Mark sucked in a breath. “You touch all your clients this way?”
“Only you,” she whispered as she sank her fingers into his hamstrings. She worked her way down the backs of his legs.
Mark had lapsed back into silence, his breathing slow and deep, his muscles loose and relaxed.
“You can roll over now.”
He moved slowly, turning over on the table. She handed him a pillow to put below his head and another to go below his knees. As he settled into position, the sheet still covering his hips, she broke into a huge grin. There was no hiding the tent in the sheet.
Mark was already fully aroused.
A warm ache settled between her thighs as she worked her way over his chest, moving ever closer toward the promised land. She massaged her way over his pecs and slid down his abs, allowing her fingers to skim over the sheet. He was rock hard beneath it.
She bent her head and traced her tongue over his length. His cock jerked beneath the sheet, surging harder still. Smiling, she tugged the sheet down, letting it fall to the floor.
The sight of Mark on her table, naked and hard as steel, was possibly the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. “I’m going to enjoy this so much,” she whispered as she took him in her mouth.
He let out a groan, and his hands fisted in her hair.
She traced her tongue over the head of his cock and then sucked him in deep. Mark’s hips rose up off the table, and she would have given anything to see the expression on his face right then. She sucked hard, sliding up and down his shaft, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Her tongue pressed against the vein that ran below his cock, pulsing with his arousal. She kept going, sucking harder each time, reveling in the way his hips thrust against her, his breathing grew ragged, and his fingers clenched in her hair.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
He tensed beneath her. She took him all the way in and sucked, hard. His whole body jerked as he came in a hot, salty spurt. She stroked him with her tongue and swallowed, urging him on.
“Fuck.” His hips jerked again, and he was still coming.
She sucked out every drop of his pleasure, finally releasing him after he’d collapsed in a limp heap on the table.
“Holy shit, Jess.”
“Good?” she asked, kissing her way up his stomach and over his chest.
“Guess now I get the fuss about those happy ending massages.” He smiled, hauling her up on the table beside him.
“I’ve never given one before,” she admitted as she sprawled awkwardly across the top of him. These tables were definitely not made for two.
“Good.” His arm tightened around her, so possessive and secure.
She pressed her cheek against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart as it gradually slowed from a gallop to a trot.
“Gotta say, I’m not sure I’ve ever been this relaxed,” he said finally.
Indeed, as she traced her hands over him, his muscles felt like butter beneath her touch. If only the same could be said about her…That restless ache still throbbed inside her, and oh, she couldn’t wait to get him in the hot tub.
His hand slid down her side and inside her pants. Now it was her turn to squirm.
“Christ, Jess. You’re so wet,” he rasped as he stroked her with his fingers.
“I enjoyed your happy ending massage almost as much as you did.” Her hips moved in time with his fingers as the slow burn inside her burst into flames.
“Almost isn’t good enough.”
“No?” She gasped as the pad of his thumb scraped over her clit, sending a shockwave of sensation through her.
“No.” And he made good on his word as his fingers stroked and plunged, driving her right over the edge.
She tensed as the orgasm ripped through her, rocking her with waves of blissful release.
