I sighed and tried to focus on the hands I had on my body and the man who they belonged to. He continued to work in silence, palms sliding over my thighs, my calves, and I couldn’t help but notice that my ass was not getting the same treatment. Not one for subtlety when it came to Theo getting me off, I pushed up so that my butt was sticking up in the air.

“You missed a spot,” I drawled, to which he responded with one of those sexy rumbles of his.

“I’m saving the best for last, Alba Bellaca,” he teased and kept massaging my ankle.

“Calling me horny just spurs me on,” I retorted, wiggling my ass for good measure. His hold on my ankles tightened.

“What is it that you want me to do down here, exactly?” He was leaning down now, his lips grazing the curve of my ass as his hands spread my legs apart.

“If you don’t know,” I gasped, so horny I was certain I was soaking the towel I was lying on, “then I need to work on my nonverbal communications skills.” I drove in the point by spreading my knees farther apart.

When he finally palmed my ass I let out a breath of pure relief. He began a rough massage that was just on this side of painful and had my clit pulsing. I could feel the ghost of his mouth right against where I needed him, but he took his time teasing me.

“Those pink and brown petals,” he murmured, mouth so close it brushed my sensitive skin when he talked. I felt myself becoming more engorged, my clit pulsing to the beat of my heart. Ripe, ready for his mouth, his fingers.

“Lick me, baby, please.”

“Mm,” he groaned, as his fingers moved over my opening. “I’m going to have to reward all that politeness.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the crease of my pussy, then swirled it around my clit, making me see stars.

“Oh yeah, that’s the spot,” I gasped, and his hands tightened on my ass. I smiled thinking I would almost for sure have bruises tomorrow.

“This was supposed to be a relaxing massage,” he muttered against me.

“Orgasms are relaxing,” I countered, practically vibrating from need.

“Spread it with your fingers for me, my hands are busy.” He groped my ass with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other for good measure.

“All hands on deck sex is my favorite kind of sex,” I moaned as I reached under me, and made a V with my fingers. In the next instant he was sucking on me again. Relentlessly slurping on my skin and swirling his tongue on my clit until I was panting.

“Oh, God,” I heard myself cry, right on the edge, and again he pulled off.