Page 60 of The First Time

“What is all this?” she asks as she walks into the room.

“Come lie down,” I pat the bed next to me. “This is spa night for Layla.”

She doesn’t argue as she sits next to me.

“Lie down on your stomach,” I instruct her.

She looks at me skeptically. “You’re serious? Is this gonna last like two minutes, and then you want sex?”

“Of course not,” I laugh. “I’m pretty sure if I wanted sex, you’d be all for it.”

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to try to deny it, but she knows I’m right.

“Good. Glad you agree,” I tell her. “Now, lie down on your stomach. Are there any muscles that hurt more than others?”

“My feet and my back,” she mumbles into the pillow.

“Got it, babe. Just close your eyes and relax.”

I grab the lotion and pour some on my hands, making sure to mix it into my hands first to make it warm. Then sit on the side of her, and start with her shoulders. I can instantly feel the tension in her muscles.

I swear her stubbornness carries through even in a massage. I can feel her muscles fighting with me, not wanting to give up control. Finally, they give in, and she begins to relax.

I pull the towel down until it is just covering her ass and spend the next twenty minutes massaging the rest of her back, letting her moan her way through the entire thing like my dick isn’t confused as hell. He wants to know why we are in bed with thewoman of our dreams who is naked and moaning, and yet we are not allowed to get in on the action.

Then, I crawl to the end of the bed and grab a foot, working my thumbs into each section, before moving onto the other foot.

I start working her calves as I notice her heavy breathing. I think she’s asleep. I smile to myself, thinking I’ve accomplished what I wanted, so I start crawling over to my space to go to sleep.

Layla lifts her head slightly. “You’re done?”

“I thought you were asleep. Do you still want me to massage you?” I ask, still on my hands and knees.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Touch you?”

“Please. My new boyfriend was somehow able to make it through an entire massage without trying to have sex. I think it’s a little insulting.”

I laugh as she makes a pouty face. Then I yank down my grey sweatpants and let my hard dick hang out. I grab it and give it a stroke. “It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, Freckles. I just wanted to make this about you.”

“I appreciate that. Now, touch me,” she demands, and I’m not about to make my girl ask me a third time.

I grab the towel and rip it away from her, exposing her ass. I lean in and kiss a cheek as my fingers gently run from her ankle up to the top of her thigh, then I push it out so I can see her pussy.

“Have you been this wet the entire time?” I growl as I look down at her glistening pussy.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I spread her cheeks, then run some fingers from her clit to her opening, where I push them inside. From this angle, I need to push my fingers down to hit the spot that I know will make her come. I do it a couple of times, and she is already groaning and panting.

While my fingers continue, I kiss my way from her lower back up to her shoulder.

I whisper in her ear. “Is this what you wanted, Freckles?”

“Yes, please,” she begs as she wiggles her ass, pushing my fingers further into her.

“Please, what?” I ask, wanting to know what else she wants.

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