Chapter 170
“Okay, then I’ll lay face up,” I say. I know we have a couple of months before I go to the Academy, but I’m nervous about waiting until the last minute to have sex.
“Lay sideways on the bed so I can massage your shoulders more easily.”
I do as he asks, realizing that his position puts his hips at eye level. The fact that he’s already aroused and it’s RIGHT there, isn’t helping me to relax at all.
“Tell me more about your day,” he says. I lick my lips, feeling an almost desperate need to reach up and stroke him. I wonder what he would do if I pulled his boxers down and licked him.
He stops his massage and looks at me. “Is this going to be another night where I have to teach you a lesson, Enya?”
I shake my head. “No. I was just a bit distracted.
“Close your eyes and focus. Tell me about your day.”
“Right,” I say, closing my eyes as I begin telling him about my day while he works the knots out of my neck and shoulders. As I talk, he asks me questions and begins working his way down my arms.
“I didn’t realize my arms were sore too,” I say.
“Sometimes pain overshadows the pain in different parts of your body,” he says, working through the knots in my biceps, triceps, and forearms.
“How was your day?” I ask him.
“My day was good. I think Shane has decided on a way to choose his Gamma,” he hands sliding over my chest.
says,
his
“Did he?” I ask, thankful that my voice doesn’t come out in a squeak.
“Yes, he talked to Braden about it tonight and he agreed,” he says, his sliding over my breasts, making my already tight nipples harden. He takes his time, gently teasing my nipples and rubbing my breasts.
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I think he’s still talking but I can’t concentrate on anything except the heat that is building in my core at his expert touch.
I feel him sit on the bed beside me, the mattress sinking down and the heat of his body pressing against me.
“You have very sensitive nipples,” he says softly.
“I like the way you touch me,” I say, then cry out as I feel his warm mouth begin to suck gently on my nipple.
“Oh, that feels good,” I say, grabbing hold of the blankets on the bed so I can resist the urge to touch him.
He pulls off the first nipple and begins sucking on the second. I arch against his mouth, unable to hold myself still any longer.
With his free hand, he rubs circles over my stomach, then slides his hand down to my hips, massaging one, before coming back to my stomach and then massaging the other.
The entire time, he’s still gently licking and sucking in my nipple and my body is so tight I feel like I’m going to explode any minute.
He pulls off my nipple, looking at me, before watching his hand slide down the center of my stomach to the place where my body is throbbing with need.
Rather than touching me where I desperately need him to, he begins kissing his way down my stomach as his hand begins massaging my thigh.
Just when he’s reached the spot where I’m sure he’s going to ease the ache and let me come, he pulls back and sits up.
I whimper, my eyes flashing open and looking at him with what must be desperation.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’m just moving around the bed.”
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