Moments later, I heard footsteps coming toward me.
“You have no idea how excited I am for this massage. My neck and shoulders are killing me, but so are my lower back and inner thighs,” I informed. “If you could work those areas, please? I like a firm hand too. Don’t be afraid to get in there deep. I can handle it.” I closed my eyes the second I felt their hands on my shoulders. “Mmm…” I quietly moaned. “That feels great.”
I was in my own little world, where all my senses were alert and aching around me. I could tell I had a male masseuse based on how big his hands were. He eased his way down my back, and I couldn’t help it, moaning loudly. I wasn’t expecting to feel that much intensity from him touching me, but his hands were wonderful, only leaving a trail of heat that awakened my body with his strong movements.
He worked my neck for a bit before moving toward my lower back. I didn’t say anything when he slid the blanket down to the middle of my butt cheeks, thinking he was going to work that area. He did, kneading with his knuckles at first. I started to get uncomfortable as the blanket kept getting lower and lower until my ass was completely uncovered.
“Ummm...”
As soon as his hand slid between my legs, I jolted.
“Excuse me—”
There was no finishing my sentence. He rendered me speechless as his hand touched my core, causing me to shoot straight up on the table.
“What the hell?” Snapping around, I pulled the blanket to cover myself and came face to face with none other than Tristian. “Oh my God.”
He grinned, winking at me.
“I was literally about to punch you in the face! What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m giving you a massage.”
I was beyond confused. “Where’s my masseuse?”
“I sent him away.”
“You did what?”
“No one touches my naked wife but me.”
“Tristian,” I clenched in a warning. “You’re being ridiculous. Did you think I wouldn’t have noticed? I ordered a massage, not a happy ending.”
“Now you can have both.”
“Are you for real?”
“Lay down, kitten. I owe you a massage, and I’m far from done.”
“Massage therapists aren’t supposed to touch your private areas.”
“Good thing I’m your husband.”
Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. “You’re unbelievable. You’re worse than when you were a teenager, you know that?”
“What can I say? You bring it out in me.”
I rolled my eyes and glanced down at his dick. “You’re hard. That’s very unprofessional.”
“Kitten, I’m a man. You’re naked, and you make sex noises while you’re getting a massage. Be worried if I wasn’t hard right now.”
“You’re the absolute worst,” I stated, laying down on my back instead of my front.
In one swift movement he tore the blanket off.
“Hey!”
“We don’t need that anymore. Now close your eyes and relax for me, kitten.”