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.“You’re crazy.I’m a mess.”“Did you want to take a shower?”She would have been offended except she could tell he mostly wanted to invite himself into the shower with her.“I don’t think so.I’m pretty comfortable like this.I was actually thinking I might go back to bed.”She felt more secure in bed, and she certainly wasn’t going to object to any more of the horniness he’d alluded to before.Greg seemed quite pleased with this decision, and they headed back to the bedroom.They had a playful scuffle as he tried to take her clothes off while she made a pretense at resisting.He swung her into bed and lowered himself over her, holding her in place as he kissed her.She moaned deep in her throat and gave up her lighthearted struggle.He’d pinned down her arms so she couldn’t get them around him, so she wrapped her legs around him instead.“Oh, baby,” he murmured, still nipping at her lips.“So good.So sweet.”She whimpered as she rocked her groin against him, feeling him start to harden against her.She loved how heavy he was on top of her, loved how hot he became—like he was burning with some kind of inward intensity.She squeezed her thighs around his hips, holding him as tightly as she could.When he kissed her again, she opened under the pressure of his mouth.His tongue slid against hers with possessive insistence, and she could still taste chocolate on his lips.Then the phone rang, and she jerked in surprise.With a frustrated groan, Greg released her mouth and rolled over to check his phone.Evidently it was someone important.He murmured, “Sorry,” and picked it up.At least he didn’t leave the room.Victoria turned over so that her back was to him and tried not to listen to the one-sided conversation that clearly had something to do with his work.She curled in on herself and told herself not to overreact.It was no big deal.Just a phone call.But it felt like yet another sign of how much of a life Greg possessed—a life that had nothing to do with her.It shouldn’t matter.They were just having sex.But she couldn’t stop dwelling on it.When he hung up, she felt him roll over and stare at her back.“You got tense again.” It was a statement.His tone was matter-of-fact and resigned.“No, I didn’t,” she lied.“I was just waiting for you to hang up.” She made herself turn over onto her back and smile at him.“Sorry.I had to take it.”“It’s fine.”He shook his head, clearly not believing her.“Flip over.”She gaped at him.“What?”“Flip over.” His mouth twitched slightly at her baffled expression.“Onto your stomach.”She frowned as she did as he instructed.“I might have been a little uptight, but I don’t deserve a spanking.”He chuckled as he pulled himself up to sit beside her.“We’ll save that for later.”Before she could respond, she felt his strong hands on her shoulders.She sucked in a breath as he began to knead her tight muscles.“You don’t have to do that.” Her words weren’t particularly convincing because they were followed by a hoarse moan of pleasure when he found a particularly tense muscle at the back of her neck and pushed into it with his thumbs.He ignored her, concentrating on the massage as he skillfully worked over her neck and upper back.Soon she felt limp and boneless and she couldn’t hold back the most ridiculous groans of gratification as her body relaxed under his skillful hands.“That’s good,” she said thickly, when she started to feel guilty about taking advantage of his generosity.“I’m okay now—Oh God!”His strong fingers had moved down to the small of her back, and he gave that area the same attention he’d given the upper part.“Good?” She didn’t have the energy to lift her head to look, but she could hear a smug smile in his voice.She didn’t care.She’d never had a massage like this in her life.Her body felt like it was melting into the mattress.He pushed up the bottom edge of her tank top so he could work over her bare flesh.And she didn’t object when he gently pulled her soft shorts down over her hips and ass and then slid them off her legs completely.He kneaded the muscles of her bottom and upper thighs and the sensual pleasure deepened into a vague ache below her belly.Greg massaged his way down to her ankles and then took each foot in turn, pressing into the ball and the arch with such skillful pressure she moaned in helpless response.Waves of relaxation washed over her body with a deeper pleasure swelling up at its heels.“So good.Yeah, right there.Oh God!”“Turn over,” he said at last, releasing her foot.It dropped to the mattress with a flop, since she didn’t have the energy to hold it up on her own.She turned over obediently, not even self-conscious even though she was naked except for her tank top.Greg massaged the muscles on the upper side of her thighs until he’d reached her pelvis.She saw him staring down at her groin—at the trimmed strip of hair and the folds of flesh that hid her pussy.But he didn’t touch her there.Just pushed up her top until she’d raised her arms to let him pull it off.The massage had shifted into something different when he began to knead the soft, heavy swells of her breasts.She was still moaning—low and hoarse—but it was as much from the pulsing of her growing arousal as it was from the delicious softening of her muscles.He took his time, alternating between squeezing and brushing the stiff peaks of her nipples with the hard texture of his hand.She was wet now.Her eyes were clenched shut, and she couldn’t keep from arching up into his hands.“Greg!” she gasped at last, the one word almost a plea.He let go of her breasts and moved back down her body, finally reaching the place he’d passed over before.He nudged her thighs apart and she spread them for him willingly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“You’re crazy.I’m a mess.”“Did you want to take a shower?”She would have been offended except she could tell he mostly wanted to invite himself into the shower with her.“I don’t think so.I’m pretty comfortable like this.I was actually thinking I might go back to bed.”She felt more secure in bed, and she certainly wasn’t going to object to any more of the horniness he’d alluded to before.Greg seemed quite pleased with this decision, and they headed back to the bedroom.They had a playful scuffle as he tried to take her clothes off while she made a pretense at resisting.He swung her into bed and lowered himself over her, holding her in place as he kissed her.She moaned deep in her throat and gave up her lighthearted struggle.He’d pinned down her arms so she couldn’t get them around him, so she wrapped her legs around him instead.“Oh, baby,” he murmured, still nipping at her lips.“So good.So sweet.”She whimpered as she rocked her groin against him, feeling him start to harden against her.She loved how heavy he was on top of her, loved how hot he became—like he was burning with some kind of inward intensity.She squeezed her thighs around his hips, holding him as tightly as she could.When he kissed her again, she opened under the pressure of his mouth.His tongue slid against hers with possessive insistence, and she could still taste chocolate on his lips.Then the phone rang, and she jerked in surprise.With a frustrated groan, Greg released her mouth and rolled over to check his phone.Evidently it was someone important.He murmured, “Sorry,” and picked it up.At least he didn’t leave the room.Victoria turned over so that her back was to him and tried not to listen to the one-sided conversation that clearly had something to do with his work.She curled in on herself and told herself not to overreact.It was no big deal.Just a phone call.But it felt like yet another sign of how much of a life Greg possessed—a life that had nothing to do with her.It shouldn’t matter.They were just having sex.But she couldn’t stop dwelling on it.When he hung up, she felt him roll over and stare at her back.“You got tense again.” It was a statement.His tone was matter-of-fact and resigned.“No, I didn’t,” she lied.“I was just waiting for you to hang up.” She made herself turn over onto her back and smile at him.“Sorry.I had to take it.”“It’s fine.”He shook his head, clearly not believing her.“Flip over.”She gaped at him.“What?”“Flip over.” His mouth twitched slightly at her baffled expression.“Onto your stomach.”She frowned as she did as he instructed.“I might have been a little uptight, but I don’t deserve a spanking.”He chuckled as he pulled himself up to sit beside her.“We’ll save that for later.”Before she could respond, she felt his strong hands on her shoulders.She sucked in a breath as he began to knead her tight muscles.“You don’t have to do that.” Her words weren’t particularly convincing because they were followed by a hoarse moan of pleasure when he found a particularly tense muscle at the back of her neck and pushed into it with his thumbs.He ignored her, concentrating on the massage as he skillfully worked over her neck and upper back.Soon she felt limp and boneless and she couldn’t hold back the most ridiculous groans of gratification as her body relaxed under his skillful hands.“That’s good,” she said thickly, when she started to feel guilty about taking advantage of his generosity.“I’m okay now—Oh God!”His strong fingers had moved down to the small of her back, and he gave that area the same attention he’d given the upper part.“Good?” She didn’t have the energy to lift her head to look, but she could hear a smug smile in his voice.She didn’t care.She’d never had a massage like this in her life.Her body felt like it was melting into the mattress.He pushed up the bottom edge of her tank top so he could work over her bare flesh.And she didn’t object when he gently pulled her soft shorts down over her hips and ass and then slid them off her legs completely.He kneaded the muscles of her bottom and upper thighs and the sensual pleasure deepened into a vague ache below her belly.Greg massaged his way down to her ankles and then took each foot in turn, pressing into the ball and the arch with such skillful pressure she moaned in helpless response.Waves of relaxation washed over her body with a deeper pleasure swelling up at its heels.“So good.Yeah, right there.Oh God!”“Turn over,” he said at last, releasing her foot.It dropped to the mattress with a flop, since she didn’t have the energy to hold it up on her own.She turned over obediently, not even self-conscious even though she was naked except for her tank top.Greg massaged the muscles on the upper side of her thighs until he’d reached her pelvis.She saw him staring down at her groin—at the trimmed strip of hair and the folds of flesh that hid her pussy.But he didn’t touch her there.Just pushed up her top until she’d raised her arms to let him pull it off.The massage had shifted into something different when he began to knead the soft, heavy swells of her breasts.She was still moaning—low and hoarse—but it was as much from the pulsing of her growing arousal as it was from the delicious softening of her muscles.He took his time, alternating between squeezing and brushing the stiff peaks of her nipples with the hard texture of his hand.She was wet now.Her eyes were clenched shut, and she couldn’t keep from arching up into his hands.“Greg!” she gasped at last, the one word almost a plea.He let go of her breasts and moved back down her body, finally reaching the place he’d passed over before.He nudged her thighs apart and she spread them for him willingly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]