Every touch was slow and gentle, yet somehow possessive, and I let myself surrender to his touch.
“You’re so tense.”
His hands slid down my thighs, then back up, spreading my legs slightly, and I was glad he couldn't see my face. The oil made everything glide, and when his fingers brushed between my thighs from behind, teasing my swollen, sensitive p***y, I moaned into the pillow.
“Kayde…”
“Shh. Just feel.”
He worked me with the same devastating patience he’d shown in the bath. Two thick, oil-coated fingers pushed inside me while his other hand reached underneath to circle my c**t. The dual sensation, the warm oil, his rough hands, and the way he curled his fingers against that perfect spot had me writhing on the bed.
He didn’t rush. He massaged me inside and out, stroking deep and s
