Page 65 of Friends With Benefits

“I get it,” he said hoarsely.

“We’re going to breathe together. Do you remember how to do yogic breathing?”

“Uh…I think so.”

“Breathe in…through the nostrils…fill your belly…” She instructed as they went, her voice low and velvety. He followed her directions, feeling just a little silly, but he went along with it.

“We’re going to breathe in unison,” she whispered. Her eyes focused steady and warm on his face as they inhaled slowly, exhaled even slower, again and again. After only a few breaths, Mitch felt his body relaxing…well, most of his body. His cock got even harder, if that was possible.

There was something about breathing with Kerri that made him feel…weird. Not bad weird, but good weird. Mesmerized. Hypnotized. His chest rose and, although he kept his eyes on her face, he could sense her breasts rising at the same time. The movements of their bodies were slight but synchronized, and a feeling of peace flowed slowly over him.

His gaze locked with hers and he had the fantastic thought that he could see inside her soul as their breaths mingled and their bodies moved together. He had no idea how long they sat there and breathed together, but when Kerri let go of his hands and gently placed her palms on his face, he felt as if he was in a trance.

Her warm soft hands framed his face, her eyes still on his. “I’m going to touch you all over,” she whispered. “I made a special oil just for us.”

She reached carefully for the bottle that sat beside them and poured a generous amount into her hand. Again, the scent went straight to his dick. It wasn’t a strong smell, but had a distinct effect on him.

She put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them over him, so agonizingly slowly, stroking softly, lushly. She moved from there down his arms, over his biceps that flexed under her touch. A small, admiring smile touched her lips as she stroked him, watched every muscle bunch and twitch. “Relax,” she whispered.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he protested. “I am so far from relaxed…”

“But you’re enjoying it…aren’t you?” She looked a little anxious for a moment.

“Christ, yeah.” He groaned with pleasure as her hands, slick with the oil, found his again. It was only hishands, for God’s sake, but as she rubbed and slid her fingers over and between his, he felt it through every cell of his body. Pleasure surged through his veins, sensations sparked across his flesh and he ached for her.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he moaned softly. “God, Kerri, I need you so bad.”

“I know,” she whispered. “You can do it. Just feel every sensation. Enjoy every touch. Don’t think too far ahead.”

He closed his eyes, his head feeling heavy on his shoulders, and his world narrowed to Kerri’s hands on him, everywhere, teasing, touching, tempting. An erotic cocoon of soft music, exotic scents and enticing touch enclosed them. It could have been hours later when Kerri finally broke the spell, his whole body burning up, a mass of sizzling erotic sensations.

“Now it’s your turn,” he dimly heard her say over the blood roaring in his ears. Her hands rested on his knees. She had touched him everywhere except where he really, really wanted to her to touch. He almost groaned again.

He struggled to open his eyes. She sat there in front of him and to his lust-fogged eyes she appeared to have a glowing aura around her nude body. He blinked.

She took his hand, turned it palm up, and poured some of the oil into it. It almost felt burning hot, which was very strange. He rubbed his hands together as she had, feeling the warmth seep through his already heated body.

He touched her shoulders almost hesitantly, feeling a little overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. Some kind of weird shit was going on here.

Her shoulders were so small and smooth. He smoothed his hands over them, trying to go slowly. His hands wanted to race to her breasts, but he resisted.

“Keep concentrating on the sensation,” she breathed. “This part is still for you, too.”

“Yeah.” He followed the same path over her body as she had over his, her firm, slender arms, her small hands. When he took her hands in his and slipped his fingers between hers, slick and warm from the oil, he felt as if some kind of energy passed between them. He almost jerked back at the force of it.

Startled, he met her eyes and she, too, looked a bit unnerved.

He swallowed and kept going, from her small toes, up sleek legs, focusing intently on keeping his touch slow and lingering. Her eyes, too, fell closed as she drank in the sounds and scents and absorbed his touch.

His hands hovered over her breasts, aching to fill his palms with her lush softness.

She opened her eyes and reached up for his hands. “Not yet,” she whispered.

God! He almost fell over onto his back. “I’m gonna die, Kerri,” he said pleadingly.

She shook her head. “No you aren’t.”

She poured more oil into her palm and on the back of her hand and touched Mitch’s cock. Her fingers delicately and excitingly touched his scrotum, then massaged his testicles with both hands. The top of his head was going to blow off and his skin tightened and prickled all over. His thighs went rigid and pressure built at the base of his spine, agonizingly sweet. His whole body was aroused to such a heightened point of sensitivity he feared he might explode.

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