Jessie

With the way my day has gone, I may need to check into a hospital for whiplash in the morning. To go from downing a half bottle of whiskey to drown out all the pesky regrets bouncing around in my head, to seeing Holly in Hawaii, right where I happened to book a place. Then back down again as she reminded me of all the ways I’ve been absolutely shit to her. Somehow, we took an upswing at dinner, only to be dashed to the ground when she left me behind as retaliation.

And now this.

It’s been six long months since her body crushed against mine, but her curves are etched into my memory. I’ve forgotten nothing about what she likes and am quick to put this precious knowledge to use.

Back in the very beginning of our relationship, before the move out east and all the tension that came with a new job for me and no job for her, we used to take our sweet time in bed. Or wherever we happened to be, because our libidos matched, meeting somewhere up in the stratosphere. In our first apartment there wasn’t a single surface we hadn’t consummated on. Add onto that a department store changing room and a particularly frisky night when we were the only patrons dining out on the veranda of a small Italian restaurant, and I guess the point is that Holly and I have had plenty of practice in just about every position, location, an

d time constraint. But on lazy weekends, when nothing existed on our schedules except ordering take-out for the next meal, we would luxuriate in our lovemaking.

And it always began with a full body massage.

With Holly wrapped around me, I drape her over the bed, crawling on top of her and matching her kisses. When I pull away, her eyebrows come together in a quizzical manner that has never once failed to make me smile.

“Let me just grab something.”

“I’m still on the pill,” she says and pulls me back on top of her, but I push myself back up once more. I almost relent, go for the quickie, but this is our first time back together, and I mean to make it last.

“It’s something else,” I explain mysteriously.

In my suitcase, I dig around for the coconut oil I ridiculously thought I would use on the beach, even though I know it's bad for my skin. But my poor planning has come in useful, because now I’m armed for a long bout of foreplay.

Holly’s eyes go from my face, to the oil, and back up to me. She subconsciously licks at her lips when she makes the connection. “Like old times?”

“Let me help you,” I answer and undress her. Again, even this part of our ritual is slow, with methodical kisses placed on her bare skin each time an article of clothing is removed. I resist the urge to go for her nipples or clit, saving those for last. Plus, getting close but always swerving away from her most erogenous zones means that she’ll be all the more riled up.

“Lie down,” I command, and she does so without a word but not without grabbing at my crotch and squeezing my obvious erection. Which reminds me that I too need to be nude for this. So, while she arranges pillows and gets comfortable, I strip down.

She turns her head and looks me up and down. “Are you just going to stand there all night?” There’s a subtle lick at her lips again.

Before I climb on top of her, I take just three seconds to appreciate the curves of her back leading to her sumptuous ass that I’ll soon be sitting right on top of. But first, I start at her feet, using plenty of oil and time. It takes me ten minutes to work up to her thighs, where I tease her further by sliding my hands between her legs, but never connecting with her pussy. From here, I go to her ass, kneading it, and stopping myself from licking every inch of her.

Then it’s onto a more traditional massage: working her shoulder blades, along the sides of her spine, and up to her neck. By this point, I’m sitting on her upper thighs, my cock resting between her ass cheeks. Still I hold back. The whole point of this exercise is to take our time and climb to the highest peak of ecstasy possible.

So when I finish with her backside, I say, “Turn over.”

When she does, she doesn’t even open her eyes, but I can tell from the way that she moves and the relaxed features on her face that my massage has worked its magic. She’s a puddle of serenity, but now is time to strike the chords that will have her body writhing under my fingertips.

Again, I start at her ankles, slathering my hands in oil as I coat her entire body. I work up her thighs, swiping my fingers to just along her pussy’s lips. Still, I don’t touch her, even as she presses her hips against my touch. Up to her hipbones and tummy, where she giggles at my light touches. But seeing and touching her sheening body has gotten to be too much. It’s time to dive in.

This begins with a soft breast massage, during which I spend plenty of time sucking at her nipples. Then my right hand slides down her torso until it connects with her clit. With all the oil, there’s no need to worry about friction. One finger slips right inside her, accompanied by a gasp. With my thumb, I glide over her clit, around and around in small, soft circles.

Holly bites her lips and moans. Her hips shift and press against my finger. I pull my face and body away so that I’m kneeling on the bed beside her, one hand still on her breast, the other massaging her pussy. Her body sheens in the moonlight filtering in through the window.

As she wriggles more and more under my touch, I speed up, my finger working in and out of her while my thumb continues sliding back and forth over her magic nub. Her breaths are shallow. Faster. Interspersed by tiny yelps of pleasure.

Then she’s saying, “I’m cumming. Oh, god, I’m cumming.”

Her body freezes for a fraction of a second, tensing up before quivers rattle across all her muscles, and she shudders with a moaning sigh. She grabs at my wrist and holds my hand steady against her as she grinds against my palm. Then, just as suddenly as the orgasmic contractions began, she falls back in a heap on the bed, smiling up at me when she finally remembers to open her eyes.

But we’re not finished yet. I lie down beside her and position her facing slightly away from me. Then, parting her legs, I position my cock right at her entrance.

And I slide in.

Chapter 9

Holly

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