“Joshua, shower,” she whispers again.
I step back from her and start to rip my shirt out of my pants aggressively as I undo the buttons double time. I crack my neck hard. Natasha rips at the fly of my pants to undo them quickly, sensing my desperation. I need to bury myself so deep inside that beautiful ass that I can’t see straight. I rip my pants down in one quick motion. The thought of what I’m about to do to this beautiful body of hers is almost too much to comprehend. I’ve waited eight years to take her there. We step into the shower and under the hot water and instantly I push her soft body up against the wall and bend my knees to rub my shaft through her dripping wet flesh. Fuck, she’s perfect. Her mouth is open and soft, like her body. My eyes close in pleasure at the visual of her. I will never get enough of this beautiful creature,. I am the only man who has ever seen her like this and I am the only man who will ever see her like this. It’s too much to handle and I crack my neck hard again. Natasha Marx and her beautiful tight cunt is enough to send any man insane with lust… and love. How did I ever get this blessed?
“Josh,” she whispers frantically.
I bring her thigh around my hips to give me better access and I slowly sink in one finger as I twist my hand. My eyes close at the feeling of her soft wetness, she whimpers softly and the sound goes straight to my cock. Unable to hold myself back, I push another two fingers into her and she winces as her body instinctively pulls away from me.
“Oww, baby, gently,” she whispers into my mouth.
Shit, I shake my head. I need to slow down. I instantly remove my fingers and kiss her neck gently as I try to calm myself down. I can’t hurt her. It’s my biggest fear that in my heightened arousal I will hurt her. I can’t ever lose control with her. She’s so soft and gentle, so tight… so everything I ever wanted. Take it slow, take it slow. I inhale deeply, take it slow. I slowly pick up the soap and turn her body away from me.
“Let me wash your back, sweetheart,” I whisper gently.
She turns and kisses me over her shoulder and her eyes search mine.
I frown. “What?” I ask.
“Why do you feel sorry for me?” she whispers.
I frown. “What do you mean?”
She turns in my arms and slowly runs her tongue through my mouth. “You only call me sweetheart when you feel sorry for me,” she whispers.
I smile. “Do I?” I whisper.
She smiles and nods. “Why do you feel sorry for me tonight?”
My eyes hold hers and my chest rises and falls. How does she know me so well?
“Tell me,” she whispers into my lips.
“I want to hurt you,” I whisper as my lips find hers. My tongue dives deeply into her mouth as my hands grab her ass and bring her up to rub her onto my erection.
“You would never hurt me, Joshua. I trust you… with my life. It’s ok-you can have what you want,” she whimpers.
My heartbeat starts to pump in my ears. “Let me massage you tonight, presh. I need to really touch you, baby.”
She smiles and kisses me slowly as her hand drops to my penis and she slowly strokes it in an upstroke. My eyes close and I hiss in ecstasy.
“Do you know how much I love you, Joshua?” She kisses me again as her hand milks a burst of pre-ejaculate.
I smile into her lips. “Do you know how much I fucking adore you, my beautiful girl?”
She nods and turns off the tap. “I’m ready for my massage, Mr Stanton.”
My eyes hold hers. Is she? Is she really ready? I can’t hold it back any longer. I need this.
Natasha
I lie on the massage table and Joshua smirks as he slowly pours oil onto his hands, then rubs them together to warm it up. I drop my head and smile into the hole in the table. Unlike the last time I had a massage I can actually relax this time. The room is steamy and darkened, lit only by the ten candles surrounding us. His hands start at my left foot and he kneads it between his fingers.
“This is just what I needed tonight, presh. You know me so well,” he purrs.
I smile again into the hole in the table. I was hoping I could relax him this way. Cameron told me today about James Brennan and the way Joshua was losing it. I knew I had to bring out the big guns.
Joshua’s smooth oil-covered hands rub up and down one calf muscle and I feel myself sink into the table more deeply. Mmm, this is good. For twenty minutes he stays focused on my legs and rubs back and forth, and my body moves with his rhythm up and down the table. With a white towel around his waist, Joshua pours more oil directly onto my behind and I sigh at the contact. Strong hands rub my buttocks in circular movements and I feel myself smile once more. Oh yeah, I needed this too. He massages me deeper, up my back and then over my shoulders for another half an hour by which time my skin is dripping in oil. I put my head to the side and watch him as he rubs me. He’s concentrating, his eyes are hooded and dark and I know that massaging me is not the only thing on my strong man’s mind. He brings his body up parallel to my face and starts to really rub deeply into my back and my body slides forward with every deep rub of my arms, shoulders and back. This is heavenly. I start to feel a deep relaxation sweep over me that I haven’t felt in a very long time.
“Roll over, presh,” he murmurs, concentrating deeply. I smile softly as I roll over onto my back and our eyes lock in the darkness. Dear god, I love this man. He starts to rub my chest, kneading my breasts in a circular movement. My eyes close involuntarily and my lips fall open. He bends and very gently takes them in his. “So perfect,” he whispers.
I smile into his mouth and I feel his warm fingers slide over my oiled sex, and he inhales heavily as I feel his arousal start to intoxicate the space. When Joshua Stanton becomes aroused it can be felt in the next room. I am one lucky bitch. Backwards and forwards his hand rubs over my lips and my legs have parted by themselves. One hand kneads my breast and the other kneads my sex. His hands are strong and start to really rub me deeply as his eyes stay locked on mine. My eyes flick to the towel and I can see his large erection lying up against his stomach through the towel. A burst of creamy arousal bursts the damn and he hisses gently as he feels it rush to meet his fingers. I turn and undo his towel and am blessed with the sight of his hard-as- rock penis, the beautiful cock that pleasures my body so often. I know every thick vein that runs its length and it hangs heavily between his legs. I take him in my mouth and lick up the length of it. His eyes close at the contact and my legs fall open in a silent invitation. With his fingertips he starts to circle over my swollen lips, backward and forward over my clitoris, and my back arches off the bed as my body chases a deeper touch. In slow motion I watch him stop and pour more oil onto his hand and then directly over my vagina, and it runs down between my legs. He then rubs me hard and deeply from my sex down to my behind, long deep circular movements, and my body bows off the bed to meet him. I close my eyes and start to suck him hard. I am blessed with the taste of pre-ejaculate… fuck he taste good. I groan at the sensation on my tongue and feel his teeth gently bite one of my nipples. Holy shit, this man is hot. He keeps rubbing me deeply and my body is writhing on the table. I need him inside me… now.
“Joshua,” I whisper around his cock as my legs hit the massage table as I open them as far as they go.
“I got you baby. Let me take my time.” He bends and gently kisses me again.