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He prodded her clit and a muscle in her thigh jumped. He chuckled and did it again. She didn’t laugh, although she had to admit that it was kind of funny. However, she was more interested in the electric zing of nerves when he touched her clit than the jumping leg. She released her knees, her feet dropping back down to the bed.
Get on with it, she told him in her head. This wasn’t time for games. Her body was so ready and her brain kept running back and forth across all the things he’d already done to her, trying to guess what he might do next.
He turned her over.
He just grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, face down. She caught herself on her elbows and froze there, not sure where she was for a split second. She was just about to ask herself if she should push up further or relax when she felt his hands on her ass. She kept her arms bent and ready, but laid her head on the pillow.
He ran his fingers lightly over her ass cheeks, both hands making the same motions, one on each side. As he got to the lower part, he pushed up with his palms. When he got to the top, he dug his fingertips in and dragged them down. Nice. It was like a massage, but instead of having the rest of her discretely covered with a sheet neatly tucked around her, she was fully nude.
She relaxed a little bit more. This was nice. She always wanted the masseuse to spend a little more time there. He had strong hands and managed to use exactly the amount of pressure that she liked. She took a deep breath, like she would at the spa, and let it out, relaxing into her breath as he kneaded her ass. All his attention was on that one area of her body. She closed her eyes, picturing what they must look like, him kneeling behind her, his hands all over her bare ass, lifting, digging and pulling. Definitely not like a spa! She smiled.
His fingers changed their path slightly, his thumbs trailing close to her crack on their way down, and pulling her cheeks a little apart on their way up. Then he stopped his up and down motion entirely and started making big circles with his thumbs. She felt the pressure on her sit bones like she had earlier, his fingers pushing against her flesh and then pulling it, separating each cheek from the other, beginning to play peek-a-boo with her naughty parts. Each circle brought his fingers tantalizingly close before dancing away again. She moaned.
He ran his hands down her inner thighs to her knees and pushed them further apart. Cool air tickled her pussy, emphasizing how hot she was, and how wet. He went right back to doing what he had been doing to her ass, only now she was exposed and open while he did it. He pushed hard against her, rocking her hips into the bed as he dug his fingers into the thick flesh, spreading and separating. Each time he shoved forward, she wanted to push back, to help his fingers find places to go inside of her.
She breathed deeply, trying to stay in the moment while her body kept telling her that if she pushed back now – or now – or now – his thumbs could just slide right in, slide right across her slippery parts. She fought the urge to lift her ass up like an animal in heat. She knew he was behind her somewhere, and if she lifted up, he could just lean forward with his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock, and push into her and fill her the way her body was now begging, demanding to be filled. Breathe, she thought to herself, as his fingers teased close yet again and then danced away. It was torture, sweet, delicious torture to feel his fingers so close and yet so far.
And then they stopped, holding each cheek firmly away from the other. She forgot to breathe as she waited. What was this? What was he doing? She lay there, hyper-aware of her ass on the bed, feeling herself spread wide and open, his hands holding her apart. She was vulnerable here, very vulnerable. Tension kicked in as she contracted, holding her breath.
And then suddenly released as he leaned forward and she felt his hot wet mouth at the top of her crack, just under her tailbone, his tongue teasing and snaking around while his hands still held her open at the bottom. Oh god, it was so wet, so hot and slippery and so good, so fucking good…
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