Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Stay strong, Vance. You can do this.
I open my bedroom door, and like my apartment before, Hana’s eyes lock onto what waits inside.
“Said you could use one, so I made sure to have everything in order,” I say, walking her, hand in hand, toward a massage bed I bought especially for this. Like outside, rose petals line our walk over, and next to the bed is a wide offering of various lotions and oils in different scents and flavors.
“You did this for me?” she asks, astonishment flooding her voice.
Jeez, she really must’ve had some terrible luck with partners if every new thing she sees leaves her more shocked than the last.
Then let me be the one to make it all right.
“Would you think I was lying if I said it was for me?” I didn’t picture our first date turning so explosive, so in hindsight, a massage isn’t the most intimate thing on the table. But before I knew it, getting my hands all over Hana was my only goal.
Now, I get the best of both worlds.
“I wouldn’t.” She looks up at me with a playful pout on her lips. “How would you like me?”
“Naked,” I say without thinking. I wasn’t expecting the question, and my mouth answered honestly before my mind had time to process her question.
“Hardly seems fair,” she says, kicking one heel off and then the other. “Me, naked and vulnerable on a table while you’re still here dressed in a suit.”
“Want a repeat of what you saw this afternoon?” I tease as she spins around and looks at me over her shoulder. I grab the zipper on her dress and pull it down slowly as all the blood in my body starts pulsing straight into my cock.
“Yes.” Her answer doesn’t help. “Only this time, no clothes. And instead of a table away, right in front of me. So close I could kiss it.”
I throw my arms around her and latch on tightly to steady myself. The resulting friction, or at least that’s what I think it must be, makes her dress sink to the floor without resistance.
Feeling her soft skin against my fingertips makes my manhood tense and press into her back. Hana lets out a gasping moan at the sensation, which makes it happen again, only this time far more strained against my pants.
“Well, someone’s excited.”
“I’ve played this over about a thousand times in my head,” I start nervously, slowly peeling myself off Hana. “Not once did it go this well.”
I’m almost too nervous to look at her. From my periphery, I can see she isn’t wearing a bra, and the only thing covering her ass is a thin band. I’m already feeling the effects of too much blood coursing to my loins instead of my whole body, and I might pass out if anything goes off course. But Hana steps, twirling on the balls of her feet to face me, and her tits drop with a satisfying bounce. My eyes lock onto them, mesmerized.
Her black hair rests over her shoulders in stark contrast to her otherwise porcelain skin. But the two pink buds of her nipples poke through the forest of hair resting over them. The front of her g-string is a nearly see-through mesh material that leaves nothing to the imagination. She cocks her hips to one side, hooking her hands on them.
“Like what you see, big boy?” She runs the tip of her tongue over her lower lip. “Coz it looks like he sure does.” She bobs her head toward my aching manhood.
Yup, this pretty much seals my fate.
Hana has sunk her claws in deep, and I’m never getting free.
6
HANA
I’ve never seen anyone undress as quickly as Vance Valentine just did. From full suit and all the fixings down to nothing but his boxers in seconds flat. But I meet his eagerness with my own, crawling over the massage table, pressing my ass in the air in his direction as I do it. Had he not been so adamant about doing this, we’d have already shared our moment of bliss. Spent, exhausted, and lying on his sofa, trying to regain some semblance of self-control.
But teasing works just as well. Doesn’t mean I’m going to make it any easier on him.
“How do you want me?” I ask once I’ve gotten onto all fours at the table. Vance’s hand hovers dangerously close to the monster inside his underwear. If it were up to me, I’d tell him to stroke it. Rub himself before he rubs me down. Dinner and a show. Whatever the hell you’d call it. My mind is on one thing, and there’s no changing what it wants until I’ve had him inside of me.
“You can stay like this.” Vance circles the table with one hand extended to brush against my skin. It stops as it hits the waistband of my panties, but he keeps walking until he’s standing behind me. “Hard for a massage, but you’re used to making things hard on me, aren’t you?”