by Ravyn Wilde
Joey shivered. She didn’t know what she wanted more…her hand on his contours or his on hers.
“And third it says to keep up a continuous flow and to blend our movements together so each one heightens the next. There are other suggestions…varying the pressure and tempo, gliding on and off. Have you ever gone for a massage, Joey?”
Coming out of her sensual daze, Joey shook her head. “No. Have you?” She didn’t understand the stab of jealousy at the thought of some other woman with her hands on him. What a crazy reaction.
Gray grinned, his smile a wicked enticement to play. “I have. I get one every month from Jason in town, so I have some idea of the basics. I have to say, I’ve never thought of it as being an erotic experience. However, since I have at least some experience, why don’t I massage you first? You lie down on your stomach, get comfortable and relax while I read ahead a little. Then you can do me.”
Oh, yeah. She just knew doing him would be the highlight of her life. Joey worried her bottom lip with her teeth and cocked her head sideways. She already knew the premise of no sex would be damn hard to keep. She tried to remember why she insisted on it and wondered if she could let him know she now thought her inhibitions seemed silly. Next to the reality of Gray sitting next to her, waiting patiently for her input, she would have to say very silly. Well, when the time came she would just show him.
Gray stifled a groan. His cock jumped at the sight of her teeth playing with her lower lip. He wanted her mouth on him. Gently he squeezed her hand in what he hoped came across as encouragement. He would be howling at the moon if she backed out now.
“All right. Since you’re the expert, it makes sense you start first.” Joey sat up on her knees and removed her sarong, and then she lay down on her stomach with her head pillowed in her arms. “I’ll work on relaxing,” she mumbled.
Gray closed his eyes. When Joey took off her sarong, she exposed her body hidden by small triangles of fabric. Her string bikini. He swallowed hard. She was gorgeous, ripe with abundant curves he wanted to wallow in. On. In. If he spent any more time thinking along those lines, he’d never make it through the night.
Gray zipped through the book. He said a quick thank you to the author. It contained mostly pictures and there were little arrows indicating the direction you should rub and how. The first half of the book reviewed basic massage techniques. He could handle those. He slowed when he got to the description of how to massage the front torso. He broke out in a sweat when he got to the section on breast kneading. They weren’t going to be doing those exercises with her bathing suit on. His heart stuttered as he flipped through the male genitals section. With titles like The Squeezer, The Serpent, and Ball Circle—with pictures showing the techniques—his body throbbed and begged for its turn now. No way could they try those movements with his swimsuit on either.
“Joey?” Gray managed to croak out. “We are supposed to try the techniques throughout the whole book, right?”
“Umm,” she groaned and Gray smiled to himself as Joey drifted. He could feel the day’s warmth radiate from the soft sand up through the sheet and he watched as the heat relaxed her. The tropical breeze worked its magic on her nerves as well, playing in a gentle caress over her body. The only sound he could hear was the soft lapping of the waves against the shore. “Sure. Whole book,” she murmured a few minutes later. She was in another world and he planned to keep her there.
He flipped pages until he came to the female genitalsection and avidly read the instructions for techniques. Where had this book been all his life? Merry-Go-Round and Circle in Time made his cock sit up and beg. Gray turned the corners down on the pages he wanted to look at when he got to specific parts of her body. He certainly wanted to do this right.
Taking a deep breath and hoping for patience, he reached for the lotion.
Oh lord. She’d died and gone to heaven. From the first moment Gray put his warm, lotion-slick hands on her back, Joey melted. She could not remember being so relaxed and pampered and aroused in her entire life. The strong firm strokes and kneading fingers turned her into a warm puddle of flesh. Little fires built deep inside her when he slipped his fingers under her bathing suit bottom to massage her ass. She held her breath—disappointed when those fingers didn’t slip farther down.
The alternating warmth of his hands and the shivers of anticipation he created in her body caused a conflict of emotions. Working to shut out the world, she focused her mind on her body’s physical response to his caress. She didn’t want the sensations to stop.
“Time to turn on your back, Joey,” Gray’s voice all but purred at her, the sound a wicked touch all the way through every nerve ending in her body.
Back. He wanted her to turn over. She could do that. Maybe. With help. Joey rolled over on her back and took an indrawn breath at the sensation of the warm night as it sighed a tantalizing caress over her skin. Gray had been doing fabulous things to her legs and feet and then her arms and hands. She decided she’d found heaven. A soft tumble into arousal and growing erotic need, this interlude made her yearn for more. Every gentle glide of warm hands brought the experience of lotion-slick skin against skin and made her fly. The blend of emotion was nice and comfortable with a growing buzz of excitement. Better than anything done by her ex-husband, she loved feeling like this, relaxed and yet sensuous, fully involved in the feel of his hands.
“Joey, sweetheart…I need to take this off to finish the massage.”
God, Gray’s voice was wonderful, so low and rumbling. The effort to open her eyes was beyond her for the moment. “Okay,” she sighed. She didn’t want this time out of time to end.
Gray gently rolled Joey to the side. Just enough to slide his fingers under her and pull the ties loose on the top of her suit so he could remove it. He didn’t allow himself the time he’d like to look at how beautiful she appeared in the moonlight. He wouldn’t be able to restrain himself if he stopped to enjoy the sight now. With tender care, he untied the strings at each hip, leaving the bikini bottom in place It would allow him access to her pussy when the time came for that part of the massage. He prayed her physical stupor wouldn’t leave her the minute he touched her breasts.
Starting just as the book suggested, he lightly rubbed her stomach, using small circling strokes on her abdomen. Then he switched to what the book called a middle glide, alternating and sliding his hands down from between her breasts to just above her mound. He could feel her sensual stretch into his firm touch. Beads of sweat broke out across his brow as he fought the internal urge to just take her now. He wasn’t sure if he could handle her rejection at this point.
Keeping one hand on her stomach, Gray propped open the book and added more lotion to his hands. He needed to concentrate on one page at a time or he’d lose it. Per the book’s instructions, he put his palms at the outer side of each breast and slid his slick palms up and over so his thumb and index finger on each hand encircled her nipples. He never took his eyes off Joey’s face as he gently rotated his hands. Not once did he allow himself to touch those nipples, even though they’d hardened into taut pebbles. His mouth watered as he thought of tasting her. Sucking on her.
Joey sucked in a breath. “Gray?” Her deep brown eyes opened and rose to find his.
“The whole book, Joey. This is the erotic part of it, sweetheart.”
Joey frowned. Looking away from his hot gaze, she looked down the line of her body. What had happened to her swimsuit top? Her vision blurred at the sight of Gray’s strong dark hands against her pale skin as they moved with gentle persuasion—kneading her breasts. She moaned in arousal and need. As she watched, he moved one hand to the top of her right breast and pinched the nipple between his thumb and index finger. He rolled it while he moved slowly around and slid his hand off. The momentary indecision flew out of her mind. She gasped and willingly pressed into his touch as he moved to pinch her hard bud again, stroking his other fingers over the mound of her breast like the spokes of a wheel.
; Pinch. Stroke. Move. Pinch. Stroke. Move. After several torturous repetitions, he shifted to her other breast. She watched the tight concentration on his face as he fought his own body for patience while building her desire as he continued to caress her breasts, stroking and tweaking in different ways.
Just having her breasts teased was an incredible turn-on. Her body thrummed in painful excitement and pleasure, her legs moving in restless agitation as she arched into his touch, her body demanding more. The movement dislodged her bathing suit bottom, the warm air blowing against her damp curls as she begged. “Please, Gray,” she moaned. “Touch me.”
Joey was frantic. Strung so tight she felt like she would break into a million pieces. She went wild when he touched her core. Gray’s fingers shaped her, spread her, and caressed her into madness. He was reading from the book and his voice drove her crazy, she could hear the hunger for her in the growling tones. She didn’t know if she could take any more…she wanted his body over her plunging hard and hot.
Gray sucked in a silent breath. Shaved down to a short rectangle running only the length of her nether lips, the hair on Joey’s mons highlighted heaven. As she moved and shifted her legs he could see moisture glisten on the short curls by her clit.
Joey’s succulent body and her sensual responsiveness hypnotized Gray. He loved the feel of her satin skin under his fingers. The soft give of her breasts with the tight, beaded, blush colored nipple thrusting upwards. He couldn’t stop himself from bending over her to catch her moans with his mouth.
Joey jerked, immediately reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, as she tried to pull him closer. Their mouths met. Merged. He drew back and used his tongue to trace her lips and then spear inside. In. Out. A motion as old as time. Her mouth was warm, sweet. Her response to his kisses an immediate joy. As he ravaged her mouth, he tugged again at her nipple and she gasped, and then threw her head back.
He was unable to resist the line of her neck as he trailed his mouth first down her chin, then laved his tongue down her throat, nipping and sucking on her skin. She tasted so tropical sweet. The lotion’s light coconut flavor only added to the experience. He loved coconut. He moved in a slow deliberate path down her chest to take the nipple he wasn’t using his fingers on into his mouth He moved his hand to plump up her breast as he suckled the tip and pulled on it with his teeth, releasing it to blow warm air over the top.
Joey hissed, “Oh, God, Gray!” She struggled with him, tried to pull him back down to her, the sharp tug on his hair demanding.
He mouthed the words into her skin, “I promised you, baby. No sex until you demand it. I have every intention of finishing this massage for you. Then it is your turn. You’ll learn my body as I am exploring yours. When you’re ready, well…you’ll decide when, baby. And when you do, I promise it will be so good.”
It was hard, but Gray drew back a little from her body’s warm temptation. He kept one hand busy on her breast as he flipped the pages of the book and added more lotion to his hands. Summoning all his willpower, he concentrated on the next steps so he wouldn’t just simply slide down her body and thrust his shaft deep inside her heat.
Running his hands over her slick flesh to her knees, he gently parted her thighs and settled between them. At his first touch between her legs, Joey gasped and started to mewl. She thrashed her head from side to side as she pressed her slippery heat urgently against his seeking hand.
Gray had to grit his teeth and take a deep breath to continue. She was so wet. Slick with passion and need. Ready for him. In a daze he read the instructions aloud.
“Start a chain of motions on both the outer and inner labia lips, thumb on one side, index finger on the other side. Very gently squeeze and slide off the rim.”
Sweating with forced concentration, Gray knew the only way he would get to keep his promise to Joey would be if he focused on perfecting the steps. He would treat this as a test. A manual. He could do this.
Joey started pleading with him to touch her harder, faster. Gray closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Damn, the scent of her arousal almost undid him. Shaking his head to clear his senses, he focused in desperate determination on the next technique.
“Using long, slow strokes around the head of the clitoris… God, Joey, you feel so good, so hot and satin soft. I can’t wait to taste you here, sweetheart.”
His words seem to drive her higher. He could feel the moisture seep from her cunt and coat his fingers. She moved into him, arching her back and pressing her hips into his hands…digging her heels into the blanket. Offering her sweet pussy to him.
Gray growled low in his throat. Forced his gaze away from her swollen cunt and back to the book. Circle in Time Taking a deep breath, he intently followed directions. The book gave explicit guidance on how to do a vaginal massage by placing his left hand, palm flat, on Joey’s abdomen at the twelve o’clock position. Sliding his thumb along her clit, he slowly delved into her tight heat until he pressed against the underside of her pubic bone. “Oh, baby…you are so tight, so swollen with need for me.”
Bucking her hips, Joey screamed through her first orgasm.
Gray lost it. Screw the damn book! He flattened his body between her legs and positioned her knees over his shoulders. With fierce hunger, he buried his face in her hot slit. He licked and suckled her sensitive folds. Drew her into his mouth, reveling in her spicy musk and plunged his tongue into her cunt.
Joey cried out and sobbed. And came again. Hard. He wasn’t even close to being finished with her.
Much later, Gray lay beside her, his cock throbbing in agony. He had brought her to screaming orgasm once more. The last time he’d played with her. Using his mouth and fingers to bring her close to peak and then letting her settle. Only to start again. By the time he let her come, she had been wild and sobbing. Begging him to fuck her. But he wanted her to make the decision to take him into her body without his sensual blackmail. He’d promised her no sex and he’d already crossed the line.
He willed his straining shaft to be patient as he pulled Joey into his arms. He stroked her hair lightly and murmured. His whispered words soft against her ear as he enjoyed feeling her body tremble in aftershock. Finally she relaxed and snuggled into him. Sated.
When at long last she stirred, Gray propped his upper body up and ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face. Joey lay naked beside him. He took his time looking at her. She was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. In the soft light from the lanai and the flickering glow of the candles he could now concentrate on memorizing her supple curves, the deep rose color of her nipples and the trim strip of darker hair between her legs. He kept his hands off her while she came back to herself.
Joey opened her eyes and looked at him for a minute. Gray waited for her.
“Thank you.”
Gray cocked an eyebrow. “You are definitely welcome, but there is no reason to thank me. I loved every minute of it.”
She smiled. He was so gorgeous, and such an incredible lover. “I am thanking you because you just proved beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I’m not frigid. My ex said…”
“Shh…” he said, bending over to brush his lips against her. “Remember the book said not to think anything of the past or future. You are with me now and nothing but the two of us matters. But just for the record…you are not frigid, Joey.”
If possible, her smile grew bigger. “You’re right and now it’s my turn to get my hands on you. Umm, why don’t you lie down and relax while I read for a bit.” Joey got up, ignoring her discarded bikini as she tied the long sarong loosely around her sensitive breasts, and then she picked up the book and started into the house. She needed just a moment alone, away from the piercing heat of his eyes while she figured out what she was supposed to do next. She knew one thing—they were definitely going to have sex.
At the door she stopped and turned back to Gray. “Lose the shorts, Gray. We both know they’ll only get in the way.” When she had t
ime tomorrow, she would relive this first experience with Gray and read over the pages he marked; right now she was anxious for her turn and eager to get her hands on him.
Chapter Seven
Joey stared in unseen bemusement at the massage directions in the male genitals section of her book. Instead she thought about what she’d just discovered. After fifteen years of marriage and being told for most of it a variation of you are unresponsive and cold and selfish, she realized she truly wasn’t. A virgin on her wedding night and a faithful spouse to her husband, she’d had no way of knowing her ex hadn’t cared enough—or known enough himself—to teach her about finding pleasure in her own body or his.
With a vivid imagination, her writing served as her sexual outlet, but she hadn’t lived those erotic experiences. Her last several months of marriage-hell took that sensual outlet and twisted it inside her. She became afraid to think about sex or to write about it or do it…not because of morality or any of her own fears, but because her of her ex-husband’s attempts to convince her she wasn’t any good at making love and didn’t know anything about pleasing someone else. She’d wasted a year after her divorce second-guessing herself and repressing her sexuality. Hell—she’d wasted a lifetime. But Gray waited for her. Willing to volunteer for her edification and enjoyment. She had a manual of things to try, several of them in fact…and she was a quick learner.
Taking a quick glance over her instructions, she flagged the pages she would need to refer to and headed back outside. The little flutters in her body morphed into sharp anticipation when she saw Gray lying naked on his stomach in the soft moonlight with his bathing suit laying at the edge of the sheet. The added glow of dim candlelight seemed to paint him with moving shadows, but one thing remained crystal clear in the low light—the man had one fine ass.
