Fuck, yes. Right there.
I’m floating in la la land, timeless as Heath pampers my boyfriend. I’m hazy when he finishes up Josh’s feet and returns to me with a fresh variety of creams.
“Turn over for me, curva.”
Heath gives me a facial of a different kind than I’m used to from my clients. It’s usually cum caking my cheeks when I’m around him, not skin cream. Again, he’s so good, leaving the moisturiser on as he moves his attention down to my tits. A breast massage, fuck, how good it feels. Too good. My breaths are shallow as he works lotion into my skin, bearing down hard as he palms me, and it’s too much. I loll my thighs open, silently begging him to work his magic on my pussy.
“Not yet,” he says.
“Please… just a taster.”
He brushes a thumb across my slit.
“That’s all your getting for now. I’m saving your cunt for proposal two.”
“Tease.”
“You’ll thank me for it later.”
Somehow, I doubt that. My body is already screaming out for his cock, as well as his magic fingers.
I’ll be tearing the envelope open when he offers it, I’ll be so desperate.
I’m not the only one who’s desperate. When it’s Josh’s turn to turn over, his cock is rock solid, but Heath doesn’t break and give in to his requests, either.
We must have been in the pamper session for two hours when Heath finishes and beckons us back over to the product shelf. He’s so ridiculously generous with the gifts that my arms are loaded with bottles and tubs when we leave. I might even need another suitcase.
Again, it hits me how much a man like Heath deserves the love that Josh and I share, but the thought of him finding someone and having to say goodbye to us… it makes me feel sick.
We sip on champagne, swim lengths, and make small talk for the rest of the afternoon, with a late lunch salad to fill us up before dinner. The tension begins to crackle in the air as the sun goes down – proposal two soon to be in sight. I hope dinner is a quick one so we can get down to it.
“What are we having?” I ask when we get back into the kitchen, and Heath smirks and taps his nose.
“Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise now. Let the envelope do the talking.”
“I meant, what are we having for dinner,” I say.
“And I meant what I said,” he says, “we’ll let the envelope do the talking.”
He disappears off to the bedroom as both Josh and I watch him, and I turn to my boyfriend with a shrug.
“Any ideas?” I ask, and Josh tips his head from side to side. Again, it’s obvious he knows Heath far better than I do when he shoots me a cracking smile.
“I might have a few, yes.”
Damnit, I’m so intrigued I want to sprint after Heath and tear the envelope from his fingers.
CHAPTERSEVEN
MONDAY
It was a tough call as to who would be my food table for the evening, but Ella, you will have the honour of being the platter board.
Your tits will make an awestriking set of dinner plates.
You will keep your gorgeous body still and stable at all times, eat only when you are offered food, and serve in whichever way you are required.
No words, please. Tables don’t talk!
