I lingered, spending more time than necessary, polishing her belly.
Mound.
Thighs.
Legs.
Ankles.
Feet.
Once she was oiled, she lifted her body from the bed.
“Now, you.”
“Me?” I chuckled. “Nah.”
“Yes.”
I paused, trying to gauge her seriousness. There wasn’t a smile on her face. Neither was there any signs of playfulness. Sighing, I accepted my defeat and sat on the bed.
She grabbed the lotion I’d chosen for the evening. She slathered it on her hands and then began placing globs on myskin. Once she had them everywhere she needed them, she began massaging it all over my skin.
Neck.
Shoulders.
Chest.
Stomach.
Thighs.
Legs.
Ankles.
Feet.
I watched carefully, waiting for the moment of completion. When her spine straightened, I pulled her forward and onto my lap. My dick had hardened at the sight of her and the thought of her selflessness.
“Sit on ‘em.”
“You have to call Aubrey before bed,” she reminded me.
Still, she lowered her body onto my awaiting rod. I was stiff and painfully so. Range made it clear that it would be hard to think with the head up top whenever she was around.
“I won’t be long. I won’t be long at all,” I promised, taking her tongue into my mouth.
“You’re staring at me,aren’t you?” Range groaned against the pillow.
“I am.”
“Was I snoring?”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “You weren’t.”
“Then what is it?” She asked, lifting her head to face me.
