Still Part I
January watched with bated breath as Gulliver slowly slipped her feet off his lap and rose from the sofa. His dark eyes were intent and focused on her as his jaw clenched and his chest heaved.
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“We will start with the back massage and see where it takes us?” He held out the bottle of oil to her. When she clasped it in her hands he lifted her off the sofa and carried her to the bedroom. “Know that at any time you can change your mind and I will not be angry with you. I may need some time alone in the bathroom,” a tiny hint of a smile pulled his cheeks.
She wound her arms around his neck, “I want this, Gulliver.”
“I’m simply saying if you don’t feel the same at any time, you can rest assured you can tell me to stop and I will stop.”
“I know, Gulliver.” She held his gaze as he stood her next to the bed. She watched him carefully as his hand trembled while reaching for the zipper at the side of her dress. He was nervous. It made her heart flutter with an affection which she once thought she’d never feel again. While she clutched the jar qf/gil, his shaky fingers slid the zipper down her side her hip4
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sound of Gulliver’s breathing as he slowly let his knuckles
drag along her decolletage down through her cleavage and the roundness of her breast before sliding back up again. His eyes dark and focused on the way her skin responded, teeny dots of goosebumps rising up.
Startled his eyes flicked to where she adjusted the oil to one hand and then using the other hand she began to unbutton his shirt. She let her fingernails trail through the dark ridge of hair from his chest to his navel and then lower still until she reached where his shirt was tucked into his trousers. She pulled it free with very little finesse. She pushed the shirt clear off his shoulders and then, her hand flat against his skin she let her palm stroke the bronzed skin she’d revealed.
“You got bigger,” she swallowed the lump in her throat as she took in the musculature of his torso, “thicker and more defined.”
“I needed an outlet. There were only so many people to kill.”
She giggled in spite of the darkness of his comment and felt his hands move to reach her back to unclip her bra. She let the straps fall down her arms and stood proudly in front of him as the lacy garment hit the floor between their feet.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” His hand boldly cupped the weight of her breast, “you also are bigger, more rounded, softer somehow and yet,” he looked to her flat belly, “you work out
2/4 and are toned and tight too.” His fingers traced over a wide
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“She was a fat baby.” She made a face, “or I was a very lazy pregnant woman. I sulked in bed and on the sofa and ate everything I could find. I gained nearly fifty pounds.”
“It’s beautiful. I love that your body bears the marks of our daughter.” He took the oil from her hand, “on the bed. Lay on your belly.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled up on the bed, enjoying the hiss from his lungs when she crawled, her ass on full display, into the middle of the bed and then lay down, wriggling into the thick duvet.
A string of muttered words had her looking over her shoulder and caught the way his eyes were fixed on her backside while he was removing his own trousers with a speed she was in awe of. He kept his boxers on, kneeling on the bed, toddling towards her until he straddled her thighs. His weight was heavy on the back of her legs, and she closed her eyes after pulling a pillow to bury her face in contentedly.
“This is going to be so good,” she mumbled into the pillow as she wrapped her arms around it, hugging it tight.
“If you feel anything getting rubbed into your back that is not oil, rest assured it’s all perfectly natural and I’m simply getting the first one out of the way.”
Her head lifted from the pillow to glare at him over her back, 3/4 “Key now.”
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“I’m simply saying. I haven’t touched your skin in years and I’m likely to simply blow. I’m going to keep my boxers on to keep it contained.”
“You’re naughty.”
“You like it.” He chuckled at her as he dumped some oil into his hands and rubbed them together.
“Yeah I do,” she didn’t look away from him as she smirked, “do me a favor though. If you’re going to let loose, at least let me turn around to watch it happen. Hell, you can even do it all over my breasts.” She relished the look on his face and the way he rose up higher, so his pelvis rested at the edge of her bottom. “Just don’t waste it on my back.”
“This is going to be an exercise in restraint.” He leaned forward a bit and began rubbing in long sweeping motions down her spine. “Turn your face back into the pillow before I decide I want to massage the front instead so I can look into those pretty eyes while I make you feel good.”
“Ooh, can we do that after my back massage?”
Gulliver let his head fall back, his eyes closed as he faced the ceiling and a loud groan. “This is the best fucking night of my life.”
