I lie naked on my stomach, melting into the sheets as Locke’s strong hands glide over my shoulders in slow, deliberate circles that press deep into my muscles.
I shift slightly, my breasts flattening against the mattress, n*****s hardening from the friction, and a low hum escapes my lips as his hands slide lower, tracing the curve of my waist.
His touch grows bolder now, fingers trailing over the swell of my ass before parting my thighs just enough to expose me.
I feel the air kiss my skin, and then, teasingly slow, his index finger slips between my folds, finding my p***y already damp from anticipation.
He doesn't push in, just strokes along the sensitive outer lips, circling my entrance with feather-light pressure that makes my hips twitch involuntarily.
"Relax," he murmurs, voi
