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“Me too. My parents and my sister, Lori, think I’m crazy. She moved to the city after marrying her lawyer husband and my parents live a few towns over, in a more developed small town, preferring it to the hustle and bustle of the city.”
“My parents and my younger brother are the same way. But we all end up where we’re supposed to in the end. I truly believe that.”
We talked about our childhoods, both of us raised by strong, loving parents, but in different sibling roles. My younger brother followed me around and copied me, while he barely paid any attention to his older sister, only growing closer to her as they got older.
“Did you always like doing massages?” Banks handed me an ice cream cone before licking his.
“Yes. the human body has always fascinated me, especially with how the muscles work. I studied it all the time, choosing classes that focused on the specific systems I liked. I practiced on fake mannequins until my technique got better.”
Banks listened and hung on to every word like I was the best storyteller in all the land.
“What about you?”
“The whole lumberjack thing kind of fell into my lap. I had been doing odd jobs here and there around town, but nothing special. Then Clay’s crew came to town, and I applied, not knowing what to expect. He brought me on as an apprentice. But I got all of my training from him and soon, I was hired as a full-time employee.”
After finishing our cones, Banks took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. “Can I ask for a slow dance?”
“Sure,” I said, my curiosity piqued.
Inside his room, Banks picked up a remote and pressed a couple of buttons, one dimming the lights, while the other turned on soft music. Then he took me in his arms and spun me around in a circle, my wounds from earlier forgotten. I laughed, my head spinning as he slowed me down and kissed my forehead.
We took our time, staying embraced in the song, our hands beginning to explore where our mouths have yet to taste.
Soon his hands found my hair and worked themselves around to the back of my neck, making a fist with my soft tendrils as he yanked my head back, gentle yet demanding at the same time.
It wasn’t long before his mouth found my neck and latched onto my sweet spot below my ear, his tongue swirling on the skin before sucking hard. When he lifted his mouth, he blew on thewet skin, his hot breath on my cool skin sending shivers from my head to my toes.
“Can I have my way with you now, Delilah?”
His voice, nothing but a growl full of hot desire and need, went straight to between my legs, the need for friction there multiplying by the second.
“As long as you promise to make me come.”
“Oh baby, I don’t need to promise. Itwillhappen. It’s only a matter of time.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Banks
Her scent,her hair, her figure, hereverythingwere like an intoxicating mixture I wanted to dive into and never come up for air again. My hands roamed her exquisite curves, my fingers dug into her perfect flesh, her womanly body the kind I craved.
I walked her backwards towards my bed and when her knees hit the mattress, I gently pushed her down onto my bed. She fell onto my sheets in only her bra and panties, her sweater, tank top, and pants tossed to the side as I stripped off my clothes, piece by piece, until I was in nothing but my boxer briefs.
My hard cock strained against the tight cotton fabric, and I reached inside and pulled it out, pushing my boxer briefs down my legs. Her mouth dropped open ever so slightly as she took in the sight of me stroking my hard dick in front of her, my ab muscles flexing in and out, my forearm muscles prominent. My head fell back as I stroked myself, the stress draining itself from my body. Knowing she was watching me turned me on more and when one of her hands slipped underneath her panties, I nearly lost all control.
Her hand moved in slow circles underneath the lacy fabric, her legs falling to the side, as she let herself slip underneath the spell of the moment.
“My God, Delilah, you’re so fucking beautiful. So, fucking beautiful.” I stroked myself again before climbing onto the bed. “I enjoy watching you touch yourself.”
She groaned and her free hand cupped one of her breasts, pulling it out from behind the lacy fabric, her fingers playing with her taut pink nipple. I wanted to taste it so bad my mouth watered, but I liked watching her while stroking my cock, building up the anticipation.
Her movements became hurried, frenzied almost as she slipped a finger inside and pulled out her other breast. Before she completely let go, I pulled her hands away and gathered both of them above her head, holding them at the wrist with one of my hands.
Delilah wiggled beneath me, squirming from side to side. “I need more. Please.” She begged.
“Need more what?”
“You know what.” Her breath came out in spurts.
