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My forehead scrunches. “You blew on the sake before you drank it.”
“I like sake better warm. I like tea hot.”
It reminds me for a second of what Dante had said.I don’t want to get fucked in the mouth by the sun.I can’t help the small laugh that escapes.
“Something wrong?” Yvette asks.
“No.” I point to the oils. “You ever use these for massages?”
“I haven’t, but that’s not a terrible idea. I may have a massage table somewhere…”
“Is there anything you don’t have? Your whole house is like a Mary Poppins’ bag. But at the same time it’s tidy. How is that even possible?”
“Magic.” She winks.
“Yeah, well maybe you could share some of that magic with my neighbor, Hank.”
“Is Hank unhappy with his space?” Yvette asks.
“I don’t know, probably not, he never leaves it.”
“Then let him be. His home is probably exactly the way he wants it to be.”
I bet she’s right. She’s right a lot of the fuckin’ time, I’m quickly learning. “You’re a good person, Spark. A genuine person.”
“Thank you, I know. Now”—she pulls out a folding massage table from a hall closet and sets it up in this…miscellaneous room—“you ready for your massage?”
“My massage?” I shake my head. “I’m massagingyou, hon.”
“What, really? With those bear paws?” She looks at my hands with dismay.
“I’m not some brute. I can be gentle.”
“Um…okay. Not too gentle, though,” she says, a bit teasingly. Oh fuck. Before the night is over, I swear, this woman will be the death of me.
She drags over a small table filled with oils and other accoutrement, then lays a blanket over the table, then grabs another, softer one. And then she takes all of her clothes off.
Every…stitch.
I gulp a thick swallow, as I just stare at her gorgeous, plentiful body. I can’t even blink, I don’t want to miss a split-second of this view. “Am I supposed to look away?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” Yvette says, smiling unshyly. “I am going to put this over me though.”
“Shame.”
She lays down on the table, face down in the little hole, ass up, and shimmies the blanket up halfway, just barely covering half of her butt.
Ignoring my cock which has reached an all-time high level of demand for her, I look down at the array of oils. “Which one should I use?”
“You choose.”
“This one smells really good.” I hold it to her nose.
“It’s not an essential oil, it’s a lubricant. It’ll work for massages.”
“Okay…” I pour a small amount in my palm and rub my hands together, blowing on them for extra warmth before I touch them to her mid-back. My hands go exploring, up and down her back at first, over her shoulders, down her arms. All the innocent areas, but I could spend some serious time trying to memorize them all. I lose sight of whether I’m doing this more for her pleasure, or my own.
Both.
