Page 75 of Conspiracies and Chemistry

“Or…you could join me? Massages make me horny.”

I sat up so quickly the towel flopped to the floor. My erection bobbed in front of me. “Thank god. I thought it was only me.”

Grinning, she slid off the table and dropped her towel. “Race you to the shower. Loser gives head first.”

I lingered to blow out the candles. It wasn’t safe to leave them unattended.

When I made it to the bathroom, she had the water started in the shower that was large enough for six. “You didn’t even try.” She pouted.

“Getting on my knees for you is what I want to do.” I slipped my arms around her, resting my palms on her butt, which was the only part of her not slick with massage oil. I squeezed the lower curve of her ass. “Now get in the shower so I can have my wicked way with you.”

When she rose on her toes to kiss me, her stomach pressed against my dick and sent a surge of pleasure through me. “Let’s see who’s more wicked,” she murmured against my lips.

I followed her into the shower, where warm water enveloped me from all sides from six body sprays on the walls and a rain head from above. I poured the sage-scented body wash into my palm, lathered it up, and stepped behind her.

“Mmm,” she hummed, leaning against me. My cockhead slipped against the oil on her back. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Is it?” I stepped back and started at her nape, soaping up her skin and smoothing off the oil.

“I expected you to start lower.” She tried to scoot back, but I held her in position, rubbing the suds over her shoulders, her arms, and her hands. Her wrists went loose and floppy. “But this is pretty good too.”

I kissed the clean skin of her shoulder. “Exactly.” Then I started again on her back, stroking down toward her waist. Her butt was free of the oil, but I washed it anyway, teasing a finger into the valley between her cheeks. She hummed and widened her stance. Was she into ass play? I didn’t have much experience with it, but I liked the idea of exploring it with her, later.

I smoothed down the backs of her legs and kneeled. “Hold the grab bar and lift your foot.”

“Are you serious?” Her breathing was quick and shallow. “My foot?”

“There’s oil on your feet, and I don’t want you to slip. Hold on.” I waited until she grasped the handle, then I lifted one foot at a time to scrub the soles of her feet. “Turn.”

She did, which put her tempting pussy right at my eye level. “I’m ready to collect my winnings now,” she said. “I’ll even hold onto the grab bar.”

“I’m not finished.” I poured more body wash into my hands and started at her toes, then worked my way up her shins, over her knees, to her thighs, where I paused. “Hmm, I don’t think this is massage oil.” I scooped some of the shiny liquid from the inside of her thigh onto my finger and popped it into my mouth. “Definitely not almond oil.”

“My god.” Her cheeks were red. “If I’d known you were going to?—”

I brushed my knuckle over her clit, and she froze. “I think you need to learn some patience, sw—” I choked back the pet name. But with my finger on her nub, she must not have noticed.

“Antici…” She smoothed her hand down my cheek. “…pation. Am I right?”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seenThe Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

“Okay.” I squirted more body wash into my palm. “I won’t tell you.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually a millennial.”

“Is that really what you want to be thinking about right now?” I rubbed soapy circles on her hipbones, then smoothed my hands across her stomach.

“I guess…” Her breath hitched when my hand brushed the underside of her breast. “Not.”

The masseuse hadn’t touched her breasts, but I did, rising to rub circles over them as her nipples hardened under my palms. Moaning, she pressed into my hands. She’d never come when I’d touched only her breasts, and I’d always wondered if she could. Another time. Reluctantly, I moved away to her chest and neck.

“Want me to do your face?” I asked, pointing to the spots of oil where the masseuse had massaged her forehead and temples.

“Okay.” She closed her eyes.

I rubbed two soapy fingers over her forehead, down the sides of her face to her cheeks, then across her freckled nose. I finished with a brush across her chin. I rinsed my hands and went back over her face with my wet fingers, wiping the suds away. When I stopped touching her, she wobbled.

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