anywhere?”
“My feet are always sore from wearing heels and I tend to carry tension in my neck and shoulders. Other than that, I’m actually pretty relaxed.”
She pondered her unusually relaxed state as Terry arranged a towel to cover Emma’s breasts and pubic area while leaving a section of her stomach exposed. By all accounts she should be knotted up right now from her earlier stress, but instead she found it surprisingly easy to just lie back and let go. A few moments later the table next to her creaked as Ryan climbed on it. He wore a pair of boxer briefs and he laid on his stomach, turning to look at her.
When he mouthed the words “you’re so beautiful” she found herself looking away from him in a shy gesture that was unusual for her. It was too unsure, too fragile a move for the clients who played D/s games with her. When her gaze met his again, her breath froze in her chest as he held out his hand. The beds were close enough that they could easily touch if they wanted to. She absently wondered if he’d requested it this way, then quickly realized he had. Ryan’s attention to detail was phenomenal, and it hurt her heart in an odd way to realize that Ryan knew more about what she liked than her ex. From the snack of strawberries and champagne to remembering songs she’d liked in high school, Ryan made her feel cared for…valued even.
Red warning lights went off in the back of her mind, but she was too relaxed to let them take hold. She’d been under so much pressure lately, and her body needed this release. So at least for right now, Emma would pretend that she wasn’t having butterflies flitting through her stomach every time Ryan gently rubbed her hand with his thumb and that she didn’t intend for this to be their last time together.
When Terry began to massage her feet she closed her eyes, but kept her hand resting comfortably in Ryan’s. He stopped moving and just held her as, inch by inch, Emma’s body seemed to sink into the table, inch by inch. Terry must be a goddess in human form. That could be the only explanation for the lovely feelings of complete relaxation flowing through her. For what seemed like forever she held hands with Ryan as they both got worked over. The rough grunts that he let out when his masseuse hit a tight spot sent little bursts of arousal through her.
The only time they stopped holding hands was when they were told to flip. While Ryan didn’t have an erection, he was still a big enough boy that even while he was soft, it was easy to see the shape of his cock. Emma mused that a dick that size could hurt a girl if she wasn’t careful. Ryan would have to give her lots and lots of foreplay, because she would need to be heavily aroused to do take him all the way without unwelcome pain. Just the thought of the broad head pushing into her caused her breathing to pick up.
When she glanced back up to his face she saw that he was giving her a very smug look. She stuck out her tongue then closed her eyes but gave his hand a little squeeze. She liked holding hands with him even if he was a brat. In some ways, it was a novel experience for her. Although she was a monogamist, Emma’s relationships had always started out hot and heavy right out of the gate. Sex on the first date wasn’t something she was ashamed of enjoying. Denying herself pleasure seemed like a silly thing. But with Ryan she allowed him to give her the slow buildup that would lead to something powerful and dangerous.
Her nipples peaked with arousal and she flushed while Terry worked her hand. No more sexy time thoughts until this was over. Being turned on while the motherly woman massaged her struck Emma as being too weird.
Instead of focusing on who Ryan was now, she went through her memories of him when he was younger. He’d been quiet, kind of shy, and his hair had been long enough to reach his neck. Shallow bitch that she was in high school, she’d never considered him hot. He’d been skinny and
“My feet are always sore from wearing heels and I tend to carry tension in my neck and shoulders. Other than that, I’m actually pretty relaxed.”
She pondered her unusually relaxed state as Terry arranged a towel to cover Emma’s breasts and pubic area while leaving a section of her stomach exposed. By all accounts she should be knotted up right now from her earlier stress, but instead she found it surprisingly easy to just lie back and let go. A few moments later the table next to her creaked as Ryan climbed on it. He wore a pair of boxer briefs and he laid on his stomach, turning to look at her.
When he mouthed the words “you’re so beautiful” she found herself looking away from him in a shy gesture that was unusual for her. It was too unsure, too fragile a move for the clients who played D/s games with her. When her gaze met his again, her breath froze in her chest as he held out his hand. The beds were close enough that they could easily touch if they wanted to. She absently wondered if he’d requested it this way, then quickly realized he had. Ryan’s attention to detail was phenomenal, and it hurt her heart in an odd way to realize that Ryan knew more about what she liked than her ex. From the snack of strawberries and champagne to remembering songs she’d liked in high school, Ryan made her feel cared for…valued even.
Red warning lights went off in the back of her mind, but she was too relaxed to let them take hold. She’d been under so much pressure lately, and her body needed this release. So at least for right now, Emma would pretend that she wasn’t having butterflies flitting through her stomach every time Ryan gently rubbed her hand with his thumb and that she didn’t intend for this to be their last time together.
When Terry began to massage her feet she closed her eyes, but kept her hand resting comfortably in Ryan’s. He stopped moving and just held her as, inch by inch, Emma’s body seemed to sink into the table, inch by inch. Terry must be a goddess in human form. That could be the only explanation for the lovely feelings of complete relaxation flowing through her. For what seemed like forever she held hands with Ryan as they both got worked over. The rough grunts that he let out when his masseuse hit a tight spot sent little bursts of arousal through her.
The only time they stopped holding hands was when they were told to flip. While Ryan didn’t have an erection, he was still a big enough boy that even while he was soft, it was easy to see the shape of his cock. Emma mused that a dick that size could hurt a girl if she wasn’t careful. Ryan would have to give her lots and lots of foreplay, because she would need to be heavily aroused to do take him all the way without unwelcome pain. Just the thought of the broad head pushing into her caused her breathing to pick up.
When she glanced back up to his face she saw that he was giving her a very smug look. She stuck out her tongue then closed her eyes but gave his hand a little squeeze. She liked holding hands with him even if he was a brat. In some ways, it was a novel experience for her. Although she was a monogamist, Emma’s relationships had always started out hot and heavy right out of the gate. Sex on the first date wasn’t something she was ashamed of enjoying. Denying herself pleasure seemed like a silly thing. But with Ryan she allowed him to give her the slow buildup that would lead to something powerful and dangerous.
Her nipples peaked with arousal and she flushed while Terry worked her hand. No more sexy time thoughts until this was over. Being turned on while the motherly woman massaged her struck Emma as being too weird.
Instead of focusing on who Ryan was now, she went through her memories of him when he was younger. He’d been quiet, kind of shy, and his hair had been long enough to reach his neck. Shallow bitch that she was in high school, she’d never considered him hot. He’d been skinny and
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