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I finish with that arm and ask, "Do you mind if I straddle you so that I can work on your back?"

"That's fine," she says, her voice relaxed and mellow

Flipping a leg over her body, I straddle her just over her buttocks I need to take a deep breath because I have a fleeting i into her from behind

Hoping to drown out those visions, I start concentrating on her shoulders and upper back She's particularly sore up there and I ently knead thethat so is especially painful I read her body and knohat to give her

When I'm ready to work on her lower back, I scoot backward so I'ently pull the towel down a bit, just so it still modestly covers her ass but let's me reach all the way to her tailbone

I work her muscles, slowlytenderly At one point, she ood"

It's nothing more than a thanks of appreciation but ets harder yet I'et back to my room

As I workcloser to her butt, I notice that her moans and flinches become less, and she actually beco her breath as I inch

When I finish o any further without s I work her feet first, tiny things that they are They are soft and well cared for, but treroans are any indication

Next I work her calves, recalling how I had ed the one with the charley horse, just days earlier My thu into her tender flesh and I can alh in relief

As I work on the back of her thighs, she again becomes hushed and still as I hs, the back and when I get to that part on a wo--I spread my hands wide and cover as much skin as I can

I can't help myself but I move lobes of her ass

Ever flexes her hips toward the bed and issues a sound like I had not heard yetsort of a rowl

I freeze, afraid I may have crossed a line that she is not comfortable with I start to remove my hands but she says, "Don't"

I try to s but my throat feels like it's coated with sandpaper My voice comes out in a whisper "Don't what?"

"Don't stop"

My gut tightens at the evident desire in her voice but I need towhat, Ever?"

She inhales deeply and says, "Don't stop touching me I want you to touch me morein places that you haven't touched me yet"

I close my eyes, unsure of what to do next

I' and I won't be anything but a pile of ashes when Linc is through with me

The ently workedloose and relaxed The ibuprofen was helping and I was no longer one throbbing s

But the closer Linc got to ers a bit further What would it be like if he just dragged one finger down the s, what if he cupped me with his hand? Would he feel how hot I was for him?

I feel needy and displaced My body is screa to reject ain

I've asked hione perfectly still I can't see hihs He's nota sound

And then he's gone, standing up fro to forain

But then I feel hi my body so I'm on my back I look at him with astonishloith heat

The towel is now underbut rake his eyes up and down hten in response Then he takes his hands and puts thes apart until they are spread wide