Page 71 of Wedlocked

“This room is pretty nice,” I said, pulling off my shirt, tossing it aside, and picking up the bottle of oil again.

“Why do you need to take off your shirt?”

I glanced over my shoulder, noting how she was craning her head up out of that donut pillow thing to look at me. Smiling lazily, I turned. “This service comes with a view.”

“Best view I’ve seen today.”

Ah, that’s the stuff.

“Facedown. I’m about to blow your mind and unknot those muscles.”

She giggled again, and my heart swooped a little. Me and Maddie, we weren’t brand new anymore, but she still made me feel like we were. She made me work for it, and I liked it ‘cause every smile, laugh, and sigh I got from this girl was genuine.

At the table, I found the little foot pedal thingy Helga told me about. Said I would need it because I was tall. She was right, and I pushed my toe against it and the table rose.

Setting aside the oil, I brushed a few strands of hair that escaped the bun on Maddie’s head out of the way and grabbed the edges of the sheet to peel it down to her hips. Before laying it down, I peeked under just to make sure she wasn’t completely naked.

White panties.Might as well be.

But fuuuck… she was gorgeous. I bit my lip, taking in all that smooth, bare skin that seemed to glow in the flickering candlelight. Having her facedown was a little rush because she couldn’t see my every move. Instead, she trusted me to take care of her.

Picking up the small carafe of warmed oil, I drizzled it over her shoulders and then down the center of her spine. She didn’t say a word, but her body rippled under the new sensation.

Laying every inch of my wide hands on her shoulders, I dragged out, smoothing the oil across her back and then down her sides, my thumbs caressing the length of her spine. The oil was silky and fragrant, giving her skin a lustrous sheen.

At her waist, I slid under her, letting my fingers massage her belly before dragging back up to knead her lower back. She sighed quietly, and I used my thumbs to rub deep circles into the space above her hips. I took my time with her lower back and hips, dipping my digits below the sheet with fleeting rubs and light touches.

Her back seemed small compared to my hands, and it didn’t take long to work my way up, using my knuckles in the muscles on either side of her spine, massaging out the tension. More oil drizzled over her, and she sighed.

The room was quiet except for the Zen-like music playing, and between that and her body, I slipped into a bit of a trance. Desire pooled in my lower belly and my dick definitely stood at attention, but there was no impatience. I liked playing with her. Feeling the way her body gave under mine, how it relaxed and became more pliant with every passing moment.

Her shoulders were tighter than the rest of her, and I dug the pads of my fingers in, making her groan. “There you go, baby,” I said, my voice sounding a bit dazed. “Let go of all that tension. Give it all to me.”

She made a small sound, and my cock pulsed. Canting my hips, I pressed the bulge against the side of the table, trapping it in place while I kneaded and massaged. One palm swallowed the back of her neck, and I worked around her collarbone and up to the base of her skull.

Her arms were at her sides, palms up, and I worked my way to the one closest to me, massaging it too. She was completely boneless when I laid it back at her side, letting my fingertips climb over her hip and below the sheet to caress her ass.

I pulled back to move to the other side of the table to her other arm, and she lifted her head, looking for me with half-lidded eyes. “Jamie?”

“I’m right here, baby,” I answered quietly. “Lay back down.”

She listened, and I worked her other arm, then stood at her head to work her shoulders and neck from a different angle. Small goose bumps raced down the backs of her arms, and my heart rate picked up a little at seeing how good I made her feel.

“Roll over, sweetness.”

She didn’t reach for the sheet, just rotated, face up, bare torso on display.

Without delay, I went right for the oil, drizzling it over her breasts, making sure the stream landed right on her nipples. Despite the warmth of the lubrication, they puckered. The breast closest to me disappeared instantly when both my hands surrounded it and gently tugged the flesh up to rub and squeeze. Oil pooled around her nipple as I pulled upward, so I used my thumb to press down and smear it around.

She gasped lightly, and her lashes fluttered. Her dark gaze was unfocused when it met mine, and her cheeks were flushed.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out in the snow with everyone else?”

“Now why in the hell would I want to be doing that when I could be right here with you?” I murmured, still working her breast.

“I like you with me,” she whispered, eyes slipping closed once more.

I moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first. Her body arched up a little into my hands. Smiling, I pressed her back down. “Relax, baby.”

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