Free Letting Go (Letting Go Series #1) by S.T. Prussing

certainly feels like he is. I work his upper body for what seems like an adequate amount of time, then shift lower down on the bed so I can do his butt and legs. Sir hasn’t said a word the whole time, but I’ve heard a few soft sighs, so I know I’m doing at least an okay job.
    This all may sound a bit one-sided or even selfish to some—him lying there and enjoying the fruits of my labor—but I actually think I’m getting the better part of the deal. He’s just passively lying there, while I’m getting to explor e his sexy body at my leisure. And trust me, I’m loving it. His contented sighs are icing on the cake.
    I’m definitely starting to get a better understanding of this d ominant/submissive stuff—we’re both getting what we want and need.
    Sir’s legs and butt are even more tightly muscled than the rest of him. He’s obviously a runner or a bike rider or something. I’m particularly enjoying kneading the firm, rounded muscles of his butt. I begin imagining what they must look like in a pair of running shorts. If we ever go for a run together, I’ll have to make sure to let him forge ahead of me now and then, just for the view.
    Finally, the relaxation music stops and Sir calls the massage to an end.
    “Very nice,” he says.
    I feel him move on the bed and then he kisses me quickly on the lips. Before I can respond, his lips are gone.
    “Thank you, Sir. I aim to please.”
    “Yes,” he says, chuckling. “I can see that you do. Lie down on your back.”
    Restraining my smile, I stretch out on the bed. My self-consciousness at being nearly naked and not knowing when or where he’s looking has mostly disappeared. I hope he’s taking a long, admiring look rather than searching for flaws—that would mean all my exercising is finally paying off.
    I feel the mattress shift, telling me he’s moving. One of his legs brushes mine, and then he settles down atop my hips. I’m pretty sure he’s sitting on his knees, letting just enough weight press down on me to let me know he’s there.
    His hands find my breasts and begin squeezing and kneading them. I guess this is my massage.
    He plays silently with my breasts for a few moments. It feels wonderful.
    “For what I have in mind next, ” he says finally, “we need to get me nice and slippery. Do you have any ideas how we might accomplish that, Jennifer?”
    I definitely was not expecting that question. I think quickly.
    “Well, we could use the massage lotion,” I say. “It’s pretty slippery.”
    “Yes, we could do that.”
    I decide to be bold. I sense that it will be okay right now.
    “Or we could use my saliva.”
    “Mmmmm… I think I like that idea even better.”
    I feel him move up the bed until his knees are right under my arms. He slides a pillow beneath my head.
    “Go ahead,” he says, touching the head of his cock to my lips. “Get it nice and wet.”
    I reach out and grab the base of his cock with my right hand, cupping his balls in my left. He’s rock hard—and big, too. I kiss the soft head and then open my mouth and wrap my lips around him.
    I slide my lips slowly up and down his shaft. I love the way it fills my mouth. Remembering my assignment, I generate as much saliva as I can.
    Much too soon , he pulls out of my mouth. I can’t see it, of course, but I bet his cock is glistening with my saliva.
    His hands return to my breasts.
    “You have beautiful tits,” he says.
    I’m beaming inside. “Thank you, Sir.”
    “It would be a shame not to make full use of them.” He gives my cleavage a long, wet lick. “I’m going to fuck your tits, Jennifer.”
    I’m trying to picture what he means by that when he takes my wrists and places my hands on the sides of my breasts.
    “Hold them together,” he orders.
    I do as he says, pushing my breasts together. A moment later, I feel his cock slip up between them. Covered with my saliva, it slides easily over my skin as he thrusts up and down, just as if he was fucking me.