65. No one else, but me

KATLYN

My eyes snapped open.

And all the drowsy feeling disappeared into thin air as his hands slid lower. Lower. And still…

My mouth opened but no sound came out at the first touch of his palm on my arse. And then, he pressed down as if testing my bruised flesh. A low noise, close to a whimper escaped me as he started to knead my aching cheeks making liquid heat travel through my veins.

It felt so good that I almost begged him to put his hands back on me when he lifted them. But he only did so to drop more of that oil on my arsecheeks.

I had to bite down on my bottom lip to stop the hungry moan that wanted to slip out as his hands pressed and caressed and slipped down, parting my thighs and going dangerously close to where I needed him, but he never did. He only came back up, plu……