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Kendra
I could barely breathe properly, but I didn’t let that stop me. I pushed him on his back, taking a good look at all those muscles. God, how could he be so sexy? I traced my fingers over every ridge in his six-pack, taking my time and then tracing it again with my mouth, moving up to his chest.
He grinned. "What are you doing?"
"What I've been dying to do since I saw you in that pool. Touch all this gorgeousness and kiss it too."
He chuckled, and I looked up at him. "You hid that well."
"Yeah, I was a master at self-restraint, and now I'm finally getting my reward. Unless you mind." I straddled him, so I had better access.
He bent his arms at the elbows, putting his hands behind his head. "Not at all."
I continued my exploration, also moving up to those biceps that looked extra bulky. Now that he had his hands behind his head, I was careful not to come too close to his armpits because he seemed ticklish. He lowered one hand. When I felt it move up my right ass cheek, I swatted it away. "No, no. I'm exploring now. Don't distract me."
He put his hand back under his head, watching me hungrily. Next, I focused on his chest, tracing my fingers along his clavicle, kissing around those insane pectoral muscles.
“Which shoulder is injured?” I asked.
“The right one.”
I kissed it delicately so I wouldn’t hurt him. "My God, you hockey players can be so sexy."
"Hockey player. Singular. This hockey player," he said in a surprisingly serious voice.
I looked up at him again and was startled by the intensity in his eyes. "What other hockey players do you see? No one, Mr. Jealous. Just you."
"That's right," he said. "Just me."
In a fraction of a second, the balance of power changed. He pushed himself up in a sitting position, securing one arm under my ass and lifting me off the bed. He walked with me to the nearest wall, holding me against it.
"Just me," he repeated in a strong voice before kissing me so intensely that I couldn’t think straight.
I groaned when he touched my right shoulder blade, but not from pleasure. He seemed to realize it instantly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
"I think I strained something this weekend."
"Where? Show me," he said.
He carried me back to the bed. I moved to the center of the mattress, turning with my back to him, pointing with my forefinger at a spot below my right shoulder blade. He pressed his thumb there, putting pressure on it for a few seconds.
"Oh wow, this is good. I can feel the pain sort of melting away."
"Are you sore anywhere else?"
"If I say no, will you take your hands away? I kind of like them there."
He laughed in my ear. "I won't take them away." He massaged my shoulders, descending to my shoulder blades a few times, applying pressure with his thumbs on certain spots.
"Oh wow, can you do this all night?" I asked, leaning into his ministrations.
He brought his mouth to my ear. "My pleasure, Kendra. You're so beautiful."
"I like your hands," I said.
"Before, you seemed to like my biceps too."
"Oh, those too," I said in a reassuring tone. "And your abs, your ass, your calves, your ankles—basically every part of you."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he teased.
"Hmm, what could I be forgetting? Your cock?"
"Kendra, babe." He moved his hand up in my hair, tugging at it. "Don't turn me on."
"Why not?" I was genuinely perplexed.
"Because then I'll want to have you again."
"What's the problem with that?"
"I don't want you to be sore tomorrow."
I shimmied in the bed. "I’m a little bit sore already. But I don't mind."
"That ass of yours is perfection."
"So you're an ass man?" I asked.
"Not sure. I’m conflicted. I'm going to worship every part of you."
I turned around as he moved his hands down from my shoulder to my waist, touching the sides of my breasts on the way. "I thought you said I'd be too sore."
"I can make you come in other ways, babe."
"That you can. But remember, we left off somewhere else. I was the one exploring you."
He flashed me a slow, lazy smile. "Yeah we did, and I liked it a lot."
"See? Let's get back to that. So, how do you know this massage?”
"We learned a few techniques. It helps with muscle soreness.”
“Hey, any time you need someone to take care of you, just call me and I'm your girl," I said.
"You'd do that?"
"Yes I would. But you’d have to give me precise instructions."
"I love giving instructions," he replied.
My eyes widened. "Yeah, I noticed. I like it. I didn't think I would, but I do. So... instruct away, Tyler."
He captured my mouth. This kiss was different than the ones before. It was like he wanted to own me, body and soul, and I hoped he never stopped kissing me.
I wanted this to last forever.