I Gave Him An Erotic Massage
All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
Just a reminder that my sister is away on a business trip for a week.
I woke up early. The sun was streaming into the room through the curtains, and Alex was sleeping next to me—peaceful, with his hair scattered around him and his lips slightly parted. I looked at his back, at how it rose and fell with each breath. He was beautiful. I never dreamed that I would ever look at my sister's boyfriend this way, and yet now I couldn't imagine him not being here.
When he moved, he muttered softly and turned to the side, meeting my gaze. He smiled lazily.
“You're looking at me like I'm breakfast,” he said, stretching.
“Maybe I'm hungry,” I replied with a smile.
He laughed softly, then got up. He walked naked into the kitchen, completely at ease, as if we'd been living together for months. He made coffee, poured two cups, and came back. He sat down next to me on the bed and handed me one.
“I've been thinking about yesterday,“ he said suddenly. ‘And the day before yesterday. I can't get it out of my head.”
“In a bad way?’ I asked cautiously.
“In the best possible way,” he replied, looking me straight in the eyes. “But today... today I feel different. I want something different.”
“Different how?”
He shrugged, but his voice was quiet, soft.
“I want something calmer. Gentle. But still... passionate.”
He fixed his gaze on my lips. And I felt that I wanted to give him exactly what he needed.
“How about a massage?”
His eyebrow rose slightly.
“Just... a regular one?”
“Definitely not.”
“Lie down on your stomach,” I said quietly, getting out of bed. ”Trust me.”
Alex raised his eyebrows, but his eyes held the same mixture of curiosity and excitement that had accompanied him the previous nights. He nodded, put down the empty cup, and lay down on the bed, stretched out, naked, his back muscles slightly tense. He placed his hands along his body and buried his face in the pillow. He was ready.
I, on the other hand, bustled around the room for a moment. I took a bottle of oil from the top shelf—the scent of jasmine, sensual but not overpowering. I lit a candle in the corner and dimmed the lights. The whole room was enveloped in a soft glow, warm and intimate. Music played softly from the speaker—something instrumental, calm, almost absent.
I took off my T-shirt, then my pants. I did it slowly but without hesitation. I wanted Alex to see that I was fully there with him—naked, open, without any barriers. I didn't want him to feel like he was being “examined,” but like he was being touched with care, with desire. I wanted him to feel comfortable. Like an equal. Like a lover.
I sat down next to him on the bed. My hands moved across his back – at first without oil, gently, feeling the tension in his muscles. Alex flinched at my touch, but didn't pull away. On the contrary, he relaxed his shoulders, allowing me to take control.
“Your shoulders are tense,“ I whispered.
“I'm all tense,” he muttered, his eyes closed.
I smiled to myself and poured a little oil on my hands. I waited for it to warm up, then spread it over his neck and back. He groaned softly, almost silently, as my fingers sank into his muscles.
I started slowly, methodically. From the neck, down to the shoulder blades, then along the spine. My hands glided over his skin with a fluidity I didn't expect from myself. Sometimes I just brushed him with my fingertips, sometimes I pressed my thumbs harder into the tense areas. His body responded—his breathing deepened, his hips moved slightly, as if the touch itself was already a caress.
“Matt...” he whispered as I moved lower, to his lower back. ”This is... damn nice.”
“Good. It's supposed to be nice.”
I applied more oil, then slid both hands down to his buttocks—smooth, firm, slightly parted. I moved my fingers over them with unhurried precision, tracing circles, teasing the outer lines. I could hear his sighs, growing deeper.
“Do you want me to go further?” I asked, leaning close to his ear.
He nodded. Quietly. The tension in his body was palpable, but there was no fear there—only excitement.
My hands now slid lower, along his thighs—first the outside, then the inside, with increasing boldness. The oil made my movements soft and slippery, but the warmth of my body and my rhythmic breathing just above his skin warmed Alex much more than anything else.
I paused for a moment to sit astride him, my hips resting against his buttocks. I was hard, aroused, and the fact that he could feel me against him only heightened the tension between us. I leaned down, brushing my lips against his neck. I kissed him slowly, wetly, leaving warm marks. Then I slid down, leaving single kisses along his spine until I reached his loins again.
“I love your body,” I said softly, right in the middle of his neck.
He shivered.
I ran my tongue over his skin, from one shoulder blade to the other, then slid down even lower. My lips touched his buttocks. At first gently, as if testing his reaction. When I felt his body relax more and more, I parted them slightly with my hands and bowed my head.
Alex moaned when he felt my tongue between his buttocks. I was slow, careful, but determined. I licked him sensually, wetly, letting every movement be like a kiss. Sometimes I just brushed him with the tip of my tongue, sometimes I traced lazy circles around his tight entrance.
“Oh, fuck... Matt...” he gasped.
His voice was trembling, muffled, as if what he was feeling was too intense to put into words. He moved his hips as if he wanted more, deeper. And I gave it to him. I kissed him harder, pushing my tongue in slowly, teasing him, feeling him pulsing under my lips.
When I pulled away for a moment, he was all heated up, his skin glistening with oil and sweat. He turned his head, his eyes heavy with desire.
“I want you...” he whispered. ”I want you inside me.”
I touched his hips, then leaned down again to kiss the small of his back—a long, wet kiss, full of promise.
I took another dollop of oil and poured it onto my hand. I slid off his body and knelt between his thighs, massaging his buttocks once more—this time not just to ease the tension, but to prepare him. My finger slid carefully inside him, slowly, patiently. Alex gasped but didn't pull away. He moaned when I moved my hand.
“Are you okay?“ I asked, leaning toward his ear.
“Yes...” he replied in a hoarse voice. “I want you. Now.”
I slid between his thighs, lifting his hips slightly. He was ready. I could feel it. He was trembling slightly, his whole body tense, but not with fear—with excitement. I placed the tip of my penis at his entrance and leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Breathe with me,” I whispered.
I slid in slowly. Inch by inch. I felt his warmth envelop me, his body tighten around me. He moaned deeply, his face buried in the pillow, and I stopped halfway to let him get used to it. I stroked his sides, kissing his neck.
“Matt...” he murmured. ”So good...”
I slid deeper. Deeper. All the way in. I felt as if we had become one—his body accepting me with gentleness, but also with hunger. When I began to move, slowly, rhythmically, his hips moved in response. Going in and out of him was like a dance—wet, tender, intense. His moans were music.
I grabbed his hips, guiding him, setting the pace. Sometimes I slowed down, stopping deep inside him, and sometimes I sped up, thrusting harder. I could feel his tension, his trembling, as if with each moment he was falling apart more and more under my thrusts.
“I want you so much,” I said in a low voice. ”You're amazing.”
He moaned, turning his head as if he wanted to kiss me. I leaned down, our lips meeting in a short, wet kiss, barely reaching each other from this position.
My hand slid down, wrapping around his penis. I started moving faster, deeper, while caressing him rhythmically, synchronized, connected to the limit. His body began to shake, his moans turning into throaty, ragged breaths.
“Matt... almost... almost...” he gasped, until finally he trembled under my hands, spilling himself onto the sheets, into my hand, with a loud, muffled cry.
A few seconds later, feeling his contractions around me, I came myself—deep, hard, with a feeling of complete fulfillment. I slid all the way into him and stayed there, trembling, feeling the whole world disappear around me.
I collapsed onto his back, hugging him. We were both breathing heavily, our bodies still tangled together.
After a moment, Alex laughed softly, hoarsely.
“Fuck... that was... something more.”
“I know,” I replied just as softly. ”For me too.”
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