Chapter 6: Massage

“It’s funny,” she says wryly, “how all our ‘massages’ turn out like this.”

Candlelight and scented oil, doors closed and curtains drawn. Her shirt lying crumpled in the corner, a powder-blue bra folded neatly on top. The softness of her breasts against his palms.

“You’re always saying you have such stiff shoulders,” he says, kissing the nape of her neck from behind.

“My shoulders are on the other side.”

“Turn around, then.”

“No.”

He can feel her heartbeat in his hand. His fingers sink into her supple flesh. Gently, he teases her; rolling her nipple in his thumb, kneading her breasts and stretching them, as if he were milking her. She hisses quietly, rocking her hips backwards against his. She quickly zones on the firmness of his erection, and insinuates herself against it with slow, deliberate movements.

“Use a bit more of the oil,” she tells him, turning her head for a kiss. He captures her mouth with his, wets his hands with the scented oil and slides them across her skin. He rests his head on her shoulder, the better to see her skin glisten in the soft light. Her hands gently inch downwards until they find his fly. Her fingers are a little jerky, distracted, but she quickly has him out in the open, running her soft palms along the length of his shaft.

“You’re excited today,” he whispers.

“Look who’s talking. You’re always so… big. Mm… Help me out of these.”

He takes his hands from her chest and moves them to her belt, carefully tugging until it comes free. It’s such a flimsy little thing, the kind of belt he could easily snap if he was in a hurry. But he doesn’t want to hurt her. He never wants to hurt her. She wriggles out of her trousers, lifts them to one side with her foot. Her panties match the bra. Lace. He likes her taste.

“Ah,” she says as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband. “Not yet.”

Chastened, he goes back to her breasts. She reaches back for his cock again, gently positioning it so the head is poking at the thin fabric of her panties. He can feel how wet she is, her warmth; she grinds herself against him, rocking back and forth, only a translucent slip of lace from full penetration.

No condoms. Not with Aru. He’s a little too big for her to take comfortably, she says; if she’s going to take him, she wants the whole deal – creampie and all.

“I want to put it in.” His voice is throaty. Urgent.

“Not yet,” she says. Her face is flushed with excitement. “I have a little trick I want to show you.”

“You can show me whatever you like,” he growls.

She presses his hands against her chest and squeezes, adjusting herself until he’s cupping her breasts, with her nipples falling between his fingers. Then she breathes deeply, raises her arms above her head as if she were stretching, and waits.

For a moment, he wonders what she’s planning. And then he feels it – the growing weight, the flesh growing taut against his fingers, spilling over as her breasts expand beyond what his hands can contain. He hears her gasp sharply; her hips, still poised and waiting on the tip of his cock, tremble violently as she does. He adjusts himself so he can support the tips of her breasts again, and feels wetness at her nipples.

“Is that… milk?”

“Hah… haha. Hah… Sorry. That happens sometimes… when they expand like that,” she whispers, panting. “I’ve been trying to… practice, so… it doesn’t happen.”

“Don’t worry. It’s hot. Really hot,” he tells her. “Fuck. It’s been a while since I’ve been this hard.”

She slides her hand across her cock again, gives it a few quick strokes as if to check he’s telling the truth. Of course he is. That part of him never lies.

“Compared to this, my shoulders are nothing,” she says, with a dry little grin. His heart skips a beat; he loves it when she looks so confident. In control. “Maybe I can interest you in a… massage?”

“Consider me interested.”

She lifts his hands from her chest and takes a step away from him; for a moment he feels, acutely, the absence of her warmth. She turns to face him, her cheeks glowing, and gently presses a hand into the square of his chest, walking him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. “Be a good boy,” she whispers, “and sit.”

He sits, and she kneels, cupping her own breasts as she does. She seems almost bewildered with how big they are; he supposes they must take some getting used to. He could definitely bear getting used to them.

“Now, how did this go?” she asks coquettishly, tilting her head and winking at him. “Oh, I remember. First, we apply oil.”

She drizzles a little bit, not on her hands, but on her breasts – gently rubbing it between her newfound cleavage, coating the firm skin until it glistens. He knows what’s coming next, and closes his eyes.

He feels her envelop him – the soft weight of her chest resting on his lap, her tits pressing against the shaft of his dick. She squeezes him between them, the head of his dick only barely poking out of her cleavage, rolling him between the slick, succulent flesh. He groans gently, trying to keep his hips still so she can work him the way she wants him.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” she says.

“Not long now,” he replies, honestly. The grinding. The feeling of her breasts literally growing in the palm of his hand. The little theatrics she put on for him, and now this. It’s too much. It’s too much for any one man to experience. He doesn’t deserve it, and he thinks the great accountant in the sky has misplaced a few digits on his karmic checking account, but he’s sure as hell not complaining.

“Good boy,” she says, her breath hot against his cock. “Since you’ve humoured me, I’ll let you choose where to cum today. Do you want me to take it in my mouth, or…?”

He looks down at her, eyes-half lidded, watching her ears bob as she moves. “Your face. Please.”

“Fine. As a special treat,” she says. “You can cum whenever you like. Don’t hold back.”

Gradually, her motions speed up, and she begins to press tiny, gentle kisses onto the head of his dick. He groans, and she lifts her face up so he can get a clear shot.

It takes a few more seconds for him to cum, but when he does, he cums hard. Despite herself, she can’t help but flinch back, and instead of hitting her face his seed flies shoots upward before landing on her hair. He can see a drop that’s gotten caught on her ear, white on white.

“Well, that’ll teach me, I guess,” she says ruefully, wiping some of it away on her hand. “I’ll have to shower when we’re done.”

“Does that mean we’re not done?” he asks, perhaps a touch hopefully. Even if he just came, there’s plenty more he’d like to do. For one, he wants to see her chest jiggle as he pounds her. Right now, nothing would make him happier than that.

“You’re not going to stop before you’ve satisfied me, are you?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow. She already knows the answer to that one. “I’ve got a lot more things I’d like to do before the night’s over.”

“Oh? What like?”

“Whatever I want,” she smiles, blushing. She’s going a little further than she’s comfortable, but dirty talk was never something she excelled at. “After all, you can’t stop me. I’m bigger than you.”

He chuckles. “In the chest, maybe. But overall?” He looks down at his cock, already recovering nicely. “I think I might still be a little bigger.”

“Well, maybe I’m not bigger than you right now,” she says, and presses her hand against his chest again. He takes the hint, and lies back as she straddles him.

“But I will be. Just wait and see.”