows hungrier, my orgasm spins tighter in my lower belly. He lifts me, and I rise onto my knees, whimpering, eyes closed as I chase the gorgeous release just within my grasp.
He moans, chanting my name, and all at once, the earth moves, shattering bliss rockets through my core. My body tenses, and I break into shudders. The orgasm is so hard it ricochets through me, down to the arches of my feet and up to the top of my head.
I’m enveloped in sparkling light, and he groans louder as he comes, jerking and releasing deep inside me. His loud, orgasmic moans thrill me, making me come a little more. I love the way he loses control with me.
We ride out these delicious waves together, wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing fast. We rock slower, gently hugging each other as we come down again, relaxed and so satisfied.
Blinking slowly, I lift my face to meet his eyes. They’re warm and brimming with affection, it almost makes me want to cry.How did this happen?
We didn’t even like each other when I arrived. Or maybe we always did, but for some reason we tried to fight it? All I know is in his arms is where I’m supposed to be.
“I’ve never done anything like that.” His voice is gentle. “I like you touching me that way. It was incredibly hot, but relaxing.”
“I guess that’s why they call it erotic massage.” I tease, sliding my nose along his cheek and kissing him softly.
His brow furrows. “But you did all the work. I have to massage you now.”
I’m logy and content, but if he’s feeling up to it. “Okay.”
“Get on your stomach.”
Exhaling a little laugh, I do as he says, stretching out on my stomach on the palette and resting my cheek on the back of my hand.
He lifts the oil bottle, and I sigh as he glides his large palms over my shoulders. It does feel so relaxing and loving the way he touches me. He’s not a trained masseuse, but he does a good job circling his thumbs over the muscles in my neck and shoulders.
“That’s good.” A smile lifts the corner of my mouth.
