“Yep.”
“Ech. I’m sorry I mentioned it.”
She gripped him through his shorts, and he groaned.
“How sorry?”
“Sorry enough to give you the best massage of your life.”
“Just save that special lotion for the end,” she said with a wink. “I have some oil you can use.”
“Just to clarify, is this massage for you or for me?” He followed her back to her room. “Because touching you with or without oil sounds like my kind of fantasy.”
She laughed. “With any luck, we’ll both make out.”
“Oh, we’ll make out. But I reserve the right to plant my kisses where they’ll do the most good. Now, do you have a bunch of towels to protect your bed? I predict the outcome will be really, really messy.”
***
Maggie had no idea Reggie was so good with his hands. They were large, warm, and rough from his time lifting weights and doing so much physical work at the fire station. His long, talented fingers didn’t seem to miss a knot. And he had such strength in his touch. “You should do this for a living,” she murmured into her pillow.
She lay facedown on her bed on top of an old blanket. Naked, relaxed, and aroused. Her three new favorite states of being.
Reggie, also naked, straddled her upper thighs. She felt his balls against the base of her ass, his cock nestled between her cheeks. Reggie seemed to be rubbing her with his dick as much as he did with his hands on her shoulders. And she wanted more.
“I wish I had a camera. You have the best ass.” He continued to massage her, though his hands moved from her shoulders down to her lower back and on to her glutes.
She moaned. “That feels good.”
“I know.” His voice was thick. In between massaging her glutes, he’d push her butt cheeks together while sliding that giant cock between said cheeks. His breathing grew shallow. Had he reached between her legs, he’d have felt how much she wanted him.
Then he slowed down and stopped grinding, and his hands moved back up her body to her bad arm, focusing on massaging her shoulder.
“That’s sore,” she said and sighed. “But it feels wonderful.”
“You need more movement here. You’re getting too stiff.”
She grinned into the pillow but left that comment alone.
He shifted across her back to her other shoulder then down her left arm, working the muscle.
“That’s so good.” She wanted to fall asleep, but the throbbing between her legs wouldn’t let her.
Reggie continued to rub her aching muscles. After a while, he backed off her hips and knelt between her legs on the bed. She wanted to see him, but he’d insisted she lie flat, not straining herself.
He pushed her legs wider and massaged her calves. First the left leg, then the right. His hands crept steadily up from her knees to her thighs. And with every slide of his hands toward her ass, the heat within spiraled.
She had to be soaking the blanket beneath her, aroused beyond measure from his strong, driven strokes. He kept reaching higher, his thumbs gliding so close… Then he’d retreat.
“Reggie.”
“Shh. Just relax.”
“I can’t,” she wailed.
He laughed. The bastard.
He continued to rub her, and she couldn’t help humping the blanket, tilting her hips so her ass lifted, showing him what she wanted. Him. Inside her.
