I hesitated. How could I show myself to a man this attractive?
“I want to see you.”
Good God, Cassie, what have you gotten yourself into? What choice did I have? There really was no turning back now. I barely met his eyes as I let the towel drop around my feet.
“My hands have a beautiful woman to work with,” he said. “Please lie down. I’m here to give you a massage.”
I eased onto the table and lay back. The ceiling loomed above me. I covered my face with my hands.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
“It is. This is all for you.”
He placed his large warm hands on my naked body and lightly pressed down on my shoulders, then urged my hands away from my face and down to my sides.
“It’s okay,” he said, his brown eyes smiling at me. “Nothing bad is going to happen. Quite the opposite, Cassie.”
The contact felt amazing. His hands on my thirsty skin. How long had it been since I’d been touched, let alone like this? I couldn’t even remember.
“Turn over onto your stomach, please.”
I hesitated again. Then I rolled over, shoving my shaking arms beneath me to calm them down, turning my head to one side. He gently placed a sheet over my body.
“Thank you.”
He bent over to bring his mouth close to my ear. “Don’t thank me yet, Cassie.”
Through the sheet, I felt his hands on my back, pressing me flat to the table.
“It’s going to be okay. Close your eyes.”
“I … it’s just nerves, I guess. I didn’t think it was going to happen so fast, like right now. I mean—”
“Just lie still. I’m here to make you feel good.”
I felt his hands traveling down my thighs under the sheet, then covering the backs of my knees. Then, standing at the base of the table, he split the bottom half of the table in two, like a Y, and stood between my legs.
Oh my God! I thought. This is happening.
“I don’t know if I can do this right now,” I said, trying to turn around.
“If I touch you in any way you don’t like, you tell me. And I will stop. That’s how this works. That’s how it will always work. But, Cassie, it’s just a massage.”
I could hear him take something out from under the table and then I smelled the delicious perfume of coconut lotion. I heard him rubbing it on his hands. Then he clasped the backs of my ankles.
“Does this feel okay? Tell me honestly.” Okay? It felt way more than okay.
“Yes,” I said.
“This?” he asked, slowly moving his warm, oiled h
ands up the backs of my calves.
Sweet Jesus, his hands were amazing. “Yes.”
“How about this? Do you like this? Tell me,” he said, reaching my thighs and stopping just below my buttocks. Then he began to knead my inner thighs. I felt my legs opening up to him.
“Cassie. Do you want this?”