Page 151 of Vows In Corruption

“Okay.”

A few seconds after I say the word, something cold hits my skin and Bennett starts to move it around my body.

His hands slide with the oil and he starts kneading my muscles. I thought what he was going to my ass felt good, but this is a whole other level. His hands press into me hard and my continues to melt into the mattress.

I don’t know how long he massages my back and my ass, but by the time he tells me to turn around, my body is so relaxed that I feel like I’m more asleep than I am awake.

When I turn to lay on my back, Bennett does the same thing as a few minutes ago. Straddles my body and covers me with oil. But time thought, his motions are more methodical. He takes his time with my breasts, making sure that my nipples are are taut when he moves his hands down my belly. He continues to move down until his fingers glide through my pussy lips making sure that no part of me is left uncovered.

My legs twitch when his fingers meet my clit and when he pulls his hand away, I miss it.

The bed shifts under me as Bennett climbs off and goes to grab one of the candles that sits on top of the dresser.

As much I as I want to concentrate on what he is doing, I can’t pay it much attention with him standing only a few feet away fully nude. With the glow of the candles he lit and the moonlight streaming into the room, his body is lit up in a way that would be perfect for a museum. Every single inch of him is glowing and including that delicious V that I want to slide my tongue against, and his cock that is at half mast.

This man is gorgeous and perfect in almost every way. I can’t believe that I’m married to him. I can’t believe that an agreement of two years of marriage has brought me to this moment where my heart is so full and owned by the someone who was just supposed to be my boss. Never in a million years did I think that taking a job as an assistant would get me here, but I’m glad it did.

My eyes go back to what Bennett is doing when I notice him tilt the candle he is holding just enough to drop some wax on the inside of his wrist.

He’s testing it.

I find it insane that this man, this billionaire of a man that has other important things to do and think about, took the time to do this. To learn about something that he has never done just because I told him that I was curious about it. Any other person would have jumped in head first and probably would have made It dangerous for both of us, but not Bennett. From what I’m seeing, he looked into it and has learned the proper way to include something like wax in the bedroom.

It’s even the little things that he does that leave me in awe.

When Bennett is satisfied with the temperature of the candle, he walks back to the bed, but instead of getting on top, he stands close to the edge.

“Give me your wrist.” He orders, holding out one of his hands to me.

With butterflies of excitement moving through my belly, I sit up and give him my wrist. Ever so slowly, he drops a few drops of wax onto my skin and the sensation is not one that I thought that I would like but it feels really good. Better than good.

“Is that too hot?” He ask, his eyes on my face, making sure that I don’t like.

I shake my head. “No, it’s perfect.”

He’s perfect and I leaning up and place my lips to tell him just that.

“Lay back down,” he says when I pull away and I gladly oblige.

With my back to the mattress, and my eyes on Bennett, he hold the candle just above my body and he drop the first few drops of wax onto my skin.

This wax gives off a different feeling than the one waxers use on body hair. This one feels lighter, softer in away and I think I like more.

Bennett continues to speed droplets all over my body, starting with my arms and then moving to my belly and when he drops a few droplets on my chest, covering my nipples, I let out a moan. The heat feels perfect against my skin. He then moves back down my body again and this time he doesn’t stop until he has the candle just above my pussy.

My eyes stay on his face as he licks his lips and drops a few drop on my mound. Another moan escapes me when the hot droplets meet my bare skin. When a few drops land against my clit, I let out a yelp but then it quickly replaced with a moan.

Never in my life did I think that this would be something that I liked, that I even enjoyed, but I do. I guess it takes the right person, one that makes you feel safest try something like this with.

After dropping a few more beads of hot was abasing my thighs, Bennett places the candle down and takes a look at his handy work.

“How do you feel?”

I can’t help but to give him the dopiest smile ever. “Really good.”

“I’m about to make you feel even better.”

And he does.

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