I reached over to the bedside table, and turned the CD player on. My favorite, sensual romantic music began playing. We kissed long and hard, and before Marcus could reply, I spoke. "I know, I'll give you a massage!"
His eyes lit up and he asked, "Are you sure, you were hurting quite a bit earlier?"
I batted my seductive green eyes, and purred, "That was earlier. I told you I'm ready for round two."
I grabbed the massage oil, and instructed Marcus to turn onto his stomach. I chuckled to myself. "Oooh, this will be fun." My clit and nipples hardened, as if to agree.
I began with his feet and calves, doing one and then the other. Slowly, with a feathery to firm touch I kneaded each muscle until it relaxed in my hands.
He moaned, "Mmmm, that feels good. You're hired, with one option; no clothing allowed."
I giggled. "Oh yeah, what will you pay me?"
"With love, hugs, and kisses for the rest of our lives, with optional bonuses. We can figure those out as we go."
"Sounds like a good plan to me." My hands worked their way up his legs to the edge of his buttocks. Massaging around each leg and lightly brushing his balls, nothing more, yet. I just kept going, and began rubbing each ass cheek, and noticed his cock was indeed getting hard again.
"OMG, do you know what your hands are doing to me?"
"Ah huh, giving you a massage."
I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs. I wanted to stop, have him turn over, and fuck again. However, it was my turn to give him a pleasant massage.
