LEWD THOUGHTS AND NIGHT MASSAGE PART 2-E

( STEAMY SCENES AHEAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

He applied techniques in which his kinesiologist therapist did for him when he injured himself from carrying weights in the gym. Ace wondered how she could sustain injuries like his while training underwater. Just what exactly did she do? He need to have a word with Enlil.

He rubbed, kneaded and pressed her entire back until her muscles relaxed and she flopped on her side. Ace bend his knees and held her in place. She placed her arms over his knees and rested her head on his left knee.

Astrid wanted more than a massage. She wanted to feel his chest against her, and with a little bit of alcohol to fuzz her brain and numb her senses, she did exactly that. She took hold of his wrists, surprising him and pushed her back flat on his tout chest.

`Are you hurt? Did I press-', he was cut short by her next action. She put her left hand over his and guided him to press her stomach, whilst her right hand folded his fingers leaving the index finger outward and she spoke in a seductive voice, `Touch me, Ace'.

`Astrid, baby you have no idea what you are doing. You are not in the right mind to-', she used his finger to stroke her slender neck, moving her neck as far back as she can. She guided his finger towards her clavicle moving from right to left.

`Astrid, please you don't want this-', she stopped him again by repeating `Touch me, Ace'.

`No, you are clearly drunk. We are leaving', he was panicky, his mind in places, partially wanting to stop this facade and another part to indulge in her. Help me, I want this so badly with with her.

`Stop', she spoke huskily. He was left immobile by her voice. Her hands were steady, she loved the warmth of his skin seeping into hers, and she brought his finger down to the dip of her chest and gently placed it on her right areola.

`Fucking hell', he hissed. Astrid gripped his left hand and place it on her left breast. She sighed at his calloused hand over her breast, the sensation of a foreign hand on her body turning her on, churning her stomach in a pleasurable twist.

Ace did not move his hands, his own breath ragged by now. `Astrid, tell me you want this. I can't continue without your consent', his British accent thick with lust.

`I've always wanted your touch over my….my…my-', she stammered.

`Say it, love, please. Baby doll, don't feel pressured. We can always turn back'. He pleaded softly in her ears, not wanting her to regret it tomorrow.

Astrid was losing herself in fantasy to speak coherently. Her mind overworking with what he could do with his hands. She laughed sexily and turned to face him. `I want you to touch me. Touch my chest', she sealed her words with a long passionate kiss keeping his hands in place, unwavering in her decision. Ace took a moment to register the scene in front of her. 

Half-naked Astrid checked.

In a jacuzzi making out checked.

Hands-on her soft moulds, perfectly fitting his hands checked.

Feeling hot and fuck hotter checked.

Ding, ding and ding his ears ringed and he kissed back in response.

He bit her lips and when she opened her soft mouth, he slid his hot tongue inside her, tasting her sweet mouth and tracing her canines expertly. Before she could deepen the kiss, he pulled back. She whimpered and pouted at him.

`Turn back', he ordered, and she obeyed. Ace worshipped her and he wanted to pleasure her to no end.

He gently kissed her shoulders, moving upwards to her earlobe, biting it and nipping at it. She moaned and her hand moved to his hair. He smiled against her skin and started kissing her jawline, she craned her neck further to allow him more access, arching her back and pushing her chest forward. She was a sight to behold, unrestrained and delicious.

His rough hands cupped her breasts earning a gasp from her. ` May I?', he asked one last time before he broke his own dam of desire.

`Nevermore', she bit his neck lightly and he groaned.

Ace did not need to be told twice, he focused on kissing her back now, sucking her skin, leaving a trail of love bites, at the same time his hands pressed on her moulds and kneaded them, his fingers squeezing her nipples and rubbing her areola until they were hard and tout. He continued working wonders with his fingers and hands-on her twin peaks.

Her heartbeat was erratic, fuelled by lust, clouded by passion, both her hands tightened around his hair, tugging and pulling his wet hair, encouraging him. His wicked mouth on her back and his hands on her front left her panting, the water stimulating her sensations further, her brain muddled leaving her wanting for more.

`Ace, baby', she moaned loudly.

`Yes?', he spoke in between gritted teeth, trying to reign his beast of desire.

Deep within her, she felt warmth pool at her core. Her fervent need for him increasing by the minute. Her fingernails scratch his neck, clinging into them. He let out a deep breathy moan, electrifying the air and he switches his hands, working on her opposite breasts, squishing them, using the tip of his fingers to brush on her nipples. He inhaled at her neck sharply, feeding his own spiralling lust.

`Ace', she moaned out his name with longing, and his eyes became hooded, at the beauty on his lap. Her face was all red, eyes shut so tight, her eyelashes brushed against her skin not to mention her tongue, licking her lips, leaving him in a daze.

Ace kissed along her clavicle, licking and grazing his teeth at her skin. His hands never leaving her breasts, moving in tune with her wanton desire for him. His experienced hands moving, pressing, touching and playing with her buds nonstop.

`More, Ace', she demanded. She could feel his manhood rock hard pressing against her underwear.

He knew she was lost in flames of desire. With great self-control he pulled back. Ace regretfully removed his hands and cupped her face carefully, bringing her forward to rest her forehead on his. Both were catching their breaths.

`Why did you stop?', she opened her eyes and looked at him in lust.

`Shhh. It's way past midnight. We have been in here over an hour sweetheart', Ace stared at her eyes that had darkened. As much as he wanted to continue, he knew she wasn't ready to make love to him.

He lifted her off the jacuzzi tub, keeping his eyes ahead, to avoid looking at her exposed chest. He carried her away from the jacuzzi. Astrid almost cried at his genteel attitude; he never went beyond what she asked of him. She crossed her arms across her chest when Ace placed her firmly on the ground. Ace took a fresh robe and placed it on the dry sink before turning his body away from her.

`Love, remove your underwear. I've prepared clothes for you in my walk-in closet. Go ahead. I need a cold shower', he spoke to her looking at his shower cubicle.

Astrid who was still without her bra hugged him. He was shocked at this gesture. His shoulders tensed in response. `Please, stay like this for a while. I've never had this experience before in my life. Thank you, for not going overboard when I clearly lost it. I liked what we did back there, Ace', she mumbled the last part.

Ace relaxed at her words and chuckled. His chest rumbled and she blinked her eyes, at his melodious laugh.

`Astrid, love. Never thank me. You are mi diosa, my love, mi todo. I should be privileged to be the first and only man to besa tu cuerpo. Astrid wear your robe, its getting cold, love',

`You spoke in a foreign language. Was it Spanish?', she pulled the robe around her and tighten the belt.

`I will explain later', Ace pecked her lips and pushed her out smoothly.