He had his brows furrowed in disbelief.
“Show me,” he said, and my eyes widened.
“Are you mad?” I exclaimed.“I’ll strip naked in front of you now?”
He abruptly grabbed me, turned me down onto my chest, and sat over the back of my thighs.
“You’re not a baby,” I cried out.“You weigh so much.” But he just chuckled.
I tried to lift myself, but the moment I moved, he pressed me down, pushed my hair back, and the cold air hit my skin.
I felt his fingers tug at my blouse’s strings, pulling them open.
“You’ve got marks from these, Suman,” he said.“You should wear comfortable clothes.”
I smiled and dropped my head onto the pillow.
“Hmm…” I hummed, closing my eyes.
“Do you want me to massage your back?” he asked softly.“It’ll help ease these marks.”
I nodded lightly and peeked from the corner of my eye.
He quickly got off me and went to fetch the oil bowl from the table. By the time he had returned, I had removed all my accessories.
It felt like the perfect opportunity to put him to work. I intended to take full advantage of it.
He sat in the previous position, but was mindful of the weight. Still, I found it erotically sensual.
“May I?” he asked in a whisper, and I nodded lightly.
He swept my hair aside and untied the strings completely. As soon as the clinging fabric loosened, I sighed in relief.
I always wondered how Nandani had worn all those tight blouses and still managed her stance so gracefully.
When he poured the oil on my back, I flinched at the sudden, unfamiliar sensation, but when his fingers touched my skin, a tiny giggle escaped me.
As he began massaging, I sighed loudly. His rough fingertips moving in circular motions over my soft back, gliding up and down, from my nape to my hips, felt deeply comforting.
He kept brushing his thumb on a particular spot on my lower back for longer than a moment.
I frowned.“What is it?”
“A mole,” he replied, leaning closer to my ear, then whispered,“You look very hot from here.”
I hid my face in the pillow, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks.
“We can try something,” he proposed, kissing behind my ear.
But I remained silent as his palm, gently sliding over my back, had a soothing gentleness, yet a firmness that kept me in the moment. It felt amazing. His rough hands had added an extra layer of warmth and texture.
As a moan was about to escape my lips, I quickly pressed my lips together.
“Are you enjoying it, love?” he asked in the same girlish voice.
I nodded, placing my cheek against the pillow.
“I think you should play Suman often, Kunwar-sa,” I teased, immersed in the relaxing feeling.“I never thought a massage would feel so great.”
