Keep going

"Keep going, please." Ethan sighs, not wanting this to end just yet.

Alex smacks her lips, her hands kneading the small of Ethan's back, trailing downward. Ethan feels her tug down his pajama pants, but doesn't think anything of it, her fingers working into the very base of his spine. She shifts her weight, backing up slightly on the bed. Her hands, still rubbing, shift downward further, her nails grazing along Ethan's pale flesh as they go.

And then she starts rubbing something else.

Ethan's eyes flutter. Alex is rubbing his ass, a cheek in each hand, massaging them with the same intensity as his shoulders and spine. Her fingers knead into his flesh, working deep into it, as if it was just another part of his back. Swallowing, Ethan can't deny that it feels good, although it's not quite relieving stress the way it was when his back was being rubbed. If anything, it's making something else stiff...

"Still good?" Alex asks, her hands firmly on Ethan's cheeks.