CHAPTER 197: YOUR PERSONAL, NAKED MASSEUR

He slipped them off and tossed them carelessly to the floor.

"This too," he whispered, tugging my shirt up slowly. When it was finally over my head, he smirked at me. "God, you’re beautiful."

I wanted to cover my face, but he caught my chin, tilted it up, and kissed me again, slowly.

When he finally pulled back, his grin was pure mischief. "So... today you’ve been running yourself ragged. Stressing. Cooking. Worrying. Crying." He trailed his fingers down my spine, making me shiver. "Lucky for you, you’ve got me."

I blinked at him. "You?"

Omg, what is he up to how?

"Mm-hm." He leaned close, whispering seductively into my ear. "Your personal, naked masseur."

I choked out a laugh. "You’re insane."

"Insanely hot," he corrected with a smug smirk, flexing his arm, enough to show off. "And you’re lucky to have me. Do you know how many people would kill for a massage from me, looking like this?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the stupid smile pulling at my lips. "Wow. You’re actually serious about this."

"Dead serious. Now turn around," he said, lightly pushing my shoulder until I rolled onto my chest. "Face down. Let me take care of that ass. I mean you." He chuckled.

The bed dipped under his weight as he straddled me, his hands were warm and firm, against the back of my thighs. He started slowly, gently, working upward.

"Ughhhh..." I groaned into the pillow. "You actually know what you’re doing."

"Of course I do," he said smoothly, his thumbs kept pressing into just the right spot. "I told you, I’m a professional. And besides..." He leaned down, whispering into my ear. "Touching you like this is my favorite thing in the world."

I rolled my eyes, and smiled.

He moved higher, from my calves to my thighs. His hands kept spreading warmth across my body, making me melt further into the sheets.

"See?" he murmured. "You deserve this. You deserve to feel good, to rest, to be cared for."

And damn, between his words, his hands, and the heat of his body pressed against me, I couldn’t tell what was making me shiver more.

His hands worked higher, into the soft curve of my thighs before slipping under, touching the head of my dick, as he groaned.

My breath caught, and before I could even process it, a sound left my throat. I moaned too.

"D-Dom..." I mumbled into the pillow, my voice started shaking.

"Mm?" he hummed, like he wasn’t driving me insane with every touch. His palm pressed flat against my lower back, curving my spine slightly. "Just stay still for me. Let me take care of you."

I twisted my head toward him. "Is...is this part of the massage?"

His lips brushed my ear as he leaned down. "Mhmm. The best part."

Then he shifted closer, and I felt it....his hard dick against me, right against my ass.

My whole body tensed, I gasped.

"Dom..." I whispered, my heart racing so fast.

"Shh," he murmured, his mouth started grazing my neck now, his hand kept sliding deeper under me. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Just relax. Trust me."

The weight of him pressed down on me in that position, sent tingles all over my body.

I already lost every self control

"Omg, fuck....me," I moaned in the pillow.

"I told you," he teased, smoothly. "Best naked masseur you’ll ever have."

I moaned again, had to bite down my lips this time. Precum dropped from me into the bed.

"Don’t hold it in," he murmured, leaning closer. "I want to hear you, and see you cum."

"D-Dom..."

"Yeah, baby?" He whispered.

"You’re... you’re too good at this," I mumbled, my voice broke into another moan.

He laughed softly, kissing my shoulder. "Lucky for you, I’m all yours."

The pleasure mixed with the warmth of his lips trailing across my neck, and it was overwhelming.

My body surrendered to him completely, each sound I made pulled a smile out of him, every moan was proof that he knew exactly how to undo me.

His hands were still gliding over me, my body trembling under every touch, every kiss against my back. The massage had turned into something else entirely, every press of his thumbs, every brush of his lips kept making it harder and harder to breathe.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My chest heaved as I pushed up from the mattress, turning to face him. His eyes were hungry, soft... and locked onto mine.

"I..." my voice cracked. I swallowed, heart pounding so loud I thought he could hear it. "I want you. Right now."

His brows lifted slightly, then that slow, knowing smile curved across his lips. "You sure, baby?" he chuckled, but there was a seriousness in his eyes.

"Yes." My hands shook as I grabbed at the sheets, holding myself. "I want you to fuck me." I meant them with everything in me.

He leaned closer, I could feel his hot breath against my lips. "Okay," he whispered, a smirk tugged at his mouth. "But hold the sheets tighter..."

"Why?" I whispered back, my chest heaved.

"Because," his voice dropped, "I’m so hard right now, and I don’t want to hold back this time. I’m going all in tonight. Every inch. You feel me?"

My whole body shivered at his words.

"Yeah," I whispered back. "I feel you."

His hand slid up the back of my neck, thumb brushing my jaw, pulling me closer. He kissed me slowly, then deeper, hungrier.

His lips left mine only to murmur against my ear, "I’ll go in slowly, I promise. I want you to feel every second of it."

My fingers gripped the sheets tighter.

My breath hitched, my body tightened, he chuckled low.

"Relax, baby... you’re so tense."

"I can’t," I groaned, my fingers dug into the sheets.

"Yes, you can," he murmured, kissing down the side of my neck, slowly, making my whole body arch. "Just trust me."

My legs shook as his hands moved lower, gripping my thighs, spreading me gently.

"Dominic..." I moaned, and gripped his hair tighter.

"Yeah?" His lips were on my thigh, guiding himself slowly. My chest heaved as I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the heat.

"Breathe, Ash. Just breathe... I’ve got you."