You’re just helping her back. Chill.
He opened the door and found a timid looking Liberty on the other side in an oversized white terrycloth robe. God, was there anything she didn’t look good in?
“Come on in.”
She stepped through the door and looked around. “I would have made the bed for you.”
“No,” he reminded. “Your back’s messed up. I wouldn’t have let you.” She frowned at him. He raised an eyebrow and held up the sheet. “Drop the robe.”
Eyes big, she turned to face him. “But…”
“Do we really need to go through this again? Where is the brave girl I saw last night? She had no problem being naked.”
Liberty blushed and it traveled down the length of her throat to the tops of her breasts, disappearing behind the heavy material of the robe. He winked at her, which only seemed to fluster her more. Cutting her a break he held up the sheet and turned his head. The muffled thud of the robe hitting the carpet was the prerequisite to her yanking the sheet out of his hands. When he turned back she stood before him like a Grecian Goddess wrapped in white.
He swallowed. “Go lay on the bed,” he rasped. “Make sure the sheet doesn’t get tucked under your body.”
She moved to the bed, collecting the discarded robe on the way and carefully placing it on a chair, and situated herself as he instructed. Sean found it amusing how she struggled to keep her modesty while untangling the sheet from under her limbs. When she settled, he stepped over to the bed. He needed to slow his pulse. The sight of her on his bed did crazy things to his psyche. Down boy.
Sean folded down the sheet, exposing her narrow shoulders and the tapered line of her spine. Her skin was made of satin and cream. How did girls always manage to be so soft? He left her bottom covered and moved to the table for the oil.
He rubbed the oil between his hands, warming them before he applied it to her skin. Sean climbed onto the bed and straddled her small form, careful not to put any weight on her lower back. When he first touched her she flinched. “Relax. It’s just oil. Shut your eyes and try to unwind.”
Liberty appeared to forcibly try to unclench her muscles. Thankfully, once Sean began rubbing the warm oil over her shoulders and down her back much of the tension visibly left her. He worked in slow strokes, massaging down to the deep tissue, and working out knots and kinks along the way. One of his large hands covered the span of her waist.
His hands rubbed over her narrow thighs and spent extra time at the backs of her knees. Her ankles were so extraordinarily delicate.
He discovered Liberty was ticklish on her side and at her feet. He only mildly tormented her. He would come back to those spots later. For now he wanted her at ease.
Sean worked over her body for well over an hour, removing the sheet little by little, exposing more of her ivory flesh one inch at a time. His fingers drifted over her satin skin. He always kept contact with her, never removing his touch completely as he worked.
Liberty had become a sighing form of putty. His hands coasted over the soft curve of her calves, the petite arches of her feet. He caressed and memorized the shape of her thighs and the firmness of her backside. He made love to her fingers and toes and pulled and applied pressure to every nerve, joint, and muscle. He never enjoyed giving a massage so much.
As he neared the end of the rub down, he scooted down the bed and kneeled between her legs. He eased her legs apart to accommodate his bulk.
His palms glided up her legs, over the backs of her knees, and his thumbs worked the firm muscles of her gluteus. He moved the sheet slightly higher so that he could better reach her upper thighs. The unexpected flash of moist pink folds made him pause.
Motherfucker, she was drenched. He massaged her ass, his eyes glued to her tight little passage. His thumbs traveled closer and closer to her entrance and she began to moan, hips slowly undulating, dragging her front slowly, pressing it into the bedding. Liberty was obviously aroused.
Sean folded the sheet up more, exposing her entire bottom. His mouth went completely dry as he set his sights on the perfect little rosette snugly set in between the two succulent globes of her ass. He wondered if she was a virgin there and fought the urge to lean forward and take a bite of her heated flesh.
His thumbs began to work inward, creeping in on the cleft of her ass. A slow glide of iridescent honey worked its way from her pussy onto the sheet. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the raging hard on he was contending with. The pad of his thumb crested her buttocks and accidentally came into contact with her tight little asshole. Liberty moaned long and hard into the mattress.