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I start to knead her ass, loving the feel of it under my hands, the way it gives and moves under my direction. Olivia moans, and looking down as I pull her cheeks apart, I see the glistening wetness between her legs.

I feel my dick harden, so fast and so strong that it almost bowls me over. I reach up to palm myself through my clothes, only for a moment, before returning my hands to Olivia’s ass. This is going to be a night to remember – for both of us.

Chapter Thirteen

Olivia

If I was hot for Aaron before, now I can barely stand it. I just want him to carry on touching me forever. I have momentary doubt as his hands knead my ass, softening my muscles and offering maddening sensations as my flesh moves. Should I really let him do this to me? Shouldn’t I stop him and cover myself up?

But I want it – I want it so bad. And now that I feel it, I don’t want it to stop. I think about the romance books I love to read, the kind I would like to write one day. The heroes are always just like Aaron, strong and powerful, not afraid to say what they want or to take it either. He’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of, a strong and handsome man who isn’t afraid to do whatever he feels like. I must be in heaven. It’s like someone heard my dreams and sent him here to fulfill everything I’ve ever wanted.

His hand keeps sliding over my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and then pushing them together. During those brief moments I’m totally exposed, and it feels like Aaron must be able to see everything. My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounding. I feel so bad – but I don’t want it to stop.

The heat between my thighs keeps increasing – even more so when Aaron’s hands leave my ass and slip down to the top of my legs. His fingers sweep to the inside edge, drawing a moan from my throat. I want him to inch his fingers up, to draw them through the wetness there, but he doesn’t – so close, and never quite touching.

I think about telling him to go further, but I bite my lip. In the moment I feel heat sweep up over my face, flooding me pink, and I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been in this kind of situation before, and I don’t know how to do dirty talk – what if it sounds stupid?

What if I’m reading the situation all wrong, and this is all just part of a full-body massage?

But it feels so good – and I can feel how close he is to really touching me, to touching my most intimate area that no one has ever touched before. He must want it, too. He can’t just be teasing me. I can feel something in the air, something unfamiliar – a kind of atmosphere that I’ve never experienced.

I think of those books, those heroes. What would the heroines say? They might beg breathlessly to be touched, or even just wiggle their bodies to get his hands where they want them to be. Usually, in the books I read, the hero just takes control and leads the way – guiding her to ecstasy.

That thought makes me shiver, with anticipation and need. The thought of Aaron guiding me to my own ecstasy, the first time I will ever experience it.

I don’t know if I can bring myself to say the words – if I’m bold enough to utter them. I haven’t ever had that kind of confidence, to just come out and say it. But I want Aaron to touch me. I want it so much it’s all I can think about.

If he keeps going any longer, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist.

I need it – I need his hands to move lower, to touch me the way I want. I feel like my blood is on fire. My skin is heated to the touch, so much so he must be able to feel it.

What will he do to me now?

Chapter Fourteen

Aaron

The time is right. I know it from the way that Olivia whimpers low in her throat, so quiet she probably thinks I can’t hear it. I know it from the way her body makes tiny subtle movements, edging towards my fingers, her ass raising slightly in the air above the bed, wanting me to touch her deeper.

I’ll give her what she wants – just not like this. No, first there’s more to come – more of her body that I haven’t yet massaged.

I stop moving my hands, letting them rest with my palms on her ass cheeks, cupping her.

“Roll over,” I say, my voice coming out deep and husky. “Let me massage the rest of you.”

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