Chapter Twenty-One
Allison
When I get out of the shower, I wrap myself in a robe and pad out to the kitchen for a glass of white wine. Just as I’m about to sit down on the couch to wait for Oliver, I hear banging and grunting outside my door.
I open it to find Oliver tossing boxes out of the door across the hall. I decide to lean on the door frame and watch his muscles flex with the exertion.
“Looks like I should be the one giving you a massage tonight.” I startle him, and he pops up and turns to me.
“Oh, don’t you worry about me. I want tonight to be all about you.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that. I do like having all the attention,” I flirt.
“Hmm, come here.” He pulls me toward him and presses his lips to mine.
They are tentative at first but when I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, he brings the heat. Hard, ravenous kisses turn into teasing kisses that let me know what his tongue is capable of, and I’m wishing that he was using it somewhere else. I moan and press my body against his. His hands curl into fists, gripping my robe at my waist, and I tug him toward my door.
“Oh no, you’re going to have to wait,” he says, pulling back. My lips are decidedly annoyed, and I pout.
“No fair, you’re a tease.”
“No way. You totally pressed against me. I just wanted a quick kiss before I got back to work.”
“Uh huh, if you believe that you can fertilize the lawn.” He laughs.
“Actually, hold on a sec.” He leaves me, hot and bothered, standing in my doorway. I’m fanning myself with the collar of my robe when suddenly, he’s shuffling out the door with a folded table in his hands.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a massage table. I forgot Ty had one. I can set it up and give you a proper massage.”
“Oh.”
“Why the long face?” he asks, registering my disappointment.
“I didn’t think this was going to be quite the clinical massage the table suggests.”
“Have I told you I like the way your mind works? And don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t be professional tonight.” He winks and proceeds into my apartment and sets up the table in the middle of my living room in front of the couch. Then he runs out and runs back in with a stack of pillows and sheets and finishes setting up the table. “Okay, we’re all set. You drink your wine and I’ll be back soon. I’m going to take a quick shower.” He runs back out of my apartment and shuts the door behind him. Then I grab my glass and lounge on the couch in joyful bliss.
Fifteen minutes later, Oliver is back at my door in athletic shorts and a T-shirt. His dark hair tousled from the shower, and I just want to run my hands through it. So I do. I jump into his arms and run my fingers through it while we kiss.
“This is a new side of you I’m happy to see.”
“Me too. This is the fun me. I really like you, Oliver. I’m glad you’re my boyfriend.”
“I’m glad you’re my girlfriend. I like you too. Very much.” He kisses me and then trails kisses down the side of my neck. I giggle because it tickles, and he puts me down. “What would you like for dinner?”
“You. I don’t need to eat.”
“Then get naked and get under those sheets while I warm up the oil and wash my hands.” He rubs his hands together in anticipation and runs to the kitchen. “Oh, and face down first,” he calls.
I drop my robe to the floor and climb onto the table face down, then pull the covers up to my shoulders.
“I’m ready,” I sing out.
“I’m heating up the oil, just a few more minutes. Oh, hey do you have a Bluetooth speaker?”
“Yes, it’s in my bedroom on my bookshelf.”
“Okay, I’ll grab it.” I hear him go into my room, and then suddenly the apartment fills with the sound of spa music with different musical tones and sounds. I’m so glad he didn’t pick the running water. That makes me have to pee. “Okay, sweetheart, I’m ready. Are you comfortable?”
“Very,” I say and release a deep breath.
“Just relax and keep taking deep breaths.”
I inhale and exhale while he gently runs his hands up and down my back. I immediately relax and let the music and his hands take me away.
He starts on my shoulders and works on the knots that have formed from typing on my laptop. There is a large knot on the right side and he bends his body closer to me to add pressure to the spot. His body heat ignites a spark, and it shoots down my spine. The soft music adds to the pleasure. It’s as if he has choreographed his moves to the music. I want to speak and tell him how wonderful he is, but all I do is let out a contented sigh.
“That’s it, let everything out. Breathe in the scented oils and breathe out the stress.”
Oliver continues to massage my shoulders and back, moving the blankets down but his body heat keeps me warm. When he finishes my lower back, he covers me up and then moves the blankets to one side exposing my right buttock and leg. He gently kneads my butt and continues down to my leg.
“Your body is one continuous loop, so I have to massage everything for you to feel the full effect,” he rumbles.
“Mmm hmm,” I hum in a heady state of bliss.
As he’s working on the pressure points in my feet a sharp pang hits my G-spot.
“Oh!” I jolt from the shock.
“I take it I found a good spot?” he teases, not waiting for an answer but continuing to rub the same place until something comes undone inside me and I writhe on the table. His magic hands keep me in place as they work up the back of my calves creating pure pleasure. I’m still tingling inside, and his firm hands working up and down my legs is an intoxicating sensation. Hard pressure as he works up to my butt, soft sweeps of his fingers as he works his way down. He does this several times, and each time he teases the ridge where my butt meets my thigh, and I want him to move those hands to my center. My core heats with need and I wiggle to let him know he can come in.
“Not yet,” he whispers softly in my ear. “It’s time to roll over Ally. I’ll hold up the blanket for you while you reposition yourself.”
I slowly roll onto my back, eager with anticipation of what’s to come, and then he settles the blankets over my chest and tucks them under my arms. He then adjusts the bolster so that it’s supporting the back of my knees to keep my back flat on the table.
He pauses to warm more oil between his hands before massaging my scalp. Tiny sparks dance across my head as his fingers move through my hair. In slow circular motions, he stimulates my scalp and works his way to my temples. The need he worked up in me is starting to subside as the music and his fingers lull me into a dream-like state. His hands have moved to my shoulders, rubbing and caressing.
“Deep breath in,” he says, and I inhale at his command. “That’s it. Now release.” I exhale and fall further into a trance. “Deep breath in. Now release,” he repeats.
After several rounds of deep breathing, I feel his hands move to my chest. Slowly circling…circling…circling until they are cupping my breasts. He is bent over me, his heat keeping me warm while he gently kneads my nipples in rhythm to the music, in rhythm to my breathing, in and out. The need returns and I let out a soft sigh as I slightly part my legs. He never stops touching me as he moves to the other end of the table near my feet. His hands cascading down my stomach like the decrescendo in the music. Over and over, lower and lower each time until he is at my entrance. I part my legs farther letting him know I’m ready. He teases my clit, and I quiver at his touch, but he continues to caress the sensitive skin until his rhythm makes me beg for him to enter me.
“Yeeesss,” I breathe out.
His oiled finger slips into me. He strokes me in time with the drumbeat. Now two fingers. His thumb working my clit. Stroking…stroking. The drumbeat becomes louder and faster, the strokes become harder and faster in time until…until…I…I…am consumed in ecstasy. I whimper as his strokes slow and his fingers still inside me. Oliver lets out a deep breath and removes himself from me. He covers me up and runs his hands up and down my body over the blankets. I am relaxed and content once again.
Then he scoops me up off the table and carries me to my bed. I watch as he strips off his clothes and joins me under the covers. His magical hands are on me once more, and I run my hands over his back and down his sides, and then show him how magical mine can be. When he’s ready, he allows me to take control, and I straddle over him and gently guide him in. Our bodies move in rhythm as we stare into each other’s eyes. Connected to the core until euphoric sparks shoot through my body as I call out a boisterous yes. I continue to ride out the wave, and Oliver lets out a primal growl I’ve never heard before.
Once his body stills, I remove myself and lay by his side. Our matching breaths slowing until we fall asleep.