“Wow.” The way Ivory looks at me makes me nervous all over again. I can’t read her expression so I turn to adjust the sheet and gather the oils. What she says next has me stopping in my tracks. “I’m ready.”
There’s something in her tone that makes me freeze. My heart hammers in my chest. My palms start sweating. My stomach tightens in anticipation. And my cock reads between the lines because he even twitches in response.
Taking a deep breath, I meet Ivory’s stunning forest eyes. I don’t want to misinterpret what she is saying if she’s only saying she is ready for the massage.
“If you want to lay on your stomach, I can?—”
“Preston.” She stops me mid-sentence. “I’m ready.” Ivory closes the space between us. I stand to my full height as she approaches. Ivory wastes no time. Lifting onto her toes, she brings her towel clad body flush against mine. Grasping the back of my neck with one hand and my bicep with the other, Ivory pulls my head down towards her waiting face. “I’m.Ready,” she repeats pouring every ounce of intention into her words.
That’s all it takes. My restraint snaps. I slam my mouth down over hers. Taking and tasting what I’ve wanted since that firstnight at the bar. Ivory’s lips are soft against mine. Her body melts into mine. I loop my arms around her waist, bringing her even closer to my body. I can’t get close enough. I want to bury her under my skin. My arm snakes up her back locking at the base of her neck to control our movements. My tongue seeks entry into her mouth and she immediately opens to me. Our tongues dance and duel with each other. The kiss alternates between deep open mouthed kisses and small pecks. Before things can get too out of hand, I tug on the hair at the base of her head. She reluctantly pulls away as my grip tightens. Her eyes are clouded with passion. Her lips swollen and red from the brutal attack.
“On the bed. Time for your massage.” My voice is gruff and commanding.
Brazenly, Ivory drops her towel. I can’t stop the groan that tumbles from the back of my throat at my first look at her fit naked body. The confidence flows off of her in waves. Her breasts will easily fill my hands. Her hourglass shape is on full display. The outline of her toned abdominal muscles are apparent. A map to the apex of her thighs. My eyes run back and forth over her body as Ivory stands before me, serving herself up on a silver platter. Right when I think she’s going to ignore my command, Ivory crawls onto the bed. Putting her plump round ass in my face as she seductively swishes her hips on all fours. Ivory lowers her arms first. Her head hits the bed as she goes down to her forearms and looks at me over her shoulder. Then she sweeps her arms back to her sides.
Ivory is face down, ass up on the bed before me, and I have never been so fucking hard in my life. My cock is granite in my shorts. It’s almost painful. Finally, Ivory lays flat on top of the white sheet.
Moving to the bed, I silently grab the eye mask. Ivory looks at me but doesn’t speak. She just lifts her head when I move to put it on her face.
“Relax,” I say, pushing her head back down to the bed. Myhand trails down her spine as I walk around the end of the bed. I slap her ass when I get there. Keeping my hands on her, I make my way to the opposite side of the bed to the massage oils. The only sound is the music playing through my phone and our breathing. Ivory’s breath is more labored now that she is blindfolded.
“Preston?” she asks, lifting her head when I remove my hands.
“I’m right here. Just getting things ready.”
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see. Now, lay back down and relax.”
Ivory huffs but lays her head back down. Her face is turned towards me but covered with the eye mask she can’t see me. Uncapping the massage oil, I try to pump myself up.You can do this, man. It’s only a massage. Did you just have the hottest kiss of your life? Yes. Did you just see the woman you have been tripping over and lusting after for weeks naked for the first time? Also yes. Are you about to rub your hands all over her naked body? Jesus Christ, not fucking helping! Think of something else.
Batting averages. On base percentage. ERA. What does a curveball look like coming over the plate? 6-4-3 double play. Miller’s sweaty pads. At least that last one brought my boner down to a semi again. One more deep breath.
Ivory lies in the middle of the queen bed. Sitting on the bed beside her naked body, I pour the massage oil in a line down her back. She hisses but arches up into the liquid when I reach her lower back. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm, just surprised. It was colder than I was expecting.”
“Shit, sorry.” I should have warmed it up. I forgot somewhere between the baseball stats in my head. My hands hover over her body for a split second not sure where to start. My fingertips curl over her shoulders, touching her collarbone as my thumbs dig into the muscles at the top of her back. The angle is awkward. I can’t get a feel for what is working.Fuck it.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I climb onto the bed andstraddle the backs of Ivory’s thighs. My knees rest on the bed even with her firm ass. From the position, I can’t resist grasping her hips from where I hover over her. My fingertips skim up her sides. Ivory shivers with the touch. Gathering some of the oil pooling in the indentation of her spine, I spread it outward to her sides. My thumbs dig into the two small dimples at her lower back as my fingers grasp more firmly into her sides. Ivory groans at the increased pressure. Working my way up her back in the same grasping motion, Ivory’s back arches as I go. She’s seeking out my touch with every new movement. My fingers graze her breasts as I reach the bottom of her shoulder blades. She moans again at the contact. I barely bite back my own groan at the feel of her soft flesh. With the way she’s pressed into the mattress beneath us, I get a good touch of her side boob. My thumbs run along the muscles of her shoulder blades and I can feel Ivory melt deeper into the mattress.
While relaxing her, it’s only keying me up more. I’m so turned on right now not even baseball stats or Miller’s jockstrap can talk me off the ledge. With each pass, the knots in her tense muscles release. Ivory’s groans and moans will be the soundtrack to every single jerk session for the rest of my life. I’m wound so tight. I’m barely holding it together. Trailing back down her body, I knead her back and sides as I go. The closer I get to Ivory’s buttocks, the faster she breathes. The more she arches her back. She is searching for something. Skipping over her peachy ass, I lightly touch her thighs. With my legs on the outside of hers, she is trapped. She can’t spread her thighs very far but that doesn’t stop her from trying. Scooting back to straddle her calves, I rub down the backs of her thighs to her knees and back up. Back and forth. Kneading occasionally. Teasing. Touching. Listening. Observing. Ivory’s hands ball into fists at her sides. Her shoulders move up and down with her inhales. Her head turns back and forth.
Stepping off the end of the bed, I bring my hands down to her calves, framing her leg and dragging my hands to her ankle.Her leg is fully encased in my large palms as I push my hands up her legs. Past her knee. Up her thigh. Ivory parts her legs the closer I get to her apex. I get the first glimpse at her pussy from this angle.Holy shit, that’s hot.When I stop mid-thigh and retract my hands, Ivory lets out an impatient groan that brings a smirk to my face.
My girl wants it bad. I can’t resist teasing her. Over and over I repeat the motion on her right leg. Each upward motion brings my hands closer and closer to her pussy. But I don't touch. I don’t graze. I get close enough to drive up the anticipation and Ivory’s frustration. But I don’t get close enough to give her what I know she wants. When I move to her left leg, Ivory turns her head again with a huff. She’s still wearing the eye mask so she can’t see what I am doing but she is in tune with my touch. When I get close to her pussy this time, she parts her legs farther and arches her back, which exposes her pussy to me more. I can see her wetness. I can smell her arousal. I still don’t touch. Not yet. Ivory grasps the sheets at her sides with my name on her lips.
Teasing her, I ask, “Do you need something, Hollywood?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm?” I pull my hands away again. “What do you need?”
“You’re torturing me.”
“Torturing you? I’m giving you a massage.”
“You’re teasing me.”
