Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she finally agrees.
“Do you have some body lotion or something like that?”
“Sure, hold on.” She disappears into the bathroom and returns with a bottle of lotion in her hand. I take it from her and flip the top open.
She gives me a nervous look, biting her bottom lip as she grabs the hem of her shirt to pull it off her body. I’ve seen all of her before but she is still shy about being naked. She turns around and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the ground with her shirt.
I squirt some lotion on my palm, while watching Tamson crawl onto the bed to lie down on her stomach. I set the bottle down on her nightstand and take a seat on the edge of the bed. Her head is turned to the other side, so unfortunately I can’t see her face to gauge what she is thinking right now.
Rubbing my hands together, I warm up the lotion before placing my palms on her shoulders. Keeping my touch light, I massage her stiff muscles gently. My fingers glide over her smooth skin, and I just enjoy touching her. I let my hands run down her back, tracing over her spine with my thumbs.
I repeat the motions a few times, making sure to give every part of her back equal attention. It doesn’t take long for her to relax under my touch.
I’m so fucking thankful she is letting me do this. The need to touch her is constant. Being able to do it now without her resistance feels like a soothing balm on an open wound.
Taking my time, I rub and knead every inch of her back. I do it for so long, I have to reapply lotion twice. When I get ready to reach for the bottle again, she turns her head on the pillow to look at me. Her eyes are hooded, and her cheeks are a hue of red. She gives me a lazy smile.
“So…do you want a turn?” she asks shyly, surprising me with her offer.
The thought of her hands on me in any way is both exciting and dangerous. I want her touch more than anything, but how much of that can I take before I lose control? I hope I can hold on to my sanity, because no matter the danger, I can’t bring myself to turn her down, either.
“I’d love a turn,” I admit.
She pushes herself up from the bed and sits back on her thighs, making room for me. I try not to stare at her tits as I pull my shirt off and throw it on the ground. I don’t miss how Tamson’s eyes curiously linger on my chest, before I lay down on my stomach. She reached over me to grab the lotion from the nightstand.
I eagerly wait for her touch, the anticipation making my skin hypersensitive. She scoots closer to me until her leg is pressed up against my side. Then her hands are finally on me. Her palms glide over my shoulder so softly, it feels more like a caress than a massage. I smile into the pillow.
Her fingers move over my skin hesitantly, like she is not sure which way to go or how much pressure to apply.
“Is this okay?” she asks in a hushed voice. “I’ve never done this before.”
“It feels amazing,” I tell her honestly. I seriously can’t think of anything else I would rather do than lie right here and have her delicate hands run all over my back.
I don’t want to say that this is better than sex, but damn…it’s pretty close.
She works her way up and down my spine slowly. I savor every second of it, wishing it would never end. I close my eyes and relax into the mattress.
Tamson massages me for maybe twenty minutes. It’s not enough to satisfy me, but I know she must be getting tired. I slowly stretch my arms out before rolling over on my back. I immediately miss her touch.
She sits back and looks at me like she is waiting for instructions on what to do next. I hold open my arms, gesturing for her to lie with me. She hesitates, looking unsure for a moment before deciding to go for it.
Warmth fills my chest as she moves her half-naked body around the bed. She climbs into my embrace, pressing her breasts against my side, and slinging her arm around my torso. Her cheek is flush against my chest, her breath fanning over my skin.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her even closer. Lowering my head, I bury my nose into her hair and suck a deep breath in. She smells like heaven.
Tamson giggles, her body slightly shaking in my hold. “Did you just smell me?”
“Yes,” I admit shamelessly.
“Okay, weirdo,” she says lightheartedly. “What do I smell like?”