He tears his mouth from mine. "Do you trust me?"

I nod without hesitation. "Of course."

"Lay on the bed facedown."

I do as he says and lay on the feathers and petals. I hear him rustling behind me and turn to watch him over my shoulder. James in a designer suit is heart-stopping, but James naked is ovary combusting. He's a big man all over, strapping and brawny. He's not cut with definition, but it's clear he has it and that he's strong enough to hold both of us up.

James picks up one of the many candles in the room and climbs onto the bed. He straddles my legs. His heavy, thick cock grazes the back of my thighs.

"This is going to be hot for a second, but it won't hurt you." James blows out the flame. "The wax turns into massage oil."

"Are all the candles like that?"

"Yes."

I nod in eager excitement and wait. Hot oil is drizzled down my spine and I hiss and fist the sheets, my hips rising back of their own accord. It doesn't last long, just long enough to spread a soothing warmth over me.

"Does it hurt?" James stops pouring.

"No, not at all. I just didn't know what to expect the first time. It feels good actually."

"I wish you could see yourself like this," he whispers, then places the candle down on the bed and begins to massage my back. "You look… I have no words." Fingers spread out, he applies pressure and glides up my back to my neck. He gives my shoulders a good squeeze before moving back down. The tips of his fingers browse the sides of my breasts, over my ribs, to my lower back.

"Oh, wow." I nearly purr, my hips moving again. My toes curl. "James, this feels incredible."

"I'm going to do your entire body."

He applies more oil to my back, then moves down to my ass and pours some on it. Wide hands palm my cheeks as he caresses me in slow circles. He takes his time, dragging his thumb from my pussy, up the inside of my ass, before moving in an outward circle and repeating the motion.

"Can I do you next?" Fuck. I can barely speak.

"Another time. This is for you, sweetheart."

After he does my entire back side down to my ankles, the desire hovering above my tingling skin makes me painfully needy for him. I hope he's ready for me soon. He had to know what a massage like this would do to me.

James turns me over and I immediately start laughing. He looks at me with a puzzled expression.

"The feathers and petals are sticking to my back," I answer his unasked question.

Laughter spreads across James's face. "I didn't prepare for that."

"You can pull them off when we're done and then we can dip in the ocean," I suggest, and his eyes light up. He likes the idea.