Gorgeous guy, giving me a massage. No complaints here. “You’re really getting into this,” I murmur.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he says, and there’s something raw and real in his voice. Or maybe that’s just my imagination. “I’m making the most of this chance.”
And he does. He massages every bit of me. After a few minutes, I notice a slight tingling on my skin. He’s using a warming oil. As if I wasn’t already on fire.
He rolls me over. A fresh wave of anxiety strikes me. I have the body of a forty-year old woman. I certainly know what I’m doing, way more than when I was a clueless twenty-year-old, but nothing is tight and taut anymore.
Danek sweeps his thumbs over the tense muscles of my back. “Relax, Naomi.”
I can do this. I can let go. His palms glide down my sides, smoothing away kinks and kneading out my stress until I’m loose and warm. He even rubs my feet. I am well and truly turned to mush. “That feels soo good.” I sound blissed out.
His lips skim down my back and I practically purr, too turned on to worry about my far-from-toned glutes. He’s massaging my butt again and I part my legs, trying to entice him to touch me further. When a few minutes pass of him massaging and getting no closer to sexing me up, I’m ready to grab him, drag his fingers to my pussy, and tell him to get going.
“Get me out of this thing,” I growl, fighting with the bondage-lingerie. He strips it off quickly and I flip over and sit up.
“Everything all right?” he asks, his eyes concerned.
“Oh yes.” Now that my hands are free, I’m suddenly distracted by the gorgeous guy on display. I want to run my hands all over him. I snatch the bottle and pour the oil on my palm. “My turn.”
“Alright, Naomi.” He’s got that little smirky grin back. He stretches out on his stomach a little cautiously. Trying to be careful of the bulge in his pants? Too late, I already saw it.
I slide my hands over him, and he jumps.
“You have to stay still.”
“Make me.” He hides his smile in the blanket.
“I will.” I straddle him. I get really into it, rubbing all the valleys and planes of his muscles, admiring the sleek contours. I dig my thumbs into the giant knots in his shoulders and he groans. I pause. “Too hard?”
“No,” he mutters into the bed. “You can’t hurt me.” But his voice is taut. I scoot down, kneading his back as I go. When I get to his butt, I really get into it—can you blame me?—palming the rock-hard globes and kneading them. He only gets more tense, and I think I know why.
“Roll over,” I tell him.
He hesitates before doing as I ask. Yep, there it is, tenting his pants. Erection city. He can’t be comfortable, laying on that thing. There are smaller skyscrapers. “That looks uncomfortable. Maybe I should do something about it.”
I set my hand over the bulge and he shudders.
But he catches my wrist. “Naomi, I don’t—”
“Are you kidding me? After all you did to rile me up? If we don’t have sex now, I’ll explode.” I look up at him uncertainly. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“I want to. I just think—”
If he’s going to say something about going slow, I might deck him. I shrug off his grip and rub my palm over his cock. “I want this. Now.”
For a second, he stares at me, as if he’s assessing my need. Whatever he finds, it’s good, because he’s up and out of his pants so fast if I’d blinked, I’d have missed it. His cock springs out, standing at attention.
“Yes,” I purr, reaching for his thick, impressive length. Oh God, yes. My mouth is watering looking at him.
“Naomi—” he says, but I’ve already closed my lips over the tip of his cock. “Ah, Naomi…”
I’d answer but I was taught not to talk with my mouth full. His skin is heated and tastes delicious. His scent surrounds me—spiced with a burnt edge, like toasted cinnamon. I can’t get enough.
Danek threads his fingers in my hair, but when he tries to move me off his cock, I growl and grip his thighs tighter. Less of this ‘Naomi is a fragile, wounded doll,’ please. He takes a look at my expression, chuckles wryly, and lies back, sliding me closer so he can reach my pussy. His clever fingers dance over my folds. As I bob my head on his length, he finds the perfect spot right alongside my clit and rubs. I gasp around his cock, fighting to focus on sucking him. It’s a race—his fluttering touch tugging my orgasm nearer as I suck and moan and work to swallow him down. He’s so big that my hand can’t fit all the way around him. How is he going to feel inside? So good.
My climax hits me with the force of a punch, and I have to pull off him to catch my breath. His fingers don’t stop stroking. They work down to my pussy and slip inside, finding the needy spot inside me. Electricity shoots down my legs, turning them to rubber. I gasp and writhe, fighting the inexorable tide of pleasure to no avail. A second wave crests, then a third. And as I hang on to his thighs, he slides his fingers further down, delving into the crevice of my ass—
I rise up and straddle him. “I need you inside me.”
But before I can slide him inside me, he catches my hips and holds me still.
“Are you sure?” he asks, even as his face looks strained and his hands tremble. I get it, he’s being careful. Any other time, him treating me like glass might be sweet. But not now, not when lust hangs thick in the air.
Time to show him I won’t break.
“Give me your dick, Danek. Now. Or else.” I
