The touch of your hands on my shoulders makes me catch my breath. The oil is warm, citrus scented. My favorite smell. Your hands begin to press into my skin, massaging me slowly, intentionally. Whenever you find an area of tension, your fingers work to release it. My breath escapes my lips as a sigh.
There’s more to that sigh than simple relief. There’s also longing woven into it. Longing for your strong hands to rub the oil past my shoulders, over my chest. I want to feel your slick fingers slip under my robe, over my skin; I want to hear your breath catch, as you cup my breasts and massage the citrus into my skin.
I want to feel your excitement through your clothing as you press your body against my back. Feeling how much you want me makes my inner thighs moist.
And as you work the supple skin of my tits, I want my quiet moans of pleasure to inspire you to pull my robe down my shoulders, past the small of my back, the curve of my ass, my long legs.
When that robe hits the floor, I want your strong hands to continue down my body, kissing my neck as you grab my stomach, rub the tops of my thighs.
I need those strong fingers to work their way between the lips of my pussy, helping my juices drip down my thighs. And with your fingers, slick with citrus oil and slick with me, find that point of tension and release it.
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