Page 19 of Match Point

“Your first match is tomorrow afternoon. You should relax.”

“I have a dedicated masseuse,” he replied. “I don’t need—ohh.”

He trailed off as I dug my palms into his shoulder blades, gently kneading the muscle back and forth. I admired him while I worked. He had the most incredible set of back muscles. His shoulders were corded and bulging, but the lower part of his trapezius muscles were leaner. They twisted and moved as he adjusted his arms, placing them underneath his head.

“Miranda, I think I’ve gone to heaven.”

“Now you know how I felt a minute ago.”

“This is better,” he insisted, voice muffled by the comforter. “We don’t even need to have sex. Just keep doingthat.”

I massaged most of his back, light tension with some gentle caressing to make it more relaxing than a sports massage. The last thing I wanted to do was injure him the night before his first match, after all. I enjoyed sitting on his butt while I worked—it was big and warm and squishy with muscle. It felt so nice that I wanted to crawl off of it and sink my teeth into the flesh, biting a chunk out of it!

I didn’t say that, though. That was the kind of thing that might scare a guy off.

Touching his chiseled body got me hot and bothered within minutes. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I slid down off his butt and brought my lips down to his skin, kissing him gently on the spine. I slid a hand underneath his body until I found his cock. It was already rock-hard, radiating heat.

Dominic moaned as I stroked him while kissing up his spine. I loved the way his skin felt; it was almost like I could taste the powerful muscle underneath.

With my free hand, I grabbed a handful of his plump butt. Yeah, that feltnice.

My intention was to stroke him, turn him over, and then give him a fantastic blowjob as payback for the amazing way he had gone down onme. But before I could put my plan into motion, Dominic twisted sideways underneath me, reached back to grab my arm, and yanked me down to the bed next to him.

“Give me some of that ass,” he said, rolling me onto my side away from him. I squeaked as he guided his hard length into me from behind—I was sopping wet and he slid right in, his thickness pressing tight against my inner walls. My entire body shuddered from the explosion of pleasure caused by his cock.

“God,” he groaned into the back of my head. “I take it back. This is better than the massage.”

Still on my side, I twisted my head around so that I could kiss him. I jammed my tongue into his mouth, and then when his began to swirl against mine I pulled it into my mouth and sucked it between my lips, like I was giving his tongue a miniature blowjob. Dominic responded by increasing his pace, fucking me harder. Hair from his happy trail tickled my ass as he slid in and out, wet and thick and full.

The angle was intense, but exactly the right amount that I needed. Soon I was arching my back and shoving my ass against him, meeting his strokes halfway.

“Miranda.” My name was a prayer and a curse on his lips.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Harder. Fuck me. Just like that. Harder!Don’t stop!”

He didn’t. He pumped faster and faster until his fingers were digging into my hip, and then he cried out with ecstasy and pushed as far as he could, coming deep inside of me, filling me with his warmth. I twisted around again and kissed him as he came, the passion in our lips diminishing in time with the throbbing spurts of his cock. We slumped over into the pillows, too spent to move.

I savored the feeling of his dick inside me, slowly softening while I squeezed it tight with my inner muscles. I didn’t want him to leave me.

“No massage isthatgood,” I breathed.

He vibrated with silent laughter that I felt through our conjoined skin. “Not any massage I’ve ever had, at least.”

We closed our eyes and enjoyed the peaceful, quiet moment for a while.

Normally, I wouldn’tdaretease a guy in bed. You just never knew how a man might react. But I felt like I could be myself around Dominic, and the moment called for some lighthearted teasing.

“So,” I said evenly. “Was I just that good, or do you normally only last a few minutes?”

His shocked reaction made me bust out laughing.

“You’re not very funny,” he said.

“Who says I’m joking?”

He grinned mischievously. “Then I guess we’ll have to do it again.”

“I’m already worried that I’ve worn you out too much,” I replied as he readjusted himself onto the bed, allowing me to cuddle up against his warm body. “Wasn’t it Rocky’s coach who told him women weaken a man’s legs before a fight?”

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