Sharing Hannah

“What the—”

“Sorry if it’s not warm yet,” Trey chuckled.

The smell reached my nostrils a second later; jasmine and vanilla. He’d grabbed the bottle of scented oil near the end of my bed — the one I sometimes used to massage my hands, when they were tired. The one I’d originally bought for much more sensual reasons, but never got around to using…

Eat shit, Chris.

Right now Trey was working the oil into my skin, pressing down hard with his two big hands. He started at my shoulders, kneading gently. Working his thumbs in small, tight circles, while using his palms to smooth the muscles in exactly the direction they were supposed to go.

“Holy shit…” I purred, directly into my pillow. “You know what the hell you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“How—”

“I took a course one semester,” he chuckled from behind me. “I had some electives to fill.”

I have something you can fill, I thought dirtily.

I let my body relax entirely, as he continued the massage. Trey worked my back and shoulders first, applying just the right amount of pressure. He worked his way down each of my arms, then forearms, then hands. I groaned as he dug his thumbs into my palms. Rolled my wrists between his, then pulled each of my individual fingers tight.

By the time he moved to my back, I was covered head to toe in warm gooseflesh. Trey was working his way downward, squeezing every last ounce of pleasure out of every inch he covered. Everything just felt soo fucking good.

“How many girls have you massaged like this?” I asked, suddenly fiercely jealous.

“Only one that matters,” he said.

“Good answer.”

He worked my lower back for a bit, then dug into my ass. I was all but crying by the time he was done kneading my cheeks. A quivering pool of liquid bliss, melting into my own mattress.

Trey did my thighs, my calves, my feet. It was life-changing. Every last ounce of tension in my body dissolved away into nothing. I felt loose and limp. Totally at the mercy of his talented pair of hands.

Finally his palms moved back upward, sliding along the inside of my slick thighs. Trey stopped again, to apply more oil. This time he rubbed it between his hands first, to warm it up before putting it on my skin.

“Did I ever tell you you’re my favorite?” I groaned, as he inched his way closer to the heat between my legs.

“Haha,” he laughed. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”

I closed my eyes, focusing solely on his touch. Feeling him brush my pussy ever so lightly with his fingers, before adding more and more pressure.

It wasn’t long before I was squirming down on him. Screwing myself into his hand, until he was rubbing his palm deliciously up and down the entire length of my sex.

“Okay,” I murmured, trying to sound stern. “Now you have to fuck me.”

Trey didn’t respond. He kept going even harder, applying more pressure, circling the area around my clit. He began toying with me. Rubbing the hood up and down over it, until my whole body was shuddering with the desperate need to be penetrated.

“Roll over.”

I did it so quickly and eagerly he actually laughed. I would’ve laughed too, but he had the bottle in his hand again, and was already squeezing the oil directly onto my chest.

“OHHHHHH!”

It splashed everywhere, coating me, chilling my skin everywhere it touched. I felt my nipples stiffen. My mouth opened in a wide gasp.

“Easy baby…”

Trey responded by covering my body with his. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue siding past my teeth in a long, slow, open-mouthed kiss.