She sat in an uncomfortable chair, reading an old issue of Cosmo while waiting. Her foot bobbed up and down, a nervous habit she'd had since a young child. This wasn't her first massage, she was just nervous about seeing him again. His bright blue eyes and ink black hair. He was tall, maybe six-one. He had firm hands, but handled her body gently. Just thinking of him caused a shiver to run down her spine. She was already donned in her robe, her hair tied into a loose bun. The waiting room was nearly empty; only one more woman was waiting to be called.
"Miss Hart," a voice suddenly said, causing her to jump.
"Right here," she replied quickly, placing the magazine back on the table.
The receptionist smiled. "Go right on back, he can see you now."
Jo smiled and made her way towards his room, her belly quivering. Upon entering the room, a shroud of calm surrounded her. The walls were lavender, and there was one massage table in the center of the room. Zen music played from the stereo, quiet and soothing.
There he was, lotioning his hands, his back turned to her.
She anxiously chewed on her bottom lip, standing in place. Finally, she gathered up the courage to say, "Hello."
He looked over his shoulder and then grinned. "Johanna, it's great to see you! Go ahead, take a seat."
She walked over to the table and did just that, her eyes still meeting his. "How have you been?"
"Good. And yourself?"
She smiled softly. "Good." Better now, she mentally added.
"Alright, go ahead and lie back down."
She shrugged out of her robe and then draped the sheet around her figure. After taking a large breath and she complied, lying down on her stomach. She gazed down at the floor, her body awaiting his touch. Finally, after what seemed to be a lifetime, he pressed his palms to her shoulder blades. She bit back the moan that was on the tip of her tongue, trying to relax.
"You seem tense," he murmured, rubbing his fingers down her back.
I wonder why. "Yeah, work has been a real bugger," she replied absently.
"Worried ya might get sent to the States?" He questioned.
"No, no. They need me too much here at home to send me to America. The London corporation has been. . .well, let's just keep at they need me."
She could practically see him smiling. "Sounds good to me."
For a while, he just worked on her back, relieving the tension in her muscles and limbs. Then, he began to work his way down. His fingers grazed her hips, moving to her legs. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, growing hotter just by the near vicinity of him.
"Alright, go ahead and turn over."
She licked her drying lips and clutched the sheet, turning over slowly. He looked at her, his eyes a shade darker, his smile wilting. She lowered her body back down, along with her eyelids, waiting for him to continue.
He started at her shoulders and neck. As he moved his way down, he just grazed past her breasts-but it was enough to send a fire sparking throughout her. She swallowed her desire down, vowing she wouldn't give in. Not again.
He reached her stomach, pressing down enough to draw a gasp from her lips. He stopped for a moment, but she didn't open her eyes to see the expression on his face. So, he continued. Going further, he touched her thighs.
She was surprised when his warm hands left her body. But before she could ask what was happening, the sheet moved, and she felt him run up the insides of her thighs. He teased her, softly running over her core with the pad of a finger before sliding two digits into her. She allowed a small groan to escape past her lips as he worked her. She arched her back and moved her hips to the rhythm he was making, almost reaching her breaking point when he stopped.
She finally opened her eyes and looked down at him, wondering what he was doing. She saw a mischievous glint in his eyes, her heart racing. He lowered himself down, placing his lip on her, flicking his tongue inside her.
She moaned, bucking herself against his skillful tongue. She came quickly, her world spinning as she rode the pleasure high. When she once again opened her eyes, he was standing over her, getting ready to kiss her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing him close to her, tasting herself on his lips. When she pulled away, she grinned wickedly.
"Wha-"
She put a finger on his lips and started to unbutton his shirt. She felt his skin-his taut muscles-underneath her fingertips as she slid the shirt down. Pressing kisses to his soft (yet still firm) flesh, she worked her way down. Her fingers, gripped his belt. In a flash, his pants were around his legs, his length threatening to break from his boxers. She smiled, pressing a kiss to his front, loving his sharp intake of breath.
She pulled his boxers down, flicking her tongue against him. He gasped, his hand squeezing his shoulders. She looked up at him as she took him in her mouth, her lips caressing his skin. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as she worked him expertly. He groaned, bucking against her. She removed her lips, slithering her fingers along him as she bit his thighs, her teeth leaving marks.
"Jesus, Jo. . ." He whispered.
She chuckled and sucked him one more time before working her way back up, her eyes dark with lust-as were his. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him passionately. "I want you, now." She told him strongly.
He picked her up, her legs hooking over his waist. She could feel his erection against her stomach as he moved them, lowering her back to the floor so her back was to the massage table. With his eyes glued to hers, he entered her. Her leg wrapped around him, the other pressed against the ground.
They danced, sweat dripping from their bodies. She raked her nails down his back, moaning as he thrust in and out. "Faster," she whispered.
He complied, his body rocking in and out at maximum speed. She came, her head dropping back as she bit back a scream. He came as she panted, his warm liquid entering her and dripping down her legs. They clung to each other, pressing kisses to each other's skin.
After a few moments, he pulled out, still holding her in his arms. She laughed, running her fingers through his hair. "Well, I do believe my tension is gone."
He chuckled, his fingers skimming along her waist. His eyes sparkled. "Well, that's my job, is it not?"
"See you next week?"
"It's a date."
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