by R. F. Allie
I didn't have to ask him twice, in a beat, our lips were sealed together our tongues entangled leisurely in a passionate, hot kiss.
He ran his hands all over my upper body and I hated that he was fully clothed. I started to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped my path.
"Oh baby, you're here for a massage not an orgasm."
He flashed me a sinful smile.
"Can't I have both?" I whined.
"Greedy little thing. Take your panties off and lie back on your stomach. I'll be back in a minute."
He walked back out and I slipped out of my underwear as he asked and lay back on the table.
He walked back inside, I couldn't see him.
"I extended your massage for another thirty five minutes."
"They will probably be the best of my entire life."
I teased him, thankful for having some time with him.
"Would you rather I plug your music."
"Actually, that would be perfect. While you were massaging me, I was thinking about you giving me an orgasm while listening to a particular song."
I admitted.
"You were?”
"Yes."
"What song would that be?"
I hesitate; a little embarrassed by the silly cliché.
"It's called Ride."
"Why this particular song?"
He asked.
"I think it's a powerful song, also sexy. The melody suits every aspect of our love making, I don't know. I was listening to it earlier, and it made me think about us, making love."
I explained truthfully.
"Your wish is my command Miss Dane."
He beamed at me with a full grin.
"Now, lie back for the rest of your massage."
I complied while he shuffled through my playlist.
I was never going to forget that birthday, ever.
His hands were back on me, warm from the hot oil, he skimmed through my shoulders, down my arms.
It felt different, sensual. My pulse started quickening, each time he went below my back dimples; I shivered under his soft touch. Landon was really good at it, and while I loved the massage, I was aching for him, for his kiss, the feel of him pushing inside me with hunger and pure lust.
I shuffled trying to sit up and quicken the process. ‘Lana Del Rey' ‘Burning desire’ was playing and I never felt more inclined to acknowledge the suitability of the song in that moment.
I was burning for him.
"Keep still baby, I'm only getting started."
I couldn't see him, my head buried in the cradled massage table.
I could barely hold my thoughts together, my heart thrumming in my throat. My insides started quivering, apprehending his next move.
Just get naked, and get inside me.
He was massaging my feet, my ankles, with so much tenderness and experience.
I'd had my fair share of massage therapies in my life, courtesy of the father's job. Back when we were living in Lebanon, the stressful environment called for well-deserved vacation for my father, and it was never short of a five star facility with its high-end spa and treatments. So I was initiated to those kinds of treatments at a young age.
It gave me the fair knowledge to assert that Mr. Davis had magical hands and experienced ones.
Probably from massaging all his other conquests.
I brushed the thought out of my head, resigned to enjoy the moment.
After finishing up my reflexive feet massage, I heard him shuffle out of his shirt, then the zip sound of his pants.
Never, in a million years, had I imagined what happened next. He dripped what seemed like the whole bottle of oil on me, every inch of my back down my hips and legs.
After a beat, he was laid over me, his front to my back, slithering all over me with his fully naked body.
His erection gliding all over me, his arms holding his weight around my head
Landon didn't touch me with his hands, but rather with all of his body, his skin warm and oiled all over mine, going up and down.
I lost all ability to think, or talk. Rendered speechless, by the sensation, the scene, I wanted to see him. I hated the damn cradle.
Needless to say, I was a damping mess, my insides clenched violently. He slid down and settled between my thighs and in one swift move he rolled me over my back.
He was a sight from hell; a sinful sight.
All gloriously naked, his body glowing, messy hair and scorching gray gaze, hungry for me. I unraveled in the feeling.
"Every time you look at me that way, my heart stops beating."
I admitted, my voice came out in a breath, full of wanton.
He didn't say a word; instead he picked another bottle of oil, and dripped it all over my front.
Once his hands came in contact with my skin; I lost all cogent thought again.
He slid his palms all over me, up to my neck, then down my breasts. He lingered on my pulsing heartbeat, never taking his eyes off me.
Slowly, his palms started sliding all over me in a zigzag motion between my breasts, down my navel. I couldn't hold my moans; at first I stifled them, to avoid any indiscretion outside the room.
But it was excruciating, I wanted to cry out my pleasure, I was relishing every second, every touch, and every quickened pulse bulging under my skin.
He slowly lay over me, skin to skin, hot and warm. Gliding all over me in a slow motion, my eyes were fixated on every move, every breath, just synced with him body and soul. He massaged me with every inch of his body, his feet, his waist, his chest and managed to massage my arms with his neck.
He slid all over me all soft and slippery, I was all shades of turned on, and every muscle in my body was calling for the fill of him.
I couldn't hold it anymore, I was losing my mind.
Once he stilled himself, I rocked my hips against him, stroking myself with his erection. He was big and hard.
But he kept slipping himself. He held his weight on his left arm, and took my hardened nipple between his fingers and pinched me, really hard.
I inhaled a sharp breath, stifling a loud moan and failing.
"Shh baby,"
He said before invading my mouth in a passionate, lingering kiss. Every time he pinched one of my nipples, I sucked his tongue extracting groans.
"Please baby, I can't..."
I needed him, I couldn't stand it anymore.
He finally pushed a finger inside.
"Fuck." he breathed out, inserting another one.
His eyes traveled up and down my body. I levered my head, biting him in the crook of his neck, and moaning. The feel of his thumb stroking me, with his fingers inside me was barely enough.
"Please, I want you."
I pleaded.
"I know."
His voice was raspy and low; it did nothing to calm my boiling blood.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
I prompted, rocking against his fingers, searching to relieve the pull gathering in my groin.
"The song, baby."
He leaned down and took one of my nipples between his teeth and the other between his fingers. He pulled at them, simultaneously, slowly accentuating the pressure.
The man was relentless; he was quite the multi-tasker.
I wanted to yell at him that I couldn't care less about the song, but the things he was doing with his hands and mouth, I could barely breathe, let alone speak.
He accelerated his rhythm, penetrating me with his fingers, stroking me, pulling at my nipples, taking me over the edge. I went blank, my vision got blurry. I could feel my eyes rolling, stirring to the back of my head, as my orgasm seized me, powerfully, and wriggled me endlessly, over and over again.
Holy mother of orgasms.
I was sure I lost consciousness, a complete blackout. I flickered my eyes open, my vision still a little blurry. I blinked rapidly until Landon's face cleared; his eyes were fixated on me.
Slowly, I regained my senses, my breathing erra
tic, my muscles unclenching tardily, and the tumult in my head calmed.
"What was that?"
I panted out the question, grinning.
"That was you, coming hard and slow, beautifully."
He said unleashing his mouth on mine.
"That was..."
I searched my head to describe it; I couldn't find any suitable expression.
"There's no word to describe it, I need to send a memo to thesaurus and ask them about it."
He flashed me one of his drop-dead-gorgeous smile, and slid between my thighs, he blew on my clitoris and sent chills thought my core.
Landon sucked my sensitive skin, pushing his tongue inside me. I wriggled under the sensation, planting my fingers in his strands, stroking him, while he renewed the pressure in my groin.
It wasn't long before I came in his mouth, pushing my hips against it and pulling at his hair, forcefully.
I was barely aware of my surroundings, when I opened my eyes; he was reaching for a foil packet. He extracted one and rolled on his glorious length.
Then, he turned to shuffle on my iPod. A humming melody started, and he spread my legs, holding one over his shoulder.
He slowly pushed between my folds, with his own grunt, and began thrusting inside me.
"I'll never get enough of you, ever."
He breathed out between thrusts.
The feel of him, filling me to my core was indescribable. I came, moaning and crying out loudly, suddenly unashamed and careless about anyone hearing me.
That man; my man took me to places I never knew existed, and I wanted the world to know it.
He kept his relentless rhythm, his eyes piercing through my soul, dark and dangerous, but full of desire. Desire for me, and I was burning for him, he consumed me.
"I want you to come for me, only me."
I breathed out. I was just full of love, and lust for him. Never, in my life had I imagined feeling that forcefully and powerfully for anyone.
I felt free, and alive, and courageous enough to say the words. I wanted him to be mine, just mine.
It was my turn to claim him.
He pushed down my leg and pulled me to him, taking possession of my mouth, he kissed me, passionately, like I was never kissed before, like I was his, and I couldn't be more responsive even if I said the words.
I put my arms around his neck and glued myself to him; I couldn't get enough of him. I rocked against him. I nibbled my way through every inch of his face, tearing at his hair. I was close again, and I squeezed around his cock.
"Fuck fuck fuck."
He grew bigger; I could feel the blood pulsing through his veins. He picked up the pace, and buried his head in my neck. His breath raging, as was mine.
"Only for me."
I prompted.
"Only for you."
"Only for you, my Clea.”
He conceded.
I climaxed around him once more, crying out a babbled version of his name.
My thoughts scattered all over the place. Thoughts about him, the way he made me feel, the way he made me happy; the way I loved him.
I’d claimed him.
He came with his own grunts, crying out my name repeatedly against my neck.
We stilled there, straddling each other. Our chests heaved against each other. His head still buried in the crook of my neck, his arms around me, stroking my back.
I realized we were facing a mirror; the reflection was haunting.
The room was all white and light green, the drapes, the sheets, the rugs, it was vibrating with light and life.
Other than a massage table, there was a stool and another table, on which there were all the necessary material, oils, sheets, towels and a loudspeaker to which my iPod was currently connected. He'd put the song on repeat.
I memorized every detail of the scenery.
He pressed light kisses from my neck, up my cheek and down my mouth. I pulled at his hair, bringing him at eye level with me.
I could see his eyes clearly; they were a panacea of gray, light and taupe, his irises circled in a light green, almost hazel.
"Hi."
I mumbled lazily.
"Hi yourself."
He said with a full grin.
"Are you okay?"
"Stop it with the weird after-sex-question."
It frustrated me.
"I feel fine, over the moon, floating, with you. Look at us."
I motioned to the mirror. His eyes fell on our reflection, and I followed his gaze.
"Beautiful." He breathed.
"Yes, you are."
I prompted teasingly, but I thought it
"Would you mind if we never leave this place?"
I feigned hesitance then looked up at him with a full-on-grin.
"No, I don't think I would?"
"Good, let's stay like this, forever."
Forever...
The word shook me to my core. I knew he didn't mean it, but the insinuation alone had me all flustered.
He talked too fast; a few seconds later, a knock came through the door and a Russian accent prompted us that our extra thirty five minutes had been over for fifteen minutes.
I giggled, still in his arms.
"Too bad we're not home, we need to go."
He stilled me, he had been buried inside me, didn't move one inch.
"I don't care, I'm not leaving."
He insisted.
"Don't be silly, we shouldn't be doing this in the first place."
I smarted assertively.
"Nobody tells me what I should or shouldn't do, Clea.”
He said with his dark gaze.
"Well, I'm sure the owner can."
He smirked at me coyly.
“We’ll see about that.”
Another knock halted us.
"Just a minute."
I shouted.
I stood and grabbed a robe, searching for my panties. He grabbed them from the chair and balled them in his fist, his eyes sparkling.
"I'll keep these, thank you."
He said zipping his jeans; they looked perfect on him, hanging leisurely in a way that made my stomach quiver and hugging his Greek-god-ass. He put the piece of fabric in his pocket, slid in his shoes and walked to me.
I buttoned his shirt and gave him a swift kiss, but he grabbed me in a powerful one and gripped my hair in his fist from behind, exposing my neck. He nibbled his way to the hem of the robe.
"Mine."
He murmured, smoldering eyes transfixing me.
"Yours."
I confirmed instinctively in a small voice, my resolve never stood a chance. There was no point denying I was his, body and soul.
I turned to look at my reflection.
My cheeks were flushed, and I had this peachy glow. I never looked that way before. But then again; I’d never had orgasms before.
The activities of the day seemed to suit my usually pale skin, the Turkish bath, the heat from the sauna, the mask, but mostly the orgasms and the contentment I felt being with Landon.
I ruffled my hair for few seconds, flicking it from one side to another. I puffed at the mirror, just-fucked hair doesn't suit me like the man beside me, and I ended up piling it in a messy chignon.
Thank god I was getting hair treatment.
We walked out of the room to find a welcoming committee, including Jenna. My initial masseur was standing next to a middle aged woman and another therapist that Jude called Katia earlier.
"I'll take care of this, you go join the others and have fun."
Landon pressed me to walk with Jenna. He didn't have to ask me twice. I wished for the earth to crack open and swallow me.
I darted across the hallway, grasping my friend’s hand. I could hear the woman greeting Landon, warmly. I rolled my eyes, before she realized who he was; she was ready to go all Russian mafia on him.
It was no secret the place was owned by them, it was a high-end facility, top of the art, in Soho.
I lo
ved it because it was authentic in its services, so I tried not to think about it.
"Oh my god, you've become a very naughty girl, haven't you?"
Jenna squeaked, throwing me a sinful look.
I couldn't resist the urge to brush her off, but I was way too happy and didn't mind sharing a little.
"I believe I have, yes.”
I confessed, feeling unashamed.
"Dare I ask for some details?"
"Well let's just say that I had a very interesting REAL full body massage."
I winked at her.
"With a full body massaging mine."
"Salope!"
She whined.
"I hate you, you lucky bitch."
I grinned at her proudly.
We were inside another common room, all light green marble and white canvases across the walls. The ambience was very relaxing; the smell of amber and anise filled the room. I hopped on one of the gigantic mani-pedis chairs next to mom and Jenna facing a happy Ryan flirting with a waiter..
"Enjoyed you massage Boo?"
Jude feigned disinterest toward the actions of his partner.
"Very much, thank you."
"Pétasse." Jenna mumbled another insult puffing in the general direction of the room.
"Pourquoi?"
Jude asked her frowning at her comment.
“She enjoyed it a little too much."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He insisted and I signaled him to stop asking pointing to my mother.
He frowned but kept silent.
"Ne sois pas stupide ma chérie; I saw Landon getting inside the room, I'm not senile, nor a prude for that matter."
My mom admonished.
"Landon came?"
Ryan interrupted; finally attentive to the whole conversation.
"Oh he came alright."
Jenna sneered and I threw one of the wet towels in her direction.
Everybody doubled over in laughter and burst into giggles.
"You know I'm happy for you darling, right?"
My mom asked.
"I know mom, we're just not used to talk about these kinds of things."
"Well, there was nothing to talk about in the past, was there?"
I flushed crimson at her remark, and nodded in agreement.
"Hello everyone."
Landon barged inside the big room and walked to me; he held a magnificent bouquet of stargazer lilies and blue irises.
"Hi Landon."
They said in unison.