God, that makes me so warm inside and I am wishing so hard for a harp right now to ease his mind. “I can give you a massage if you want.” I don’t wait for an answer, just sit up. “Turn over. This will make you feel better.”
For a second I’m afraid he’ll reject me this way too, but after a slight hesitation he turns over onto his stomach and props his hands under his forehead. This makes the muscles of his upper arms look delicious enough to lick. I’m about to lean over and do it too.
“I think there’s some little lotion samples in the bathroom. Go get them.”
Ah, my bossy man is back. I like him better this way. I jump up and make my way to the bathroom in the dark.
“Leave the light off in there, I don’t want any lights on tonight. Just in case.”
“Just in case?”
“I think they’re under the sink.”
I drop it because I’m not interested in talking about bad shit right now. I find the little travel-sized bottles of lotion and grab three. I go back over to the bed, put two on the bedside table, and then twist off the cap. “Mmmm. This one smells like flowers.”
I straddle his thighs and my pu**y is instantly throbbing as the rough denim of his jeans presses against the sensitive area. Jesus, I’m going to regret this if he’s really not in the mood to f**k me tonight. I lean over his back and drip the lotion all over him. He sucks in some air through his teeth and mumbles something about it being cold. But then my hands take over and his mumbling ceases. I knead the muscles in his lower back first, moving my thumbs in an outward pattern. I’ve never given a man a massage before, but I’ve had lots of spa days at various resorts. So I know what feels good.
I work on that for a few minutes, then ease my way up his spine, being gentle in this area because that’s how I like it. When I get to his shoulders I have to reposition myself because I can’t reach. I straddle his waist this time, and he and I moan at the same time.
“Take your panties off, Harper,” he says in a whisper.
I roll off him and have those panties off so fast he barely notices. I straddle him again and this time he growls.
“You’re wet.”
“I am,” I say as I squirt some more lotion on his upper back this time. I begin working on his shoulders, gripping his muscles tight enough to make him moan and then easing up as I move down his arms. Each time I do that, I rock forward a little, rubbing myself on him. I’m not sure what that feels like on his end, but I’m in heaven and my desire is building.
“Do you like that, Harper? Do you want to get yourself off on me?’
I bite my lip. “Um, that’s not really what I was thinking…”
“I want you to. Rub your pu**y on me. I want to make my whole back wet with your come.”My mouth is making a little o-shape as this request echoes in my brain.
“Do it,” he says again. “Now. And don’t stop rubbing my shoulders. That feels f**king fantastic.”
I gulp a little air and resume his massage as I begin my own. I lean forward, gripping his shoulders as my pu**y glides against the dip in his lower back, and then when I move backwards, I slide my hands down his arms.
“Harder,” he whispers.
I’m not sure if he wants me to grind on him harder, or for me to massage him harder. So I do both. My hips begin to rotate back and forth, pushing on him, slipping back to the firm muscles of his ass, all the while I massage his shoulders. I have to lean way over in order to reach and this makes my br**sts lightly brush against his shoulder blades.
“Take that shirt off,” he demands after a few passes of my confined ni**les.
I have that shirt off so fast, he’s barely done speaking, and then I’m reaching under him to unbutton his jeans. He rises up on his knees for a moment, my body still lying across his, and my fingers frantically free his cock. Then he lies back down and I begin pulling on his pants until they are down far enough to allow him to kick them off.
And for the first time… I appreciate his body for what it is. A thing of pure beauty. I was surprised to find he had no tattoos when we first met. Killers and tattoos seem to go together.
But now I know why.
He is beautiful. His body is not a blank canvas. It’s a masterpiece. Adding to it would detract from its perfection.
I place my pu**y over the top of his ass again, leaning forward, letting my br**sts dangle down to caress his shoulder blades as I move my whole body back and forth across his chiseled back. My ni**les perk to attention and everything beneath me becomes slick with my own wetness and the heat we are creating. “Come, Harper. Come for me, baby.”
Our breathing becomes loud and heavy, ragged and on the verge of gasping as my belly rests in the curve of his lower back and I twist my hips and place my hand between my legs.
“No,” he whispers. “No hands, Harper.”
“This isn’t enough. I need more, James.”
He flips over so fast I lose my balance and fall over to the side of him. His hands wrap around my waist as his hard c**k pushes against the slit of my pu**y. I grind against him. “Put it inside me, James. Please,” I beg.
He pushes me up so I’m straddling his waist again, only this time I’m facing him and I can see the desire painted all over his face. “You’re not getting off that easy, soldier.”
“Please,” I pout.
He shakes his head and pulls me forward by my arms. “Come up here,” he whispers.