"Okay, if you can turn over," she says, and Ace lifts his head and looks back at us.
"I would rather not right now," he says, and then I look at him confused.
"We need you to turn over so we can work on your front," she tells him, waiting for him to turn over.
"I don't need the front done," he assures her. "I'm good with just the back."
"Oh my God," I scoff. "It's not that big of a deal. Just turn over, Ace." He looks at me, and I know he's trying to tell me something, but for some reason, I have no idea what he's trying to say. "Just turn over."
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." He turns on the table, the white sheet shifting a bit, and when he lies on his back, I look down to see his cock is awake. There is no mistaking that he's as hard as a rock.
"Oh my," I say.
"Are you happy now?" he asks through clenched teeth.
I laugh. "Not as happy as you are, apparently." I point at his cock.
"It's a totally normal thing," the girl starts to say. "Your lover is touching you with her hands."
"Make her stop," he mumbles to me, and I put my hand in front of my mouth.
"It's fine," I tell him and then turn to look at the woman who instructs me on what to do. I walk back up to the head of the table. She tells me to lean over him and rub the upper part of his chest, and when I do that, I can feel his hot breath on my nipple, and I can swear he tries to lean out and lick it.
I don't even know what she is telling me toward the end of the massage. My whole body is one tense nerve, and my pussy is wet and aching for him. "Now it's your turn." She looks at me, and I want to weep.
Ace swings his legs off the table and holds the sheet over his cock, and I don't know how he is doing. He was hard the whole time while he kept his eyes on me. I take off the dress and slip onto the table he was just on and assume the same position he did at the beginning.
He puts his hands on my back and slowly moves them down to the base of my back. He slips his fingertips under the sheet. He repeats it three times, and when he cups my hips, I want to lift a bit to get him to touch me. Fuck, at this point, I want him to touch me. Every single time with him was better than the one before, and that was hard to do since it skyrocketed each time. I've heard about sex that is out of this world, and I've tried to think about if I've ever had it. That was my first clue that I've never had it. If you have to think about it, it didn't happen. The sheet moves up my legs. He rubs his hand up one leg, starting at the ankle, and comes all the way up, grazing my pussy with his fingers. I almost moan, but I know that the girl is standing next to him, so instead, I bite my lip and close my eyes tight. He does the other leg, and this time my legs open just a touch more for him. It's on the third time when his fingertip slips in me. "Is the pressure okay?" he asks when he feels me shiver. "I can go lighter." He uses both hands on each leg, and when he gets up to my ass, he pushes up, and the sheet falls on the floor, leaving me naked. "It's fine," he says when he feels me starting to get up. "I'll get it when you turn over." I'm afraid to say anything because it's either going to come out in a pant or it's going to come out in a moan. His fingertips go up and down my leg, and every single time he gets closer to my pussy, I start to shake. One time, I almost lift my hips for him to slip a finger in me.
"Ace," I say, and it comes out shaky. "I think I'm good."
"Why do you say that?" he asks as he rubs his hand up the inner part of my leg. My breathing starts to come out in pants. I can't answer him because his finger slips in me for a second and then slips back out. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," I say without hesitation.
"Okay, I want you to turn around but keep your eyes closed," he says, and I want to just get up off the table, tell the girl to get out, and beg him to fuck my brains out. "Can you do that for me?"