Madrid With Dad's Best Friend: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari

Author:Flora Ferrari
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2020-11-20T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Lily

“Oh, God, no,” I gasp, upset at the removal of his hands from my skin. “Don’t stop, whatever you do. It felt amazing.”

Above me, I hear Enrique chuckle. “You worried me,” he says.

“I’m sorry. It just felt so good,” I say. “I didn’t even know how much those muscles ached until you made it go away.”

“Then I’ll continue,” Enrique says, and I lay there and moan, feeling his hands work out every single bit of tension that I’ve been carrying.

His hands move away from my shoulders only when I’ve been reduced to a pile of mush, absolutely relaxed and malleable in his hands. Then they cross my body to my left hand, and he begins with the tips of my fingers, massaging every single muscle and bringing a relief I never knew I needed. From my fingers, he moves to my knuckles, the palm, and back of my hand, my lower arm, elbow, upper arm.

Just as he comes back to the shoulder, his hands move again, to my right side and he repeats the same process. I don’t know if maybe I actually died on the plane over here and this is really heaven, but it can’t be too far off. All of my muscles have becoming jellified, so soft and relaxed under his hands, all of the toxic stress I didn’t know I had leaving my body.

Then it’s my backs turn, as Enrique carefully and slowly moves down from my neck, with a little more attention on my shoulders again, right down to where the towel covers the only part of me that’s still hidden. Just when I think his fingers will dip below it, and I wonder if now is the time, he moves again, shifting down to the end of the bed, where he picks up my left foot and begins to roll my toes, to massage the muscles in my feet.

No one has ever shown me this level of attention, not even at a spa. I can’t explain how deeply relaxing it is, how good it feels to have every single muscle in my body worked over. I could almost drift off to sleep, except that I want to be present to find out exactly how this ends.

From my feet to my ankles, my calves, my knees, my thighs, the sequence repeats. Every time Enrique’s hands brush up against the towel he stops and moves back down again, making me almost want to groan in frustration.

Until he finishes my second leg, and there is nowhere else for him to go.

Against my own desire to remain relaxed, I feel myself tensing up a little as his hands slip under the towel for the first time, massaging the very base of my spine. Not because I’m afraid or I don’t want it, but because I want it so badly that it’s like my body is on high alert.

His fingers drift lower, gently massaging and brushing over my ass, at first so lightly I can barely believe it’s happening.

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