Evelyn’s POV
Alex worked his way down lower on my back, his oiled hands gliding perilously close to the rounded curves of my buttocks.
I held my breath in anticipation, pondering if he would cross that intimate line. But Alex merely let his fingers skim along the crease where my legs met my bottom before moving down to my thighs.
He massaged the sleek muscles of my legs with firm strokes, his hands sliding up the insides of my thighs. I let my legs fall open slightly, inviting him in closer.
Alex's fingers grazed teasingly close to my most sensitive area, eliciting shivers and gasps from me. The promise of more contact hovered tantalizingly out of reach. I ached for him to touch me there, to give me the release I craved. But Alex denied us both, his touch always stopping just short
