Chapter 11: Massage (+18)
I gestured politely for Sophia to lie down at the edge of her bed.
She hesitated as she moved to edge since we both were still fully naked.
"Aren’t you going to put something on? I need to take my eyes away from that monster." She pointed irritatedly towards my cock.
I chuckled weakly.. "Okay.. sure." I wrapped a towel around my waist.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp that cast long shadows across the silk sheets of her marital bed.
Sophia lay face down before me, her body relaxed yet tense in that delicious way women get when they know they’re crossing a line.
"Please, I’m saying this loud and clear, yes we made out a little but not again and having sex is crossed out." She said.
And I replied almost instantly. "Ok." For a second it seemed like the night was fumbled.
’What I’m I doing? How did I allow it go this far.’
She told herself it was just a massage. And that’s all it was going to be.
Still... she could feel my eyes on her. The way they lingered on her body.
It made her feel seen, but her heartbeat quickened. Knowing she was at my mercy and either way I had the chance to take advantage of her.
’Has it really come to this? Me.. feeling this way for a boy young enough to be my nephew.’
"You’re good with your hands." Sophia murmured, voice husky as my oily palms glided up her spine.
Easing the tension in her muscles.
[Kenji! I think Sophia is starting to have regrets over letting you reach this level of intimacy with her, you know i can solve this issue in no time]
’Don’t worry, I’m quite disappointed, but I’m not giving up yet to rely on spells.’
I started innocently enough — but the air had thickened the more I grazed over her smooth skin.
I poured more warm oil between her shoulder blades, letting it trickle down slowly.
My thumbs worked deep circles into the muscles along her spine, pressing hard enough to draw a sharp moan from her throat.
Every stroke moved lower, bolder.
When my fingers brushed the side of her breasts where they pressed flat against the mattress, she did pull away.
Instead, her hips shifted subtly, seeking friction.
She sighed softly.
Then I spoke.
"Sophia.. you’ll need to turn over." I said quietly.
"Over?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
But she obeyed, rolling onto her back. Her breasts spilled free, nipples so tight and begging to be sucked. She locked eyes on mine, shamefully and aroused.
’Why did I turn?’
I poured oil over her stomach and watched it melt into the valley between her thighs.
My hands resumed their work, messaging her thighs, spreading them slowly. Every inch made her breath hitch, her fingers clenched to the silk sheet with anticipation.
She could feel it, her body reacting. Heat gathered between her legs. She bit her lip.
’This isn’t right .. but why does it feel so good.’
I massaged deeper, my slick fingers dangerously drew closer to her most sensitive areas.
She stifled a moan.
’I should say something, I should stop him.’
Then my fingers finally brushed her glistening pussy lips.
She gasped and voiced out with a fierce tone, "kenji..!"
But i didn’t answer. I continued.
’I should get up, and tell him to stop. I’m a grown married woman, not some desperate girl...’
She gripped my wrist — not to stop me but to press harder against her thick thighs.
It only burned more as I rubbed closer and closer, until I grazed between her swollen lips, brushing her clit — and her back arched on its own.
Electricity shot through her.
"Ohh..." She gasped.
"You’re so wet.. I bet you’re husband would be glad seeing you in such a glow." I whispered.
That line, was meant to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and stop everything.
’Why would he say something like that about me...’
Sophia’s mind screamed "no more" but her hips subtly shifted, as if offering me more access.
[I must say Kenji, I’m surprised you have lasted this long without my help] LUST purrs approvingly.
’I told you she’s just where I want her to be.’ I smirked.
My thumb circled around her swollen clit.
’God, I’m letting him again. Why?’
My fingers sank inside her, and she clenched the sheet tightly with both hands.
"Don’t.. do that.." she moaned, but even to her own ears, it sounded weak."
’I’m a wife and mother, and a woman of responsibilities. I shouldn’t be having a younger man touch me on my marital bed —’
But then I grew thirsty and inched closer.
The moment my mouth touched her.
Her eyes flew wide.
"N-no, wai—" she tried to say, but it was already too late.
My lips were sucking her swollen clit. And tongue expertly teasing her clit.
Her body betrayed her again — moaning and trembling, giving into the pleasure.
She came hard. Hips rolling shamelessly against my mouth.
’Oh God what happening to me?’
"W-We shouldn’t be doing this." She whispered.
But I remained engrossed. While the wet obscene sounds echoed with her moans.
When it was over, she threw her head back, dazed and breathing heavily.
I got up and pulled off a stunt I had no control of the outcome.
"All right I’m done now... Time to get going." I said, reaching over to pick my clothes up.
Sophia gripped my arm viciously.
She hesitates. "He’ll be gone for hours," she whispered, almost like a confession.
Her eyes were half-lidded when she glanced back at me flushed, dark with lust and something fiercer — revenge maybe, or pure hunger.
"Why are you telling me?" I asked with a calm face that hid my mischievous grin beneath.
"I don’t get.. I thought you wanted me gone?"
She remained silent and breathy.
"You have to answer me... so I can leave sooner."
Her pussy pulsed at the threat of me leaving.
"No-no, please don’t go yet."
She breaks beautifully.
"He’s probably fucking that 22-year-old right now.. so i want you to ruin me before he gets back."
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