As I lay naked on the massage table, anticipation and arousal coursing through my veins, his strong hands glided over my skin, setting it ablaze. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back in response to his expert strokes, craving more of his intimate attention.
His fingers dipped between my legs, teasingly brushing against my wetness. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. He knew exactly how to work his magic, building up the tension to unbearable levels. With each stroke, my need for release grew stronger.
Then, suddenly, he stopped. I whimpered in protest, but he only chuckled darkly, his hot breath against my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Be patient, my sweet," he whispered.
Time seemed to stand still when she realized she had lost her best friend forever.
