Page 15 of His Cabin Obsession

“That’s better,” he says, and drops more oil on my back before starting in with the massage again. This time, with his weight evenly distributed over me and his hands able to reach both sides of my body with equal ease, it feels so much better. I didn’t even think it was possible, but the equal pressure on both sides of the same muscles at once is pure bliss.

I can’t help moaning now and then as he hits a particularly tender muscle and grinds it into shape, pushing out all of the horrible stress that has gathered there over weeks and years. The stress of exams, of choosing a college, of earning enough at my part-time job to afford this trip. All of it melts away under his hands.

Once he reaches my lower back he stops, then runs his hands one more time along my spine for good measure before shifting. Just when I think the massage is over and I’m about to ask him if I should get up, I feel the cool touch of the oil on my left calf, and I realize that he’s nowhere near done.

Aaron massages one leg and then the other, my calf, then the foot, paying special attention to the pads of my feet and my toe joints. It feels so good I almost want to beg him to keep going. More than that – there’s something so intimate about a foot massage that I feel something stirring inside me.

It grows as his massage continues. Having finished with my lower legs he moves up to my left thigh, working the muscle there all the way up to the towel. I almost tense up again as his hand moves nearer to the area of my body that is covered, but I don’t want him to stop.

I feel myself getting wet, but I’m so relaxed at his touch I can barely do anything about it. I should be mortified. I should get up and cover myself, stop him from touching me anymore.

But when it feels so good – how can I resist?

Maybe if he never knows, it doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

Chapter Twelve

Aaron

Something subtle in the atmosphere has shifted. I know I’m not imagining it. I’ve taken my time on purpose, made sure that she feels as good as she possibly can, playing the perfect gentleman. I won’t touch her without her permission, but I can do as much as I can to make her want to give in to me.

“You know,” I say carefully and slowly, working the muscles in her left thigh. “We’re totally alone out here.”

Olivia makes a humming noise which I take as agreement. I guess she’s too zen right now to answer properly, which means my hands are doing their job.

“No one is around for miles,” I continue. “The door’s locked and we’re the only ones with the keys. No one can interrupt us out here.”

I hear Olivia’s breath catch, the only hint of a reaction that I can get. Something in her is incredibly still now, like she’s holding her breath, waiting for whatever I will say next. Like she’s ready to hear it.

“It’s totally private,” I tell her, moving to her right thigh and taking my time to work the muscles there, starting from closer to her knee and moving upwards as I talk. “We can do whatever we want. There’s no one to stop us, no one to judge. It’s just between you and me.”

Olivia still hasn’t made a verbal reply. I can feel the tension in the room now, sizzling in the air, and I know that I have her. Still, I have to make sure. I want to show her that she’s already mine – whether she knows it now or not. I’ll make her mine, and there’s no other possible outcome.

“You know, I can work a full-body massage. I mean, full body. The gluteus muscle needs some love, too. You know where the gluteus muscles are?”

“Yes,” Olivia says, her first response. Her voice sounds light and throaty.

“Well?” I pause, my hands going to the towel. I lean forward over her. “Should I carry on?”

“Yes,” Olivia says in a rush, like she doesn’t trust her nerve if she doesn’t agree right away.

I grasp hold of the towel and pull it away, revealing the rest of her body, uncovered and naked now before me. Her ass is just as juicy as I thought it would be under her clothes, round and plump, perfectly formed, just itching for my hands to stroke it.

Olivia draws in a sharp breath with the cool air on her exposed skin, but she doesn’t change her mind or tell me no. I admire her for a moment, drinking her in with my eyes, then lower my hands to her warm flesh.

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