Chapter 2: Building Tension
Steph's breath hitched in her throat as Mike's strong hands began kneading her shoulders. She felt her muscles relax under his gentle touch. The scent of lavender filled the air, the soothing aroma wafting from the oil Mike held in his hands. The soft room lighting spilled over her exposed skin, casting shadows that emphasized the curves of her body.
"You're so tense, sweetheart," Mike murmured, his voice low and gravelly in her ear. He breathed deeply, letting the aroma envelope him as he continued to massage her.
Mike ran the tips of his fingers over her biceps, gently caressing her arms in a slow, deliberate, circular motion. Steph moaned softly at his touch. Her nipples hardened at the feeling of his hands moving across her sensitized skin. Mike remembered how sensitive she was to touch, the slightest caress sending jolts of electricity throughout her body.
Mike moved his left hand close to Steph's breasts, feeling the softness of her cleavage. Her heartbeat increased, quick breaths ghosting across his neck.
Steph whispered, "I want you so badly, Mike." The desperation in her voice was undeniable.
Mike's hands abandoned the delicate oil-massage, instead gripping her hips firmly. His fingers traced the edges of her waist, then inched their way upwards, enjoying the smooth sensation of her skin. He pulled her deeper into his embrace, an arm around her waist while his other hand brushed through her hair.
"Oh, God," Steph moaned, as his hands reached her aching, swollen breasts. Her nipples hardened in response to his touch.