I’ve to move things forward
A small moan escaped her lips; she felt her muscles loosen. And she forgot every other thing and focused on the sensation of his hands against her skin.
His hands glided along her sides, the scent of floral oil filling the room.
His hands moved upward to her chest, pressing his fingers together and massaged in-between her breasts.
Casey turned so red, but he closed his eyes, repeating his mantra, for a clear mind. Her soft moans added to his troubles.
His fingers glided against her skin, his thumbs pressed on her neck, loosening up her tense muscles.
A soft moan escaped her lips, blending with a yawn. She hadn't realized just how exhausted she was.
Her eyelids grew heavy as he massaged her thighs. Lifting her leg, he poured oil over her skin, his hands working in smooth, gentle motions.
He paused slightly when he noticed her shallow breathing and realized she had fallen asleep.