"If I do it right, it will." He climbs onto the bed, kneeling at my feet. "Just relax and enjoy this. Fair warning, though. I will need to fuck you hard when I finish with your surprise."
"You damn well better."
He sets a hand on the mattress alongside my shoulder, bending over me. Then he slides his other hand into my hair and begins to massage my scalp with his fingertips, moving them in easy, seductive circles.
I start to squirm. The way he touches me always makes me desperate to have him inside me, but tonight it's different, the need more intense. Who knew a scalp massage could make me feel this way?
Nick settles his palm on my scalp too and rubs it slowly while he keeps moving his fingertips.
A moan escapes my lips, vibrating in my throat.
He picks up a glass bottle and twists the cap off, then pours a measure of oil onto his palm. While he gently rubs his palms together, he keeps his gaze riveted to my face.
"What is that?" I ask.
"Massage oil." He leans in to murmur, "Vanilla flavored. I'm warming it up for you."
"Flavored?"
"It's edible massage oil. I'm going to rub this all over you, then lick it off."
My pulse quickens, and my skin tightens, like my body can't wait for Nick Hunter to fondle me from head to toe.Ican't wait. The anticipation alone is driving me crazy in the best way.
He straddles my legs and lays his big, slick palms on my back, dragging them down my body inch by inch while the scent of vanilla mingles with the sandalwood and ginger from the candles. I inhale a deep breath so I can let the aromas fill my senses as he glides his hands ever lower, skimming them over my bottom and down my thighs.
"You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen, Siobhan." He smooths his palms down my calves until he reaches my feet, then he begins to knead my soles. "Your skin feels like silk, and the scent of your cream intoxicates me better than any alcohol. I could massage your body all night long and never get enough."
The way his fingers work my feet… That's intoxicating me. I can't help exhaling a long, throaty moan.
He sweeps his hands up my body, resting them on my shoulders. "Time to rub you down, then lick you clean."
"Oh yes, please."
Nick walks his fingers up my neck and begins to massage my nape with his fingertips. He works his way down to my shoulders, where he kneads the muscles with his strong fingers so expertly that I feel myself relaxing even while I'm getting more and more turned on. I'm so wet I can feel the evidence of my lust between my thighs, dribbling down my skin. He uses his thumbs and knuckles to knead a path down my back while his cock brushes my skin. When he reaches my ass, he lays a palm on each cheek and rubs with his fingers until I'm so aroused that I'm clutching the pillow and struggling to catch my breath.
His lips curve into the naughtiest smile I've ever seen, and he plants both hands on the mattress at either side of my shoulders. His lips part. His tongue slides out. He hesitates like that, his eyes half-closed, for so long that I'm about to kick him. But then he lowers his head and starts to lick a trail down my spine.
I clench my fingers in the pillow even harder, squeezing my eyes shut. The sensation of his warm, velvety tongue on my skin makes me more excited than I ever knew I could be. Somehow, his erotic massage is relaxing and exciting at the same time. He keeps licking until he reaches my ass, then he slowly sinks his teeth into one cheek.
When he swirls his tongue over my skin, I moan again, even louder than before.
He slaps my ass. "Roll over."
Though he's still straddling me, I find I can roll over. Now I have the full view of Nick's body towering over me, his cock suspended between us with the tip red and glistening. I lick my lips as I remember what it was like to take that beauty in my mouth. "You're the sexiest man in the world, Nick. I've been with other men, but with you, I feel like I'm a virgin again."
"Yes, I amthatgood." His smirk assures me he's joking.
But he really isthatgood.
Nick gets more oil and warms it in his palms, then he spreads it over my chest and massages my breasts, flicking his thumbs over the tips of my nipples.
I'm gasping for breath while my heart thrashes in my chest. "Please, Nick, I can't take it anymore. I need—Oh God, I need—"
"Take a moment to breathe." He sits back on his heels. "Slow and easy, pet. In and out, in and out."
I follow his instructions, and little by little, the almost painful need to come softens until I no longer feel wildly desperate for a climax. How does he do that? Nick always knows what I need and how to give it to me.
He brushes the backs of his fingers across my cheek, the scent of vanilla teasing my senses. "Ready for the most erotic part of this massage?"