Page 53 of Quiet Rage
The thought of her hands on me in any way is both exciting and dangerous. I want her touch more than anything, but how much of that can I take before I lose control? I hope I can hold on to my sanity, because no matter the danger, I can’t bring myself to turn her down, either.
“I’d love a turn,” I admit.
She pushes herself up from the bed and sits back on her thighs, making room for me. I try not to stare at her tits as I pull my shirt off and throw it on the ground. I don’t miss how Tamson’s eyes curiously linger on my chest, before I lay down on my stomach. She reached over me to grab the lotion from the nightstand.
I eagerly wait for her touch, the anticipation making my skin hypersensitive. She scoots closer to me until her leg is pressed up against my side. Then her hands are finally on me. Her palms glide over my shoulder so softly, it feels more like a caress than a massage. I smile into the pillow.
Her fingers move over my skin hesitantly, like she is not sure which way to go or how much pressure to apply.
“Is this okay?” she asks in a hushed voice. “I’ve never done this before.”
“It feels amazing,” I tell her honestly. I seriously can’t think of anything else I would rather do than lie right here and have her delicate hands run all over my back.
I don’t want to say that this is better than sex, but damn…it’s pretty close.
She works her way up and down my spine slowly. I savor every second of it, wishing it would never end. I close my eyes and relax into the mattress.
Tamson massages me for maybe twenty minutes. It’s not enough to satisfy me, but I know she must be getting tired. I slowly stretch my arms out before rolling over on my back. I immediately miss her touch.
She sits back and looks at me like she is waiting for instructions on what to do next. I hold open my arms, gesturing for her to lie with me. She hesitates, looking unsure for a moment before deciding to go for it.
Warmth fills my chest as she moves her half-naked body around the bed. She climbs into my embrace, pressing her breasts against my side, and slinging her arm around my torso. Her cheek is flush against my chest, her breath fanning over my skin.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her even closer. Lowering my head, I bury my nose into her hair and suck a deep breath in. She smells like heaven.
Tamson giggles, her body slightly shaking in my hold. “Did you just smell me?”
“Yes,” I admit shamelessly.
“Okay, weirdo,” she says lightheartedly. “What do I smell like?”
“Something sweet and flowery,” I explain as best as I can.
“My shampoo has lavender in it. That’s probably what you are smelling.”
I don’t really care what it's called. I just know it’s my new favorite scent.
“Tell me something about yourself,” I ask, almost desperate to know everything about her. With each new piece of information, I feel the connection between us growing.
“Mmm… Christmas is my favorite holiday,” she offers. “I don’t like the cold weather around that time but I just love the atmosphere. It makes me remember being a kid and how magical everything was back then.”
I try to recall the last time I felt that kind of childlike wonder, but it’s been so long ago, I can't recall it.
“Do you guys decorate the whole house and everything?”
“We put up a few decorations and usually get a small tree, but we never put up any lights. I think my dad just doesn’t want to spend the money. However, my parents would drive us around the rich neighborhoods and let us look at their lights,” she says like she is recalling a fond memory. “What about you? Do you have a favorite holiday?”
“Not really. I haven't celebrated one in a really long time,” I reveal.
“How come?”
“After my mom died, we just stopped.” I remember how disappointed I was when there was no tree and no presents. I asked my dad about it once and never again. I learned my lesson the first time around.
“Maybe we can celebrate together this year,” she offers, filling my head with thoughts of us being together in the future.
“We could rent a cabin. Something with a fireplace. I would string lights all around it, and we would get a big tree.” The more I think about it the better I like this idea.
“Could we play Christmas music all day?”
