I took a deep breath and slipped into the room. If I said even one word, I’d give myself away. Justin was scheduled to work with Elle, and I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be if she knew it was me instead. Frank Sinatra’s buttery voice played softly in the background. Soft, relaxing lights bathed the table. Calming fragrance filled the air with a soothing scent. In my mind, Justin was due a promotion for setting the stage just right.
Elle was face down on the table, covered by the warming blanket. Lemongrass essential oil was my choice for her massage. Not only did she love the scent, but I knew her muscles were sore and tight. When I folded the blanket to expose her back, Luke’s constant preaching made sense. Backs and necks were sexy. I was an ass and tit man, but Elle’s skin was smooth, silky perfection. I wanted to trace her spine with my tongue, from her neck to her ass. She was flawless.
I focused my mind on the game and oiled up my hands. The second I touched her body, mine relaxed, and I felt an undeniable sense of home. My fingers kneaded the muscles in the small of her back, and when I pressed my palms up to her neck, she let a small moan. A moan that went straight from my ears, through my heart, to my aching cock. My continuous motions elicited more small noises of pleasure. Ones I’d wanted to hear for the last few years. I preferred to be buried deep inside her when she made them, but I would take whatever she gave me.
As I worked her the length of her legs, I fought to keep from whispering all the dirty thoughts in my head. How I wanted her legs wrapped around my waist when I pounded into her. How I needed them squeezing around my neck when I drove her wild with my tongue.
Seeing almost every inch of Elle was better than I ever imagined. For a person who didn’t work out and never watched what she ate, her body was in great shape. I wanted to worship her with my mouth instead of my hands. After a taste of her last night, I prayed that tonight I would have another and another.
“Elle, it’s time to roll over. Turn toward your right.” In case she threw me out of the room, my greedy eyes traveled over her one last time.
As soon as she recognized my voice, her body tensed for a second before relaxing again. No, I wasn’t Justin.
Slow movements transferred her from her stomach to her back. Even though I snuck into her room like a creeper to massage her without her permission, I turned my head to give her privacy. Her silence was scaring the crap out of me.
When I turned and looked at her face, our eyes connected. What I saw relieved me of my fears. Hers were warm, loving, and full of a lust I’d never seen.
“Are you going to say something?”
“What you just did to my body was single handedly the most arousing thirty minutes of my life. It felt so good, but the whole time I wished it was you and not Justin.”
“Every single one of your moans made my cock throb. God, I love your body.” I leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her plump lips.
Elle wrapped her hands around my neck and deepened the kiss, plunging her tongue in my mouth.
Before I lost control, I pulled away. “I want you so bad, but we aren’t doing this here on a tiny spa table when there’s a limit to our time together. I want you sprawled out on my bed when I have all night and all day to worship your body over and over again.”