Embers of a Forbidden Massage

The room grew warmer, her moans more frequent as I kissed her feet again, lingering on each toe. Our eyes met, and she bit her lip, a silent invitation. She rolled onto her back, her voice soft. ” – Come here, lie with me. – ” I slid beside her, our bodies close, and I kissed her shoulder, my hand brushing her chest. The t-shirt was thin, and I could feel she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples firm under my touch. She guided my hand to her breast, gasping as I squeezed gently, her body arching into mine.

I kissed her neck, savoring her warmth, and she tilted her head, giving me more access. Her hand found mine, guiding it lower, under the waistband of her shorts. Her underwear was damp, and the discovery sent a surge of heat through me. I hesitated, but she pressed my hand closer, her breath hitching. ” – Don’t stop, – ” she whispered. I kissed her deeply, our lips meeting with a hunger that surprised us both. She tasted faintly of wine, her tongue teasing mine as she pulled me closer.

I tugged her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, and took one in my mouth, circling her nipple with my tongue. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She yanked my shirt off, her hands exploring my chest before undoing my jeans. Her touch was electric as she freed me, stroking slowly, her eyes locked on mine. I slid her shorts and underwear off, kissing down her stomach until I reached her core. She was slick and warm, and I took my time, tasting her, teasing her with slow licks and gentle sucks. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against me as I slipped a finger inside, curling it to find the spot that made her gasp.

She pulled me up, her lips crashing into mine, and guided me to her mouth. Her tongue swirled around me, deliberate and intense, her hand working in rhythm. I groaned, barely holding on. ” – I need you, – ” she murmured, and I positioned myself above her. She wrapped her legs around me, guiding me inside. The sensation was overwhelming – tight, warm, and perfect. She moved with me, her hips meeting every thrust, her nails digging into my back. I leaned down, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples as she moaned my name.

We shifted, and I turned her onto her stomach, entering her again from behind. The angle was deeper, and her moans turned to cries of pleasure. I gripped her hips, moving faster, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. She reached back, her hand on my thigh, urging me on. ” – Harder, – ” she gasped, and I obliged, feeling her tighten around me. Her breaths came in short, desperate bursts, and I felt her shudder, her body trembling as she came, her moans echoing in the quiet apartment.

I was close, the intensity pushing me to the edge. I pulled out just in time, finishing across her lower back, my own release leaving me breathless. We collapsed together, her laughter soft and warm as she nestled against me. It was a night neither of us would forget, a perfect, unexpected connection in the glow of my new home.

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