Novel & Cerita Golden Finger Massage

- -Nothing- she moved her neck breaking some knot of tension that had been created -I'm fine, only minor personal issues Falcon did not believe a single of his words, he got up from the table and got behind her, bringing his fingers to the female shoulders and starting a gentle comforting massage. Silver was going to protest with the first contact but the words did not come out of her mouth, when a relaxing wave ran through her completely leaving her spellbound. The smell of him so close seemed like a drug that knocked her out of the game, this time without causing her discomfort. The magical fingers undid every knot he found at the neck, clavicle, shoulders. She was trying to take the atten

"Jasmine, bergamot and vanilla. Almond oil as the carrier...." Massage oil...? And as I watch her arch and stretch under his attentions, my shaft strains.... He speaks softly as his hands work her body; heel, fingers and knuckles. His words don't seem to be anything suggestive. Just chat. His own skin gleams as muscles ripple and play with the effort in his shoulder, arms and hands. Never thought what a physical task massage must be.... .... strong fingers.... He works her calves and thighs, but not too.... high.... .... It's not sexual, but judging by Elizabeth's response, the effect is very, very sensual. Her head drops back, eyes fluttering closed.

One thick finger brushed my swollen clit, making me moan into the face cradle. “Lucas…” I whispered, half protest, half plea. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, pressing a finger against my entrance. “But your body is begging for more.” I didn’t tell him to stop. He pushed one thick finger inside me slowly, then another. I moaned louder as he curled them, stroking my g-spot while his thumb circled my clit. The massage had completely transformed into something else. “You’re soaking my hand,” he growled softly. “So fucking wet for your masseuse.”

"The swelling will go down eventually, but massaging it will help. Put it here." I stretched out my hand to her, palm up. Amelia gingerly put her injured hand in it. I squeezed out some of the cold ointment onto her knuckles. She shivered a little. I gently began massaging her bruised hand. I ran my thumb over her fingers repeatedly, applying gentle pressure. After several minutes, I knew it was time to stop but Amelia's hand felt so good in mine that I didn't want to let go. I flipped her palm over, and made a series of figure eights on the sensitive skin of her palm. Judging by her suddenly increased and laboured breathing, I knew that she was getting as turned on by this as I was.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

Joined her in the warm water, pulling her back against my chest, legs tangling underwater. Champagne forgotten on the edge, my hands started slow thumbs circling her shoulders, working knots loose with firm strokes down her arms. "Lie back. Let me take care of you." She melted easy, head resting on my shoulder as I grabbed the massage oil, warming it between palms. Started at her neck, fingers digging deep into tense muscle, sliding lower to her upper back, thumbs pressing circles that pulled soft moans from her throat. "Enzo… god, your hands. Right there."

His hands smoothed up my spine before gathering both wrists in one firm grip. "You'll stay still," he commanded as his other hand kneaded the globes of my ass. I yelped as his teeth sunk into the curve of my ass. Then he soothed the mark with his tongue. He poured something cool and slick between my cheeks “What’s that?” “Relax, it’s massage oil.” Massage oil? What’s he doing with that? Noah began working it into my skin with deliberate, kneading strokes. His thumbs pressed into the dimples at the base of my spine before sliding down to trace the crease of my thighs.

The masseuse let out a low chuckle, his thumbs sliding right along the crease where my thighs met my hips, dangerously close to my clit. The scent of lavender and warm skin filled the dim, candlelit VIP suite, turning the entire room into a suffocating blur of pleasure. "You don't want me to stop, now do you," he whispered, using my first name without permission. Then he gathered a fresh handful of oil, his slick palms sliding down the insides of my thighs, forcing them to part just a tiny bit wider on the table. "AH!... mmmghhhh... no, wait..." Another annoying broken moan ripped from my throat as his fingers brushed the highly sensitive edge of my clit with the slick oil, leaving me comple

EMMA The room was warm and dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting gentle shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood oil, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic atmosphere. I lay on my stomach on the luxurious massage table, the slim white towel draped modestly over my lower body. My heart was still beating faster than normal after realizing my masseur was a man — and not just any man, but one who looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

She turned to Ysabella. "I need you to massage her legs with this oil." She handed Ysabella a small clay pot filled with a thick, golden salve that smelled of rosemary and something sweeter, like honey and distant rain. "Work from the feet upward. Firm but gentle. The oil will help draw the stagnation from her muscles." Ysabella hesitated. She had never touched the queen before. Odette had always been distant, cold, wrapped in her own suffering. But Ysabella knelt at the foot of the bed, poured some of the oil into her palms, and began to work.