Rae rubbed his palms together, spreading the oil, heat building under his skin.
He pressed his hands down onto her back.
'Alright, focus. Seven moans. Just seven. Don't overdo it. Yet.'
Lyra bit her lip. His touch was too smooth, too practiced.
Her muscles twitched under his palms like they were betraying her one by one.
'It's just massage. Just recovery. Breathe, dammit!'
He dragged his hands down her back, thumbs tracing the line of her spine. She shuddered.
'One. That counted. That's one.'
System didn't register it.
'No, no, that was just a breath!'
His fingers slid over the base of her towel, lingering just where fabric met skin.
'Relax. Don't start poking the bear yet.'
She buried her face deeper into the pillow.
'Keep calm. Ignore it. Ignore him. You're not moaning again. Not this time.'
He worked his way up, kneading her shoulders, rolling his thumbs into the knots like he was coaxing secrets out of her body.
