Propped up on my elbows, I set my phone aside and press the right side of my cheek into the sheets, eyelids fluttering shut as I melt into the sensation of my ex-husband's fingers gliding along the curve of my calves, then higher, claiming the swell of my ass.
He starts kneading my butt cheeks tantalizingly. It feels so good. No one ever rubs those muscles, and it’s not like it’s the kind of muscle group a person can massage on their own.
And on top of that, you can’t ask some random stranger, or even a friend, to massage your ass. This is something that’s only designated for couples. Something I have to remind myself I’m no longer allowed to claim with Lincoln.
But fuck it.
I can tell it's getting to him because he keeps sighing under his breath. I can feel his erection too, pressing against me every time he leans in over my hips. As he works his way upward to my spine, his thumbs zero in on the tight bands of muscle along my back.
This bliss drags on for a solid ten minutes, and it’s hilarious that with every pleasurable moan slipping out of me, Lincoln answers in kind with these soft, defeated whimpers he can't quite stifle.
“That feels really good,” I whisper.
“Mmm. Go—okay. I-I’m happy. I’m glad it does,” he murmurs very quietly, like his words have to fight through quicksand to escape his throat.
I squirm under him, smiling in pure serenity. Lincoln’s hands slide up to my shoulders… and then he flips me gracefully onto my back.
My eyes open instantly, drawn to him hovering above me. Now I feel helpless too. His beautiful brown eyes are locked on mine. He’s not smiling, and honestly, he still looks pissed, but something else is bleeding through the tension.
Hunger.
His hands, those majestic hands with zero shyness left in them, slide up beneath the hem of my shirt until they’re palming my naked breasts.
Both his thumbs flick back and forth over my hard nipples, the telltale giveaway that I’m enjoying this as much as he is.
His face looks so intense. That beautiful, chiseled face of his. Whenever he looks stoic like this, I can’t help but to start producing more moisture for him.
The caress meanders from my hips to my arms, then up toward my triceps before circling back down to my chest, his hands finally cupping my breasts.
Those slow, rhythmic squeezes coax my eyes shut, my lips parting on a soft gasp as my back arches, my body instinctively reaching for more.
The press of his swollen penis, constrained behind the barrier of his boxers and pants, drives me insane, and as if he can read my mind, Lincoln breathes in deep before hooking his finger down the front of his waistband, giving his penis and balls access to the air.
My shirt is pulled up, my belly exposed, and my panties pushed just enough that the crotch, already extremely wet, is on display without shame.
Lincoln’s focus pivots downward toward his cock as he aligns the head flush against my vagina, pulling the crotch of my panties to the side.
I can feel how wet I am by how easily he glides over me, his frenulum caressing my clitoris in an enticing, deliberate courtship display.
He lets the crotch of my panties snap back into position over his cock, nestling it firm and captured right against my clit, as if our most intimate bits were tucked together beneath a warm, shared quilt.
Having secured his cock in place, his eyes find mine, holding my gaze captive as he straightens his arms, palms planted on either side of my head, as he braces himself above me. His pelvis is flush with mine when he starts to hump gently, the frenulum of his hard cock sliding back and forth over my sensitive clitoris.
When I become hypersensitive, my mouth falls open and a yelping moan escapes my lips. My arms fall out to my sides, just taking the feeling in.
It’s a great massage, feeling his dick against me like this, and wanting him inside so badly, but he’s not going in.
Opening my eyes, I focus on Lincoln’s face, and I can tell he’s fighting the urge to come. I can feel how hard his dick is, how much he wants this. His eyes keep fluttering, going glassy as they lose focus. His whole body shakes for a moment, the tremor of an impending climax.
“No Lincoln,” I whisper.
“Mm,” he breathes, his arms shaking from holding himself up under the strain of trying not to come.
Seeing him like this, his hair resting across his forehead, those beautiful eyes locked onto mine, his lips pulled tight as he triesto maintain control while his cock slides over me, I can feel every vein, and it’s all too… overwhelming.
My breaths splinter into sharp gasps, my chest rising and falling as my orgasm shatters through the barrier that was holding it back, forcing a scream of pleasure out of me.
My hips buck against him, making his penis slide and press against me even harder.
