Kaden Kumming – The Massage

Description

I had just finished an intense session with Kaden, my new lover. We were tangled in the sheets, catching our breath, when she started casually rubbing my shoulders.
Each slow stroke melted me deeper into the mattress. “You up for one of my massages?” she asked, a playful.

Inside my head I was screaming hell yes, but I kept it cool and answered with a simple, “Sure.”

That was all the invitation she needed. Kaden hopped off the bed, reached into her bag of tricks, and pulled out an inflatable rubber mattress, an air pump, and several bottles of oil.
I watched her set everything up with a slightly dazed stare, equal parts confused and intrigued, wondering what else she had in there.

Minutes later I was flat on my back on the slippery, inflated surface, completely drenched in warm oil. Kaden climbed on top and started riding me with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips that quickly turned hungry. I wasn’t about to stop her—this was heaven.
She rode me harder and harder until her body tensed, her nails digging into my chest as she came with a long groan.
Before the afterglow could even settle over her, I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up just enough, and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust.

Proneboned and pinned beneath me, she moaned loudly as I gave it to her deep and relentless, chasing my own release. It didn’t take long. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded inside her again, filling her while she clenched around me.