Massage

"Hnnn." Ethan groans into the pillow.

Alex's hands are working at his shoulder, rubbing out weeks worth of tension. Her thin, which would suggest them to be delicate, but right now they feel anything but. They work into his muscles effortlessly, revealing their hidden power. They're longer than Heather's, which might have something to do with just how good this feels.

"Hmmmm," Ethan groans again, "God that's fucking good."

"Glad you like it." Alex works lower, getting into the meat of his shoulder blades. Her thumbs are digging deep, working into Ethan's back hard. "Let me know if it hurts, okay?"

"Kay..." Ethan mumbles. It does, in fact, hurt a bit, but Ethan knows a little pain now means big relief later.

Working downward, Alex's fingers feel like magic on Ethan's spine. While he had released a fair amount of tension the last couple of weeks in more carnal ways, this was just next level. Time becomes a bit of a blur to him, not knowing if she's been rubbing him for five minutes or fifty. By the time she's working his lumbar Ethan feels like a new, looser, man.

"Everything okay?" Alex asks, breaking many minutes of silence, sans moans from Ethan.

"Mhm." Ethan barely musters the answer.

"Had enough, or..." Alex's hands wander slightly lower, "Should I keep going?"