just_fck_me :: 9.4 Massage

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"Hey, what are you—!" Kira flinched and shrunk forward, away from Conner's hands.

"Just—relax, okay? It'll make you feel better."

"Why can't I get a real massage? You know, from someone who knows what they're doing?"

Conner looked insulted. "I know what I'm doing!" A little calmer. "Plus, I'm free."

Well, he had a point there. "Fine."

She leaned back again, letting him rest his hands on her shoulders. At first she was tense; it felt weird to have his hands there, rubbing at the exposed skin, but eventually she relaxed. Her eyes closed and enjoyed the attention he gave those muscles that had been tightened by stress and too many hours with her guitar.

Those hands gradually moved down her back, seaking only to sooth and pamper, but when his thumb pressed into a certain spot, the sensation that rushed through her was anything but mild.

A soft moan escaped from her lips, one that made Conner freeze.

"Kira?"

"Why'd you stop?"

He didn't answer. He just sat there for a few seconds before his hands moved again, and it wasn't long before he heard that sound again, a little louder this time, and he paused like he had in the previous instance.

"This—this is turning you on, isn't it?"

Kira groaned a little.

"If I say yes, are you gonna stop?"

"...no."

"Then yes."