At her day job, she used a sheet for modesty, but with me it wasn’t necessary. My body was as much hers as mine, so I rolled and waited. My eyes closed again after
we exchanged a brief glance and I smiled to see that she was also undressed.
Her skin slid against mine, the oil making it glide easily. My muscles released under her touch. When she climbed onto the table, her knees surrounded my hips.
My lips turned up again, and my eyes opened.
“Hi,” she said softly. “Relaxed?”
“Mm-hm,” I hummed, brain and body jelly.
She scooted down and began a feathery-light trail of touches up the outside of my thighs. “Good. Let me make you feel even better.”
Kissing me softly, she let the passion build slowly. Her hands roamed, stopping to tease the small hoops through my n*****s, eventually sett
