“Oh my, did I ever. I had our whole lives planned out,” she said, smiling and shaking her head. She sat up on her knees and reached for the washcloth and body wash.
Suds built up as she reached forward and washed my neck and shoulders, then my arms and chest. Then she added more soap and washed my entire body. When her washcloth-covered hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, I jumped.
“Easy, my King,” she teased, laughing and blushing.
Her face became quite serious as she bathed me. She bit down on her plump lower lip as she gently stroked my dick. The emotions ranged from excitement and arousal to fear as she lovingly caressed me. Her breathing changed, and I stilled her hand.
If she didn’t stop, I was going to come. She sighed, asked me to rinse off, and then wrapped a towel around me as I stepped out. Drying me off, she then took my hand and led me to bed.
“Lie on your stomach, please.” Sensual music filled the air. “Close your eyes for me.”
I closed them and took a deep breath. The bed dipped beneath me, and then her body straddled mine. Goose bumps erupted across and down my arms as she massaged my head, her satin thigh-highs brushing along my heated skin.
After a brief pause, she moved from my head to my neck, back, and shoulders. She had added some oil to her hands, so as she worked my muscles, every bit of tension left my body under her expert touch. When she leaned down to get my arms, her breasts kissed against my bare back, and I groaned.
“Such a tease,” I murmured as she continued to massage my entire back all the way down to my feet. It was hard to concentrate. My dick throbbed. Once she was done with the back side of me, she moved off the bed once more.
“Please turn over?” Her voice was soft and shy.
I sat up and pulled her into my arms. Her nipples were hard, and she was so fucking beautiful standing there in her little thong. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her bare ass, hearing her little gasps.
“Alek, please,” she begged, her hands on my shoulders.
I let her go reluctantly and lay down on my back, my eyes glued to her face. She took a deep breath and moved back onto the bed. I smirked up at her, wondering if this was something she’d been planning all day or longer.
Regardless, I was determined to follow her lead. She knelt next to me. I gave her my hand, and she swung her leg over, straddling me once more. Black lashed eyelids fluttered closed as she nestled her bottom down on me.
Feeling the bare skin of her ass cheeks against me was almost too much. My hands instinctively moved to cup her full breasts, but she swatted me away, shaking her head. I laced my fingers behind my head and waited for her to make her next move.
Scooting her body up against mine a little, she straddled me mid-chest area and massaged my temples, running her hands through my hair. My eyes were glued to her pussy. Her thong was soaked. I loved that she was wet, and I hadn’t even touched her.
“I can smell your arousal, and it’s taking everything in me not to grab you and bring your pussy up to my face. I think you should stop and fuck it.”
“Your face?” she asked innocently, her head tilted to the side in the cutest way.
I nodded, licking my lips.
She shook her head. “Not tonight. I want to fuck something.” She paused before adding, “But it’s not your face.”
“Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed and continued her torturous massage.
She covered my front half much in the same way she did the back, lovingly, teasing me as she caressed my abs, my nipples, and my stomach. She moved to my legs, forgoing my fucking cock that was actively dripping.
Her delicate hands glided across my skin. I couldn’t help but notice the look of concentration. Her brows furrowed and her hands moved as if they were memorizing my body. Every touch was deliberate.
When she finished my legs, she took a deep breath and pushed my thighs apart. A subtle smile played upon her lips, and her gaze revealed a genuine fascination with my cock. My skin flinched as she ran her nails gently up and down my inner thighs, causing me to suck in my breath.
With mounting anticipation, I tensed, dying for her to fucking touch me already. Yet the meticulous torture in the rhythm of her movements said I needed to be patient. I almost jumped off the bed when she finally did.
With the lightest of touches, she cupped my balls, kneading them gently. “Kitten,” I hissed.
Fuck. She grabbed a different oil and watched as it dripped over the tip of my cock. Her eyes were glued to it as the oil trickled down the length of me, and she swallowed hard.
“Damn,” I groaned as she rubbed the oil around the head, paying attention to the sensitive underside. My breathing changed as the oil heated under her touch.
She grabbed the base and circled her thumb and forefinger around me, trying to get her fingers to meet. “You’re all so big,” she whispered.
