Free Healed by His Touch by Lydia Litt Page B

Marco
    nodded knowingly. “Angela is wonderful
    lady who knows what she wants. Are you
    sure this is what you want?”
    “She said it would make my pussy
    purr,” Jessica responded nervously,
    before quickly adding, “I mean, make me
    purr like a kitten.”
    Marco responded with a deep, throaty
    laugh. “I shall do my best!” His eyes were
    twinkling with amusement as he showed
    Jessica where to put her clothes. “The hot
    oil I use will stain your undergarments, so
    it’s best if you disrobe completely. I will
    leave you now to undress in private.
    Please lay face down on the table.”
    When Marco left, Jessica quickly
    removed her clothes and hung them in the
    bathroom as directed, hiding her bra and
    panties under her shirt in case Marco used
    the facilities before he got started. She got
    onto the massage table, slipping between
    the smooth sheets. The table padding was
    heated and she let herself sink into the
    warmth it offered.
    How could she have said something so
    stupid? Oh Marco, please make my pussy
    purr! He probably thought she was a
    complete idiot. Or worse, a
    nymphomaniac! She was grateful to be
    face down so she could hide her
    embarrassment in the padded face cradle.
    Jessica was still silently berating
    herself when Marco returned. He didn’t
    say anything, but went about gathering the
    things needed for the massage. Music
    began playing softly in the background and
    a tubular pillow was slipped under
    Jessica’s feet for comfort. Although she
    had the top sheet pulled up to her neck,
    Marco gently folded it down, once, twice,
    three times, until her entire back and half
    of her ass were exposed. The subtle
    contact made Jessica shiver and the
    familiar wetness returned.
    “I will begin,” Marco said quietly,
    standing at the head of the table. Through
    the face cradle, Jessica could see that he
    was now barefoot, the lines from his
    discarded leather sandals still visible. He
    had also changed out of his jeans and t-
    shirt and into loose linen pants and a
    matching tunic. She closed her eyes when
    he drizzled warm oil on her upper back,
    allowing the soothing sensations to
    overtake her mental torment.
    Marco’s strong hands began moving
    over her muscles in long, sweeping
    strokes, occasionally pausing to knead a
    knot or apply direct pressure to an area
    that was overly tight.
    “How is this pressure?” Marco asked.
    “Tell me if you would like more or less.”
    “That feels so good,” Jessica
    murmured through the face cradle. “The
    pressure is perfect.”
    He worked his way down her back, his
    hands intuitively finding the tension built
    during months of bickering over the
    possessions that she and Daniel had
    amassed during their 10-year marriage.
    When their assets were finally divided,
    Jessica would remain a very rich woman.
    But she couldn’t help thinking that she
    would gladly forfeit everything except the
    country house to keep Marco massaging
    her body.
    Jessica felt warm liquid land on her
    lower back and Marco’s hands reached
    lower and lower, spreading the oil across
    every inch of her skin. He reached beneath
    the sheet and massaged her buttocks,
    slowly circling the rounded orbs, again
    and again.
    Instinctively, Jessica relaxed her legs,
    silently inviting Marco to enter the
    opening between her cheeks. Slowly, he
    slid his fingers in and out, skimming
    across the puckered flesh and teasing the
    space below.
    Jessica’s groan caused Marco’s fingers
    to retreat, halting the sweet sensations.
    “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was
    barely a whisper.
    “No, please don’t.” Marco’s touch was
    making her burn with desire and the last
    thing she wanted was for him to stop.
    But instead of returning to his previous
    position, he removed the sheet that had
    draped her legs and moved around toward
    her feet. Warm oil was added to her right
    leg and Marco let his hands slowly travel
    from her slim ankle to her shapely calf and
    up the back of her well-toned