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There it was, in black and white.
Specific instructions will follow next week. Remember Brooks.
“Adam, you need to see this,” I called.
He sauntered over, wiping his hands with a dish towel, and leaned down to read the message. “Well, now we wait.” He scratched the top of my back between the shoulder blades.
I scrunched my shoulders and leaned into his scratching. “Keep that up,” I purred.
He stopped too soon.
I closed the computer and moved to the couch.
Scrolling through the TV listings, I didn’t find much I wanted to watch, so I chose anotherFriendsrerun. As the episode ended and the next began, I was still waiting for Adam to join me.
I lay down on the couch. “Hey, what happened to the backrub you promised me?”
He appeared at the door a moment later.
I gave him my warmest smile. “I thought we were going to exchange backrubs.”
“That’s not the way I remember it.”
My smile melted into my best pouty face. I wasn’t above a little emotional blackmail at this point. “I thought you were a man of your word.”
He walked over with a sigh that signified defeat. “Scoot up.”
I did.
He pulled the back cushions off the couch before settling on my thighs.
I rested my hands above my head.
He began with a hard, deep massage of my shoulders. “You’re tight. Loosen up.”
I groaned a mixture of pain and relief as his powerful hands worked my shoulders and out along my arms. “You can do this every night.”
“Not part of my duties.” He worked his way down my back. “Lift up,” he said as he pulled the hem of my shirt up to my armpits. Just as quickly, he unhooked my bra and pulled my shirt back down.
“You can leave it up.”
He pressed extra hard down either side of my backbone. “This is better. I don’t want to rub your skin raw.”
I hadn’t considered that in my desire to feel his hands on me. I moaned as he ran the heels of his hands up and down my back with heavy pressure, alternating with occasional kneading, using his knuckles.
His roughness gave way to more gentle pressure, and quickly, the relief outweighed the pain.
Knots loosened, and I relaxed into the cushions with simple grunts each time he pressed down on me.
He shifted down farther. “Unbutton your pants.”
I lifted up, undid the button, and pushed the zipper down a bit.
Cool air hit my ass as he pulled my pants down to almost the bottom of my butt cheeks—farther than I’d expected. His knuckles worked on my lower back, hard at first, then more moderately.
I relaxed into the cushions, very glad to have asked for this.
He moved lower to massage my butt as well, and things were definitely moving into the risky zone. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled up the waist of my pants and took his hands off me. “Did that help?”
