Free S.E.C.R.E.T.: An Erotic Novel by L. Marie Adeline

still. I’m here to make you feel good.”
    I felt his hands traveling down my thighs under the sheet,then covering the backs of my knees. Then, standing at the base of the table, he split
     the bottom half of the table in two, like a Y, and stood between my legs.
    Oh my God!
I thought.
This is happening
.
    “I don’t know if I can do this right now,” I said, trying to turn around.
    “If I touch you in any way you don’t like, you tell me. And I will stop. That’s how
     this works. That’s how it will always work. But, Cassie, it’s just a massage.”
    I could hear him take something out from under the table and then I smelled the delicious
     perfume of coconut lotion. I heard him rubbing it on his hands. Then he clasped the
     backs of my ankles.
    “Does this feel okay? Tell me honestly.” Okay? It felt way more than okay.
    “Yes,” I said.
    “This?” he asked, slowly moving his warm, oiled hands up the backs of my calves.
    Sweet Jesus, his hands were amazing. “Yes.”
    “How about this? Do you like this? Tell me,” he said, reaching my thighs and stopping
     just below my buttocks. Then he began to knead my inner thighs. I felt my legs opening
     up to him.
    “Cassie. Do you want this?”
    “Yes.”
Oh God I said it
.
    “Good,” he said, moving his hands to the crests of my cheeks. There he began to massage
     in widening circles, touching me almost between my legs. Almost, but notquite. My body was in panic mode and yet highly aroused. I had never existed in this
     place between fear and nirvana before and it was strange, intoxicating, and wonderful.
    “Do you like it firm or soft?”
    “Um—”
    “I mean massage, Cassie.”
    “Oh. Firm, I guess. No, soft,” I said, my words still muffled by the table. “I don’t
     know what I like. Is that normal?”
    He laughed. “How about we try both, then?”
    He squirted more lotion on his hands and rubbed them together. This time he moved
     up my back in a large circle, pulling the sheet off me entirely. I watched it drop
     to the ground beside me. I was naked.
    “Take your arms out from under you and rest them over the top of the table, Cassie,”
     he said.
    I did so and began to relax into the most intense back massage I had ever had. His
     thumbs traced the outline of my spine from my tailbone up to my neck, then down around
     my rib cage, brushing by the sides of my breasts. He circled like that for several
     minutes, and then dipped down to circle my butt cheeks up and out. I could feel his
     hard-on through his jeans against the inside of my thigh. I couldn’t believe it. He
     was feeling something for me too? I instinctively pressed back into him.
    I let my legs, on the split table, fall apart even wider. It was the sweetest, oddest
     thing to be open to a man like that.
    “Turn around, Cassie, I want you on your back.”
    “Okay,” I said. The room was warm from the candles, or perhaps from my overheated
     body. Just his hands, that rub-down, had removed so much tension and anxiety. I felt
     completely boneless.
    I did as he asked. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I guess this is what
     Matilda meant by surrendering. Before I left the coach house that day, she left me
     with one simple instruction for my first Step.
    “Above all else, sex requires surrender, the ability to simply melt with each arriving
     moment,” she said.
    As I adjusted myself, I was so oiled I nearly slid off the table. Positioned where
     he was, between my legs, he grabbed me by the thighs to hold me firm. He took my entire
     body in with hungry eyes. Was he faking this? He seemed, dare I say, into me, which
     made the whole thing that much more enjoyable.
    “You have the sweetest-looking pussy I have ever seen,” he said.
    “Oh, well, thank you, I guess,” I replied, embarrassed, lifting one hand to cover
     my eyes. I was curious about what would happen next, and at the same time still incredibly
     shy.
    “Do you want me to kiss it?”
    What! This