Addictive Japanese Massage - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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My muscles went rigid. "That kind of massage?"
It felt... questionable.
The masseur gave me a professional smile. "The back of the thighs is tricky. This is the most effective method. Don't worry, ma'am—it'll be quick."
I kept my eyes wide open, watching as the massage gun hovered dangerously close to where I least expected it. His sun-kissed hands glided over my thighs before lingering on the delicate skin of my inner thighs.
A soft gasp slipped out before I could stop it, my lashes fluttering shut.
By the time he finished with both legs, I was already struggling to catch my breath.
"Th-that's enough," I managed, nudging his hand away.
"Of course, ma'am." Without another word, he packed up and left.
Meanwhile, my husband was still moaning beside me, lost in his own session. Fighting the heat coiling low in my stomach, I snapped, "Are you finished yet?"
He perked up at my tone.
I hurriedly changed and followed him to the parking lot.
Both of us were flushed, our gazes dark with hunger.
We didn't even make it to the car. The second we stepped into the parking lot, his lips crashed against mine in a desperate, searing kiss.
The moment the car door opened, he was on me like a man starved.
His arms locked around me, his mouth blazing a trail of kisses down my neck.
"You're so damn beautiful."
"The way you walked ahead of me, hips swaying, those long legs—I couldn't hold back anymore."
His words sent a shudder through me.
I arched against him, my body restless beneath his, my eyes begging.
I've always been the reserved type—never one to say such filthy things out loud.
But he wasn't letting me off that easy. "Don't you want it, sweetheart?"
"Beg for it, and it's yours."
His hands teased every inch of me, denying me the relief I needed.
The ache became unbearable. Finally, under his merciless torment, I broke. "Please... I need you."
It felt... questionable.
The masseur gave me a professional smile. "The back of the thighs is tricky. This is the most effective method. Don't worry, ma'am—it'll be quick."
I kept my eyes wide open, watching as the massage gun hovered dangerously close to where I least expected it. His sun-kissed hands glided over my thighs before lingering on the delicate skin of my inner thighs.
A soft gasp slipped out before I could stop it, my lashes fluttering shut.
By the time he finished with both legs, I was already struggling to catch my breath.
"Th-that's enough," I managed, nudging his hand away.
"Of course, ma'am." Without another word, he packed up and left.
Meanwhile, my husband was still moaning beside me, lost in his own session. Fighting the heat coiling low in my stomach, I snapped, "Are you finished yet?"
He perked up at my tone.
I hurriedly changed and followed him to the parking lot.
Both of us were flushed, our gazes dark with hunger.
We didn't even make it to the car. The second we stepped into the parking lot, his lips crashed against mine in a desperate, searing kiss.
The moment the car door opened, he was on me like a man starved.
His arms locked around me, his mouth blazing a trail of kisses down my neck.
"You're so damn beautiful."
"The way you walked ahead of me, hips swaying, those long legs—I couldn't hold back anymore."
His words sent a shudder through me.
I arched against him, my body restless beneath his, my eyes begging.
I've always been the reserved type—never one to say such filthy things out loud.
But he wasn't letting me off that easy. "Don't you want it, sweetheart?"
"Beg for it, and it's yours."
His hands teased every inch of me, denying me the relief I needed.
The ache became unbearable. Finally, under his merciless torment, I broke. "Please... I need you."
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