He walked into the dimly lit room, the scent of lavender and sandalwood filling his senses. She was lying on the massage table, wearing nothing but a thin sheet that barely covered her curves. Her long hair spilled over the sides of the table, framing her face in a halo of golden strands.
He approached her slowly, his fingertips lightly trailing down her back. She shivered at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. His hands were strong and firm as they began to knead her muscles, working out the tension that had built up in her body.
With each stroke, she felt herself relax further into his touch. His hands moved lower, gliding over her hips and thighs, sending a rush of heat through her body. She parted her legs slightly, inviting him to move closer, to explore every inch of her skin.
His hands found their way to the small of her back, pressing firmly as he worked out the knots that had formed there. She arched her back, pushing against his touch, craving more of the delicious sensation that was building inside her.
He moved to her shoulders, his thumbs massaging the tense muscles there. She let out a soft sigh, her body melting under his expert touch. His hands moved to her neck, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her spine.
As he worked his way down her body, his touch became more urgent, more insistent. She could feel the heat building between her legs, aching for his touch to relieve the tension that had been building inside her.
Finally, his hands reached her hips, his touch lingering there as he massaged the sensitive skin. She couldn't hold back anymore, the desire consuming her as she arched her back, pressing against him, silently begging for more.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Let me take you to paradise." And with that, she surrendered to the pleasure he offered, lost in the delicious ecstasy of his touch. |
