Chapter 22
Shelby
"Oh, it's not that type of massage," the woman with light blond hair says with a smile on her face. She looks at Ace. "I'm going to be teaching you how to massage each other." She folds her hands together. "Please get on the table." She points at the table, and I think my eyes are going to pop out of my head.
I look over at Ace, who stands there with his mouth hanging open, and I have to roll my lips when he looks down at me from the shock on his face. I tilt my head to the side. "You first." I push him toward the black table in the middle of the room.
"Um," he starts to say. "I don't know if we signed up for this exact massage." He looks at me. "What did you sign up for?"
"I don't know what it was called." I shrug. "I just saw massage and clicked yes."
"It's going to be fine," the lady says. "If you would undress and get under the sheet."
Ace is so out of his comfort zone, all I can do is giggle and then put my head down. "Okay, fine," he says, and I look up, seeing him start to untie the robe. My heart speeds up in my chest and rises to my throat.
"You can turn around." I look over at the girl, and my voice comes out tight. She smiles and turns around to face the door. I look at Ace, who just smirks at me, and I roll my eyes. "I'm doing it for you." I fold my arms over my chest, and all he can do is lean down and kiss my lips gently, making my body wake up for him.
He shrugs the robe off his shoulders, and he stands there in his white boxers with his cock perfectly outlined. "Like what you see?" he says, and I snap out of my daze and look up at him.
"Get on the table," I say. He walks over and slides under the white sheet, turning around on his stomach.
"Okay," I reply, and the girl turns around to look at him on the table and then at me.
"You can take off your robe so you can move better," she tells me, and I turn around, walking toward my discarded dress that I was wearing last night when I took it off. I slip the robe off and then slip the dress on. "Better."
I nod at her and walk to her side. "Okay, the first thing we are going to do is turn on some sensual music." She turns on the music, smiling at me. "Follow me," she says, and I walk over to the head of the table, looking down at his head. "Now you put both hands, palms down, on his shoulder blades." She shows me the way with her hands in the air. I put my hands on Ace’s back. "And press down gently a bit, one hand at a time." I do as I'm told. "Now, walk your hands down along his spine." I look down at my hands, picking one up and moving it down a touch. "Until you are at the base of his back. That is very good," she says once I get to the base of his back.
"Now open your hand," she instructs, and I do, and she squirts some warm oil in my hand. "Rub your hands together, and gently repeat the steps from before but going slower." I repeat what I just did. "Now, this time, when you get to the base of his back, smooth out to the side of him and with your fingertips trace it back up." I do what she says, and I can feel him shiver under my touch. "Once you get up, work down his shoulders and come back to his head." I focus my attention on his hair, very different than it was a couple of hours ago when I pulled at it while his mouth was buried between my legs. "Now repeat it three times." I do as she says, and then when it's the end of the third time, she smiles. "Now come to the right side of him." I walk, and she puts more oil in my hand. "This time, you are going to cup his hip." She puts her hand on mine as she cups his hip. "Now, when you slip your hand under, put pressure on your fingertips." She gives me instructions, and I don't know about Ace, but I'm so ready for him to fuck me. Touching him like this and the music, all I want to do is jump on the table and ride his cock.
"Okay, if you can turn over," she says, and Ace lifts his head and looks back at us.
"I would rather not right now," he says, and then I look at him confused.
"We need you to turn over so we can work on your front," she tells him, waiting for him to turn over.
"I don't need the front done," he assures her. "I'm good with just the back."
"Oh my God," I scoff. "It's not that big of a deal. Just turn over, Ace." He looks at me, and I know he's trying to tell me something, but for some reason, I have no idea what he's trying to say. "Just turn over."
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." He turns on the table, the white sheet shifting a bit, and when he lies on his back, I look down to see his cock is awake. There is no mistaking that he's as hard as a rock.
"Oh my," I say.
"Are you happy now?" he asks through clenched teeth.
I laugh. "Not as happy as you are, apparently." I point at his cock.
"It's a totally normal thing," the girl starts to say. "Your lover is touching you with her hands."
"Make her stop," he mumbles to me, and I put my hand in front of my mouth.
"It's fine," I tell him and then turn to look at the woman who instructs me on what to do. I walk back up to the head of the table. She tells me to lean over him and rub the upper part of his chest, and when I do that, I can feel his hot breath on my nipple, and I can swear he tries to lean out and lick it.
I don't even know what she is telling me toward the end of the massage. My whole body is one tense nerve, and my pussy is wet and aching for him. "Now it's your turn." She looks at me, and I want to weep.
Ace swings his legs off the table and holds the sheet over his cock, and I don't know how he is doing. He was hard the whole time while he kept his eyes on me. I take off the dress and slip onto the table he was just on and assume the same position he did at the beginning.
He puts his hands on my back and slowly moves them down to the base of my back. He slips his fingertips under the sheet. He repeats it three times, and when he cups my hips, I want to lift a bit to get him to touch me. Fuck, at this point, I want him to touch me. Every single time with him was better than the one before, and that was hard to do since it skyrocketed each time. I've heard about sex that is out of this world, and I've tried to think about if I've ever had it. That was my first clue that I've never had it. If you have to think about it, it didn't happen. The sheet moves up my legs. He rubs his hand up one leg, starting at the ankle, and comes all the way up, grazing my pussy with his fingers. I almost moan, but I know that the girl is standing next to him, so instead, I bite my lip and close my eyes tight. He does the other leg, and this time my legs open just a touch more for him. It's on the third time when his fingertip slips in me. "Is the pressure okay?" he asks when he feels me shiver. "I can go lighter." He uses both hands on each leg, and when he gets up to my ass, he pushes up, and the sheet falls on the floor, leaving me naked. "It's fine," he says when he feels me starting to get up. "I'll get it when you turn over." I'm afraid to say anything because it's either going to come out in a pant or it's going to come out in a moan. His fingertips go up and down my leg, and every single time he gets closer to my pussy, I start to shake. One time, I almost lift my hips for him to slip a finger in me.
"Ace," I say, and it comes out shaky. "I think I'm good."
"Why do you say that?" he asks as he rubs his hand up the inner part of my leg. My breathing starts to come out in pants. I can't answer him because his finger slips in me for a second and then slips back out. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," I say without hesitation.
"Okay, I want you to turn around but keep your eyes closed," he says, and I want to just get up off the table, tell the girl to get out, and beg him to fuck my brains out. "Can you do that for me?"
"What do I get in return?" I ask him, and he leans down beside my head.
"I’ll spend most of the day making you come," he whispers, and I'm not about to say no to that.
"Fine," I huff like it's not going to be the best time ever.
"No peeking," he warns as I turn over, not even caring that I'm lying naked on a massage table in front of a woman I just met. I mean, it's a honeymoon resort. I'm sure she's seen worse.
"Now I know this is going to be hard for you." He knows that if it was anyone else, I would have opened my eyes already, but I know that with him, I'm safe. "They say when you close your eyes, your other senses start to work extra." His voice is soft, and something warm is being poured down the center of my body. "It's oil," he tells me without me asking him. He stops pouring the oil right before my pubic area. Going right above and then rubbing all the way up to my chest. He rubs his hands down my arms before he comes back up to my shoulders and rubs my tits. My eyes remain shut as he massages the oil into them. My nipples ache to be pinched. He moves his hands down, my nipples getting pinched by him closing his fingers three times.
I can't help but moan. "Ace."
"It's okay," he says softly, moving his hand down the middle of my chest. My heart is beating so fast I'm sure he's going to feel it. I'm hoping that he just keeps going down the middle, but his hands go to the side of my hips and to my groin and squeeze coming up. My pussy lips are pushed together. He repeats it twice, and then when he comes back to the side, he moves my pussy from right to left. My legs open a touch, hoping he can see. All I can do is feel his fingers on me, and my breathing is erratic. I open my mouth, letting a little moan come out as he gets closer and closer to my clit. Then it happens. He slides his hands down the front of my pussy, his oiled finger slipping between my lips and into me. But only for a second before he removes it. He comes back again a second later, slipping his finger back in me.
"More," I huff without opening my eyes and wondering if this woman is watching me get fingered by him. "Ace?"
"It's just you and me," he says in a whisper, and I wish I could ask him all the questions, but my whole body is tense. I've never been this turned on in my life, ever. This time when he slips his finger into me, he moves it in and out quickly five times. "Don't move your legs," he says right before I'm about to open them wide to give him more access. He moves his finger out of me and then comes back, fingering me again. He moves his hands off of me, and I groan for a second before I feel the warm oil pour down my stomach and right down the center of my pussy. He rubs the oil into me, moving from on top of my head to the side of me, making his way down to my feet. He rubs his hands up my legs with his fingertips until he gets to my pussy where he uses his thumb to rub over my clit twice.
"I don't think I can." Words are at a loss for me when his thumb moves over my clit in a circle, my hand gripping the white sheet on the table. He moves his thumb faster and faster, and I finally give up, opening my eyes and looking up at him. His blue eyes shine bright as he plays with me. I get on my elbows, my eyes never leaving his as he slides his thumb into me, and I pant, needing release. "More," I tell him, and then I close my legs, stopping him from moving. "Come here."
"I want to do this just for you." His finger slips out of me and goes to my clit, then he slides two fingers in me. "You are so wet for me."
"Yes." I close my eyes and take in his fingers. "Ace.” I say his name and he looks at me. "I want to suck your cock while you massage me." I have never been this open about sex. He walks to the side of me, and I see his cock waiting for me. He pulls down his boxers, and I grip the shaft bringing it to my mouth. His hand goes back to teasing me, slipping into me for a second and then coming out. "Why are you teasing me?" I ask, letting go of his cock for a second before taking him back down my throat. He slides his fingers into me and then pulls away from me. "Come back," I say when he walks into the bedroom.
He walks back to me now, rolling a condom down on his cock. "I want you to stand," he says. "Put a knee on the table and bend over." I don't even have to be asked twice. The only thing I hope is that my legs are strong enough to hold me up. The minute my leg goes up, he fills me in one thrust. "So fucking tight." He pulls out and slams into me again, and I come just like that all over his cock. His thrusts are short and hard until I'm done, and then he pulls out again to the tip of his cock before slamming into me over and over again.
"Yes!" I hold on to the table as he fucks me harder than he's ever fucked me before. He holds my hips while he slams into me over and over again. It doesn't take long before I'm right back going over that cliff. "I'm there."
"Me, too," he says, and when I come this time, he grips me even tighter by the hips and moans out my name.
And it's music to my ears.