I don’t have to wait long to find out the answer to that. As all the tension floods out of the muscles across my back, Marco’s hands finally brush across the top of the towel. He pushes under it a little, massaging the very base of my spine, and then…
And then his hands disappear, forcing a groan of disappointment out of my chest.
Marco chuckles, somewhere out of my range of sight. “Patience, bella,” he says.
I do have to admit that I am enjoying the massage, and I’m in no rush for it to be over. I try to do as he says, remaining in the moment only, not giving in to my impatience. It becomes a lot easier as soon as his strong hands touch my right foot, beginning to firmly massage my sole and arch. Now I moan again, in pleasure, feeling all pain slip away from three days of lots of walking, giving way only to bliss.
Marco makes his way gradually and carefully up my right leg, massaging my calve, my thigh. His hands begin to move closer towards the towel again, and I feel a prick of desire. Will he reach further? It only strengthens as he moves closer and closer until he’s massaging my thigh directly underneath my ass, so close I keep thinking his fingers will brush between my legs. The anticipation of it is almost agony until I can think of nothing else but how much I want him to touch me there.
But his hands move away again right down to my left foot, and I realize that I’m panting for breath, even squirming in place. I want him so much. But his calming touch on my leg brings me back down, leaves me relaxed and comfortable, even as I feel the heat between my legs that still screams for him to touch me.
His hands slip higher up my thigh again, and I realize I’m squirming still, moving my ass up and down in tiny movements that I can barely control. I almost expect Marco to start laughing at me, but he doesn’t. The atmosphere in the room is serious, so serious that I can hardly breathe, as his hands slip up towards the towel again…
And up, over the towel, then under, cupping my ass in each of his hands, squeezing and lifting. I gasp out loud as he massages my ass, feeling him spread me wide and then push my cheeks together, as the towel slips away from my body. I hear it hit the floor, leaving me fully exposed in front of him again, my legs parted from his massaging touch.
Just when I think he will tease me even further, his hand slips down, over my ass and lower, and dips into my wetness, making me moan and squirm in relief and desire, feeling the touch I’ve longed for.
Marco’s quick, strong fingers begin to work over me, performing the same motions his tongue did last night, making me feel as though I’m going to burst. It feels so good, and when his finger slips inside me, I gasp in surprise at both the motion and how amazing it feels to have something inside me, filling me like that.
I’m powerless to do anything but moan as he rubs me from both the inside and the outside, his careful fingers circling every bundle of nerves that makes me moan out loud, silently bringing me to a frenzy. I can’t help it – and before I even know it, I’m on the brink again, and then tumbling over it, ecstasy flooding my whole body, making me light-headed and dizzy, making me gasp and buck my hips without control until I slowly begin to come down and Marco’s fingers draw away.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he growls, suddenly in front of me. He lifts me up by my shoulders until I’m kneeling on the massage table, then grabs hold of me, crushing me against his chest as he lifts me and swings me into a fireman carry. I yelp in surprise, my ass in the air and my body pressed against him, as he takes me down the corridor. Even though I already had my sweet release, I feel something growing again in my blood, an urgent need, compounded by the feel of his shirt against my skin, the way I’m exposed for all the world to see if they looked through the wide glass windows at the end of the hall, by Marco’s own urgency.
He takes me into what I only just have time to register is a bedroom before he places me down on lavish sheets, satin slipping under my hands. Then he is already crawling over the top me, his body shadowing over mine, him fully dressed and me fully naked. I yearn for him, for this, for what he’s about to give me. I need it. Without waiting I spread my legs, feeling the sticky wetness between my thighs, throwing my head back on the pillow and my hands up towards him where I grip his thick biceps, wanting to touch him just as much as I want him to touch me.
Marco makes a guttural noise and reaches up to grab his shirt by the collar, tearing it over his head instead of bothering with the buttons, throwing it down to the floor. He sits up momentarily to unbuckle his belt and thrust his pants down – and with them, the underwear fitted tightly to his ass and upper thighs, letting his cock bob hard and free.
I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s much bigger than I imagined, both thick and long. After a moment of staring, I realize that Marco is watching me with a smirk. Not only do I want to make him eat that smirk, but I want to get a closer look at him– so I reach out and touch it, lightly at first, then
