Bab 346: That's what you love about me (R18)

Carmen uncapped the bottle and poured a small amount into her hand, which she then rubbed together. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she settled beside me, her free hand trailing up my arm and across my shoulder. 

"Turn over," she murmured, not waiting for my response before guiding me onto my stomach. 

I felt the bed dip as she shifted closer, my pulse racing even though I knew what was coming. She was going to give me a massage, but her slow, deliberate movements hinted at much more than a simple rubdown. 

Her hand slid over my shoulder, down my spine, to the curve of my hips, and back up again in a slow, almost lazy circle.

I whimpered at the touch, my skin tingling beneath her fingers, and she hummed a soft approval in response.