VOWS OF SIN

Chapter fourteen

THE TANTRIC MASSAGE ROOM AT DAWN PT 2

Reina continued the slow oiling of Jude’s front. She spread the oil in wide circles over his pecs, her palms pressing firmly enough to feel the rapid beat of his heart underneath.

Jude’s n*****s hardened under her touch. Reina circled them slowly with her thumbs, pressing and rubbing until they stood tight and sensitive.

“Inhale deeply, fill your lungs completely,” she instructed, her voice low and steady.

Jude breathed in.

As he did, Reina’s hands trailed lower, sliding over his abdomen. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, spreading more warm oil. She stopped just above his c**k, which now stood fully erect.

“Hold the breath,” Reina said.

Jude held it, his body tense.

Reina’s oiled hand moved even lower, brushing along the crease where his thigh met his groin. She massaged the area thoroughly but never touched his c**k.

Jude trembled visibly. His wide innocent eyes stayed locked on hers the entire time.

“No one has ever made me feel this exposed, I’m so desperate. Please…” he whispered, voice shaking.

Reina did not answer with words. She simply continued the slow strokes, her hands moving down his thighs.

The warm oil made her palms glide smoothly over his skin. She worked the inside of his thighs, her fingers coming dangerously close to his balls before pulling away again. Jude’s c**k twitched hard in the air, begging for contact.

She leaned over him, her ebony curls brushing against his oiled chest. “Now exhale slowly. Let the energy flow but do not release it.”

Jude let out a long, shaky breath.

Reina finally touched his c**k, but only with feather-light strokes. Her fingertips ran from the base of his shaft all the way up to the leaking head, spreading his pre-c*m around. She traced the thick vein underneath, then gently cupped his balls, rolling them softly in her oiled palm.

Jude moaned and lifted his hips, but Reina pulled her hand away immediately, leaving him aching.

She stepped back from the table and untied her sheer black silk robe, the fabric slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Reina stood completely naked beside the table, her golden-brown skin glowed in the soft dawn light coming through the high frosted windows.

Her soft waist curved out into wide hips and thick thighs. A thin strip of dark hair sat above her swollen, glistening p***y lips.

Jude stared at her body, breathing hard. Reina took his oiled hands and placed them on her waist. Her skin felt hot and smooth under his palms.

“Touch me, slowly, learn my body.” She said calmly

She guided his hands upward.

Jude cupped her full breasts, feeling their weight. They were soft yet firm, filling his hands completely.

Reina showed him exactly how to touch her, pressing his palms into the soft flesh, then using his thumbs to circle her stiff n*****s.

“Like that, a little firmer.” she murmured.

Jude grew bolder under her guidance. He kneaded her breasts, squeezing them gently, then rolling her n*****s between his fingers. Reina arched her back and sighed softly when he pinched them lightly.

Reina straddled one of his thighs while he continued touching her breasts. She lowered herself until her hot, wet p***y rested against his oiled skin.

Jude could feel her slick heat directly on his thigh. Her juices coated him as she rocked slowly, rubbing her swollen c**t against his leg without letting him penetrate her. The wet sound of her p***y sliding on his skin filled the quiet room.

They began breathing together. Inhale as their hands explored, hold as the pleasure built, exhale as they pulled back from the edge.

Reina’s hands returned to Jude’s c**k. She stroked him with long, slow movements, tight enough to make him groan, but always slowing down or stopping right before he could c*m. Her thumb rubbed circles around the sensitive head, spreading his leaking pre-c*m while she ground her dripping p***y harder against his thigh.

Jude’s hands grew more confident on her breasts. He pinched her n*****s a little harder, drawing a low moan from Reina. Her ebony curls fell forward as she leaned down, brushing them across his chest.

“Feel how wet I am for you,” she whispered. “But you will not come yet, and neither will I. Hold it.”

A faint sound came from the hallway, the distant click of a door being unlocked. Someone else had arrived early.

Reina froze for a moment, still straddling his thigh, her p***y pressed tight against his skin. Jude’s eyes widened in panic, but his c**k throbbed even harder.

Reina smiled calmly and continued moving, grinding slowly on his thigh while her hand kept stroking his aching c**k with torturous lightness.

The sound faded. Reina leaned down again, her full breasts pressing against Jude’s chest as she whispered more instructions. “Breathe with me. In… hold… out. Good boy.”

Jude’s entire body trembled on the table. Pre-c*m flowed freely from his c**k, coating Reina’s fingers. His thigh was soaked with her juices.

“Please,” he begged quietly, voice breaking. “I need more. I can’t take it. Please let me come.”

Reina straightened up, still straddling his thigh. Her golden-brown skin was flushed, her dark n*****s were rock hard.

Her ebony curls hung wild down her back. She looked completely in control even though her own p***y dripped steadily onto his leg.

“Not yet,” she said softly, her hand still teasing his throbbing c**k with slow, feather-light strokes. “You are learning to hold the energy, to ache beautifully and you are doing very well.”

Jude’s hands stayed on her heavy breasts, squeezing them as another wave of desperate need rolled through him. His c**k pulsed in her grip, right on the edge again. Reina slowed her hand even more, keeping him there, trembling and begging under her expert touch.

Reina remained perfectly composed, her body flushed with arousal, guiding Jude deeper into the slow, aching world of control.