Ice Skiing

Sara POV

"How come you're so tough on me?"

I begged him not to undress me like that again. Why he's so aggressive when we're together is a mystery to me.

I tried to be gentle with him, but he treated me like a football.

After relentless work in the backyard, my body was already in pain. My fear of embarrassment prevents me from telling him that I also want a massage. I lack his level of brazenness. He must be crazy to want me to massage every inch of his body.

A flush spread over my cheeks as I listened to his strange request, but I was bound to comply with our agreement, so I started gently massaging his back. Seeing his broad back made my face flush. He is quite physically strong. I attempted to relieve his back discomfort by applying pressure to specific acupressure sites after seeing a video of the technique on YouTube.

I had no qualms about massaging his back as he lay with his eyes closed and his back to me. While I massaged his back, he was not watching my expression. I enjoyed massaging his back.

I felt a heat developing on my cheeks when he asked me to massage his buttocks.

I hesitantly touched his round ass. I was taken aback by the sight of his butt, as I had never paid such close attention to it. He has hair on his ass, which surprised me, as my ass is smooth, similar to my thighs and stomach. I refrained from inquiring about the reason for the excessive amount of hair on his posterior.

He turned to face me and asked me to massage his torso. Touching his flawless eight-pack abs made my tummy flutter. I caressed his nipples and instantly felt shivers run down my spine. The heat my body was producing made my face feel as though it might burn at any moment.

What is his intention? Why is he testing my patience?

I massaged his torso, then stopped my hand at his waistline. I noticed his firm dick, and the sensation of my touch on it intensified the pleasure. I was a bit worried that he would request another blowjob when he saw his firm member, but I was thrilled when he asked if I could also massage it.

Why he became so aroused by my contact with his member that he proceeded to kiss me passionately is beyond me. I initially felt his gentle kiss on my lips and later on my neck, which caused me to feel damp in my underwear. I couldn't control myself and surrendered to his gentle kisses.

I tightly gripped his chest with my fingers and let out a moan as his lips brushed against my earlobe.

"Let me show you how to massage properly, Sara," he pulled my body softly against the bed and whispered in my ear. He rubbed massage oil all over me. A peculiar thrill rushed down my body as soon as I felt the cold oil drip on my back. He massaged my shoulder, neck, and back in a gentle manner.

His hand exerted a slight increase in pressure on my waist, causing me to groan with pleasure. After cupping it in both hands, he roughly gripped my ass. I have never had a massage on my body before, so this was my first time experiencing one. I had no clue that getting a massage could instantly relieve physical discomfort.

His soft, calming touch on my body caused my eyes to close on their own. This was the first time I enjoyed his touch on my body. He gave me foot, thigh, and back massages. I think he is an expert at giving massages. I wanted to ask him how many women he had successfully massaged, but I didn't interrupt him during the massage.

He was carefully touching every part of my body. Grabbing my feet, he pulled me onto my back and massaged my breasts with oil. After rubbing his thumb over my nipples, he grabbed my breast in his palm and gave me a little squeeze. His touch ignited my lust, prompting me to curl up on my toes and clutch the bedsheet tightly.

My lips were itching to feel his gentle touch. He applied oil to my belly button by sliding his fingers down my stomach. He found great pleasure in sliding his hand across my stomach as if he were ice skiing. Then, he dripped five droplets of oil onto my thighs and vagina from a specific height.

With one hand, he massaged my thigh while the other smeared oil into my pussy. His touch ignites a fire within me. His persistent massage of my clit completely dried out my throat. I used my saliva to moisten my throat.

"Do you like the massage, Sara?" he whispered in my ear as he leaned over me. The massage oil had caused his torso to slide across my body. I squeezed my palm tight around his back and closed my eyes. His firm dick was massaging my clit, and I was itching to feel his dick inside of me.

I firmly intertwined my feet with his. As his warm breath stroked my cheeks, I was more infatuated with him. He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips; however, I was compelled to give him a more passionate embrace. I stuck my tongue inside his mouth and sucked on his lower lips. It felt to me as if his touch had ignited my lust.

He slowly moved his hand toward his genitals and then gazed into my vaginal opening with his firm genitals. His strong dick dug into my pussy, making me scream in pain. In an attempt to stop me from screaming, he seized my lips. I could feel his dick vibrating inside my vagina.

His flesh was contracting and elongating as it touched the inside of my hole. After 10 minutes of his thrusting, I experienced an orgasm, but he continued to fuck me for an additional 50 minutes. After releasing his discharge on the white towel, he leaned down next to me.

He placed his head on my shoulder and put his hand around my waist. It felt strange to be at ease with him. Numerous things whispered in the stillness that enveloped us.

I no longer felt the need to cover my naked body from his sight.

"How did you get this bruise on your inner thigh, Sara?" he questioned me. His question disturbed me because it brought up a lot of horrible memories from the past.

His phone rang as I struggled to come up with a response to his question, as I didn't want to expose him to my history. He abruptly exited the room after staring at my face with a horrified expression.

"Where are you going, Aaron?" I noticed he was sitting in his car as I followed him.

"I have to go, Sara," he answered me with a neutral expression.

"Aaron, please don't leave me alone; I'm frightened of the rain," I begged him with tears in my eyes.

"It is your responsibility to overcome your fear," he replied coldly. He started the car and drove out of the house.

My heart broke at hearing his harsh remarks. His response destroyed all the hope he had instilled in me. It was all a lie. I should never have put my faith in him or hoped for his protection.