Anna giggled.“Are you sniffing my lotion?”
“Yes, is that a problem?” Brooke teased as she squirted lotion into the palm of her hand.
“No,” Anna answered, her voice still playful and light.“It’s just cute.”
Brooke rubbed her hands together, trying to warm up the lotion, but she knew it would still be cold when her hands made contact with Anna’s back.“It’s going to be a little cold, okay?”
Anna nodded.
Brooke did her best to spread the lotion across Anna’s shoulders and down her spine. Anna tensed at the initial shock of the cool lotion, but immediately relaxed under Brooke's steady, gentle touch. Brooke smiled to herself as Anna melted under her fingers. Seeing Anna relax like this, after such an emotionally charged moment was nothing short of magical.
A knot no smaller than a grape was lodged to the right of Anna’s spine, just above Anna’s ass. Brooke did not let her thoughts run away with her and instead focused on the task at hand. She had to stop herself from chuckling at her own massage pun. There would have been no way to explain it without admitting to her inappropriate thoughts regarding Anna’s ass.
She didn’t want to attack the knot all at once, she knew she needed (ha) to take her time and come at it from different angles to slowly get it to release. She would occasionally move on to Anna’s shoulders or her neck, or to her arms, but she was determined to rid Anna of that persistent knot.
There wasn’t a second that Brooke doubted that Anna was enjoying herself. She kept humming and sighing contentedly, more and more as the smaller aches and pains melted away.“You could try a different angle?” Anna mumbled, most of her face pressed into the mattress.
“What do you mean?” Brooke asked softly. Her attention had drifted back to the stubborn knot she was determined to break.
“You can like, sit on me if you want?” Anna offered, though her words were definitely a question.
Brooke froze. She slowly looked down between them, at the way she was leaning fully over Anna’s body. She hadn’t intended for this to be sexual; she had genuinely wanted to make Anna feel better. But something about straddling Anna’s bare thighs, while being naked herself, sent a wave of desire through her that she had not anticipated. She cleared her throat, suddenly nervous.
“You don’t have to,” Anna amended.“I just… if it would be easier to reach, you can.”
“Right,” Brooke responded, willing her brain to leave its fog. She scooted closer and settled down with her legs bracketing Anna’s thighs.“Is it okay?” she asked.
Anna nodded, never once lifting her face.
This was shockingly intimate. As Brooke leaned forward to rub the knot in Anna’s back, Anna let out a hum that sounded decidedly unlike all the rest. Brooke wanted more. She needed to know what else could cause such a reaction in Anna. She put more lotion on the palms of her hands and slid them up the center of Anna’s back, letting her thumbs dig a little harder along Anna’s spine. Anna’s hips lifted with the pressure. Brooke would have missed it if the movement hadn’t caused Anna to arch into her core. It seemed that in this position, she could feel each and everyone of Anna’s reactions.
“Fuck,” Anna breathed, her hips staying deliciously off the mattress, her ass pressed into Brooke's pubic bone.
Brooke's hands slid back down Anna’s body, massaging the sides of her hips.
“Your fingers are magic,” Anna practically moaned, lifting her hips even higher for Brooke.
Brooke’s hands slipped inwards, rippling over Anna’s abs. She let one fall to the bed, gripping in the sheets to hold herself up as the other brushed through Anna’s neatly trimmed hair.“Is this okay?” Brooke asked, before letting her fingers dip any lower.
Anna whimpered and rolled her hips, but Brooke didn’t move.
She let out a low chuckle, her ego soaring a bit at Anna’s need.“Words please, Darling.”
A moan ripped through Anna’s throat.“Yes, holy shit, yes.”
Brooke had never done anything even remotely sexual in this position before—she’d never even been in this position before—but she quickly discovered it had its advantages. With her this pressed into Anna’s back, it practically put her in the position of how she might touch herself. The only difference was that they were face down in the bed. Her favorite part about it, however, was that she could feel every twitch and every roll of Anna’s hips. Every single shaky breath that Anna took could be felt in Brooke's chest.
The stutter of Anna’s hips was faster this morning than it had been the night before. This position allowed Anna to take a bit more control, grinding into Brooke's palm as Brooke curled her fingers deliciously inside Anna with each steady thrust. With each stroke, Anna’s cries were reduced to a less and less intelligible version of Brooke's name.
Brooke moaned with her as Anna’s whole body coiled around two of Brooke's fingers, releasing with a wave that Brooke could feel from her chest to her toes. She pressed hot, messy kisses to the back of Anna’s neck and down the center of her back, following down the curve of Anna’s spine. She didn’t care that Anna tasted like lotion and a hint of sweat, to Brooke that was simply the taste of her love.
“I think I like massages,” Anna mumbled, her whole body wiggling as Brooke pulled out of her so that she could kiss even lower.
Brooke let out a laugh of complete disbelief.“Okay, but this was not a typical massage.” Brooke rolled to the side and pulled Anna into her arms.
Anna just giggled and dared to glance up at Brooke.“I mean, it’s the only massage I’ve ever had. So, it’s my typical massage.”
Brooke blushed, but the lightness in Anna's eyes, the way that she seemed to be completely at ease after such a vulnerable moment, was so profound that it couldn’t be missed. Brooke kissed Anna’s forehead.“Well, Darling, you may have massages—however you’d like them—whenever you’d like them.” She let it linger. All the implications, all the promises, all of the next times that hovered between them.
