His smile went from sultry to almost childish. He reached a hand out towards me. "Do forgive me, how unutterably rude of me, but then, I wasn't actually interested in talking a bit back. Please allow me introduce myself. My name is Adin Greensborough."
I reached out my hand to give him a firm handshake. "Launa Marcum", I returned. "So very nice to meet you Adin Greensborough."
"Oh no, dearling, I think in this case, the pleasure is all mine."
Oh that accent....I felt my toes curling into the bed. Im sure at this point even my ears were flushing. I let out a contented sigh and sank a little further into the mattress. His hand had kept mine in his and he had rolled onto his back, keeping my hand cupped in his on his chest. I snuggled a bit closer, so that I tuck myself under his arm pit and up against his side. I nestled my head into his shoulder and wondered what happened next. I still wasn't sure that I would be able to move.
The hand that wasn't holding mine slipped around my back and began a soothing rubbing motion that if it was possible made me relax even more. I thought that if my muscles relaxed anymore then Id probably never move again and that would be the end of it. He would have killed me after all. I sighed again, wouldn't be such a bad fate that.
I felt my eyes closing again when his touch went from a gentle massage to something different. I purred. I couldn't help myself.
He moved fluidly so that he was now curved around me body and my face was buried in the pillows. His fingers dug into my back and into knots I didn't know existed. Oh yes....I could handle this....all day and all night if he wanted. The man had utterly marvelous fingers.
His hands paused and I felt one of his fingers trace over the phoenix tattoo that was on my shoulder. "Funny that," he said, "I didn't even notice that before. Naughty girl."
I shrugged my shoulders at him. I had several tattoos, he just hadn't been paying attention to anything beyond what we had been doing at the time.
He moved again to straddle my body with his thighs and then the real massage began. His fingers moved up into my hair and rubbed behind my ears and in those odd places on your skull where you just need some good pressure every now and then. From there he moved to my neck and shoulders, digging his fingers deep into tendons that had balled up with the tension of sitting over a desk and reading a computer for hours and hours on end.
As he moved down to my shoulder blades and mid back he started placing wet kisses on my neck, where it met my shoulder and small nibbles that made gooseflesh rise on my arms and legs. The lower he went, the more wet kisses were placed in lines down my spine and over my muscles.
