Her fingers moved up my neck and she hit that sweet spot where I was most sore. The pressure was perfect, my muscles melting under her every motion. I couldn't help letting out a sigh.
"Is that good?" she asked.
"Fucking perfection, baby."
Even if it was torture, she could keep her hands on me for as long as she cared to, and I would never complain. This was ten million times more than anything I thought would happen tonight.
What didn't help matters was I remembered every single second of that night we'd had sex, every goddamn thing. Her every touch, every caress, her smooth skin, her tight pussy, her tits that overflowed in my hands, every fucking curve. It was all there in my mind. Crystal clear.
Damn.
My breathing began to pick up. My heart rate too. Getting more turned on than I had any right to be, my dick hard as stone now.
And there were those breasts again, teasing my back. Was she doing it on purpose?
"Whoops." She sighed. "They're so big they really get in the way sometimes."
She said it like it was a burden. "Uh, no problem. Really."
Although it was a problem. Because right at that moment, two things happened at once. It started to snow, and my phone went off.
Snow was good actually. Anything to help cool this burning lust firing through my veins.
But the phone? It was Archie texting me. "Sorry to bug you. But where are some extra towels?"
Ah, shit.
Now, I had to go inside and deal with whatever was happening. Archie was pretty independent and could take care of most things. But extra towels indicated some sort of water issue, and unfortunately, that was something I should probably not ignore or leave to a thirteen-year-old kid to handle.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"I need to go inside. There's some kind of water leak."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed, and I was right there with her.
"I'm sorry to cut it short. This wasn't how I planned things."
She came around to the side of the table where we made eye contact. "I'll go in with you. See if I can help somehow."
"Really? You want to help with a possible plumbing issue?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Okay then. She was even more perfect than I thought.
Staring at me expectantly, snowflakes drifting down around us, I realized she was ready to go and probably wondering why I hadn't stood up already. The problem was my dick was still hard.
"Uh, I just need a minute."
Her brows came together, her head tilted to one side in confusion.
Leaning forward, I spelled it out for her. "Your massage gave me a massive erection."
She huffed out a laugh in the cutest possible way, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. "Oops, sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I fucking loved it. Just help me think of gross things."
"Gross things," she repeated. "Like?"
