Page 75 of Lonely Heart
She didn’t give me a chance to kiss her before she spun around. I unzipped the dress for her, my eyes following the zipper and ultimately roaming over her naked back. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so the only thing beneath her dress was a thong.
My hand went to my groin again as I stifled a groan.
Ivy turned around to face me, allowed the dress to fall to the floor, and sent a seductive smile my way. “Can you please remove the jeans and go lay face down on the bed?”
I wanted to reach out and touch her, to capture one of her breasts in my mouth and have her writhing against me. But I honored her request, lost the jeans, and climbed into the bed. “What now?”
I could barely hear her footsteps on the floor as she came around to the opposite side of the bed and joined me. I braced myself for whatever she was planning to do and was surprised tofeel her settle herself on my ass, her thighs parted over me and her knees resting beside my hips.
I barely registered that when I felt her drizzling something wet on my back. My body tensed, but the next thing I knew, Ivy’s hands were gliding along the skin on my back. I realized it was some kind of massage oil she’d put on me.
As her fingers worked along the muscles on my back and shoulders, she said, “You’ve been working so hard lately.”
I chuckled, loving the way it felt to have her hands on me like this. “It’s my job.”
Her thumbs pressed in firmly, glided up the center of my back on either side of my spine until she reached the top, where she squeezed my trap muscles. A low groan escaped. “I’m not just talking about the work in the villas. Though you’ve been putting in a massive effort there, which does entitle you to a bit of pampering. I was mostly referring to the work you’ve been putting in with us. I think that effort deserves to be rewarded.”
In all that I’d done for Ivy, for us, over the last few weeks, the thought never once crossed my mind to do it in hopes of being rewarded like this. I did it because I wanted to do it, because I loved seeing her happy.
But this was nice.
It felt good. Not just in the physical sense, which was amazing, but it was nice to know she appreciated the effort I’d been making for us. “Do I get to return the favor when you’ve finished with me?”
I hadn’t considered massages when I walked into this hotel room, but now that it was happening, I couldn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it. The only problem was that I didn’t think I’d be able to control myself and not give her the same treatment in return.
Her hands shifted to the right side of my back and worked along the muscles surrounding my shoulder blade. “We’ll have to see how much time is left. We’ve got this lunch hour, and Iknow you’re going to need to eat before you head back out to the villa to work.”
“So, it’s either massages and food, or massages and sex, is what you’re telling me?”
Ivy’s fingers drifted lower on my right side. “I’m saying you could have a massage, sex, and food if you avoid giving me a massage.”
I considered my options for a moment. Walking out of this room without giving Ivy a massage didn’t feel right. But having her naked and not having sex felt even worse. “I might want to skip the food, if I’m honest.”
Her laughter filled the air. “I don’t know. I think it’d be fun to show a little bit of restraint.”
“Fun? How so?” There was a moment of hesitation as she shifted her hands to my left side and began working her magic. I groaned again. “This feels amazing.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. With all this muscle, I wasn’t quite sure if my hands would even be able to do enough for you to feel any real relief.” She squirted more oil onto my back and continued her efforts on my left side. “And I think it’d be fun to do all this touching now without giving in to our primal desires. We’re still connecting with each other, spending time together, and touching, but we’re not going to go all the way. Then after we eat and return to work, we’ll spend all day thinking about each other, about how badly we can’t wait to be with one another again. I think it’ll make it that much more enjoyable if we do it that way.”
It wasn’t a bad idea. “I can’t make any promises about how productive I’m going to be for the rest of the day if we do that.”
Ivy made it to my lower back, shifted herself back a touch, and picked up the bottle of oil again. I heard her open the cap, but I didn’t feel the oil being drizzled onto my back. The next thing I knew, I felt Ivy’s hands gliding up along my spine againuntil they reached my shoulders and drifted out along my arms. But as she did that, she lowered her torso to my back, her breasts pressed tight against me.
As she stroked her fingers firmly along my arms, her breasts moved easily against the skin on my back. Apparently, that’s where the oil had gone. Her mouth was at my ear, her voice barely a whisper. “Are you saying you can’t resist me long enough to get something else better?”
My dick was like stone, straining hard against the mattress. “What could be better than where this is headed right now?”
“I thought you’d enjoy the idea of me sitting in my office later, being so worked up about not finding any release this afternoon, that I get wet just thinking about what I want to do with you after work.” The vision that popped into my head was a nice one. Ivy apparently wasn’t done. “How would it make you feel to know I had to help guests in the lobby or work with the rest of my staff without any underwear on, because they were drenched from having so many naughty thoughts about you?”
My hands balled into fists. “If your goal with this massage was to relax me, those thoughts aren’t helping.”
She pressed a kiss to my cheek and giggled. “My goal was to reward you, handsome.”
That kiss. That sound of her laughter. Everything she was doing, and everything she had done. I stood no chance.
I was gone for her. It might have been mere weeks since we’d been spending time with one another, but I had fallen hopelessly in love with her in that time. I wanted this now, and I didn’t think there’d ever come a time when I wouldn’t want it. I wanted to tell her, but I worried it might ruin the moment.
“I’m beginning to think your goal was to tease me, above all else.”