The Touch of Bliss — A Sensual Reckoning (Muse of Shadow) Read Online Free Page A

hour,” she said behind and
above me. I could hear bottles clinking. “So you just let me know exactly what
you want.”
    Then her fingers touched my shoulders and I flinched. I felt her
pull down, tracing her way down my back. When she hit the topmost curve of my
butt, I gasped. I was pretty sure that’s not what most people did during a
massage, but she acted as if she didn’t hear.
    Oil spread across my back, warm and tingling. Her hands were
small and strong where they worked me, starting with my shoulders and slowly
walking down. The pleasure of her touch was indescribable.
    I lost track of time as she swept down across my thighs and back,
touching nerves I never knew I had. She worked me gently with her fingers,
worked me hard with the heel of her palm. She worked me with an ever-changing
selection of wooden rollers from the basket, following the lines of my muscles
and nerves as if I was a map that only she knew how to read. A tingling
sensation swept through me, from toes to fingertips and back again. Each time
it made the circuit of my body, it pooled deliciously in my sex, but it wasn’t
a sexual feeling. Or not just sexual, at any rate.
    You’ve never felt like this before. As long as you’ve lived,
as many men as you’ve been with, as many things as you’ve done… why have you
never felt this way before?
    Then she was in front of me, working my shoulders and my neck. I
couldn’t remember her circling around again. I was only conscious that less
than six inches from my face, the inseam of her white pants was hiding the
black bush and the pink flower that I had fantasized about as I masturbated
less than an hour before.
    “You’re very tense, ma’am. I hope this is helping you feel
better.”
    I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even nod, overcome suddenly with
visions of that motion driving me forward so that I might bury myself between
her thighs.
    “And if it’s not feeling good, you just tell me what you want, Mrs.
___.”
    How can you tell her what you want when you don’t even know?
How is this possible, how can this feel so good and yet scare you so much?
    She leaned closer. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, but the
words were lost as her hands worked their way down, stroking the side of my flattened
breasts. An electric shock twisted through me. I gasped out loud despite
myself.
    I felt her tongue caress my ear. “Show me what you want, Mrs.
___.”
    I spread my legs wide.
    I felt my wetness against the flannel sheet as I spread my thighs
and bent my knees in one frantic motion. I was wide open in front of her,
splayed forward and all but helpless. My breath was rasping, loud in my ears.
    Quicker than I would have thought possible, she was behind me and
onto the table, working her way into the V my widespread legs made. Her fingers
on my thighs set up a tremor that I couldn’t stop, my entire body shaking as
she worked her way up and up, higher and higher.
    I climaxed as I felt her push my panties aside to enter me. That first
touch was all it took, the wetness of my sex mingling with the tingle of the
oil on her fingers to let her work them smoothly in. I had to stifle a scream,
the rainforest sounds covering it as I felt myself thrust against her, my butt rising
into the air suddenly. Her fingers were on my clitty now, working it feverishly
despite how incredibly hard it was. I climaxed a second time, or perhaps the
first was still ongoing. I couldn’t make sense of it, I couldn’t think about
anything anymore except her hands on me and inside me, and the hunger I felt as
my nether lips swallowed her again and again.
    I felt her slip off the table. I felt her hands on me, gently
rolling me over. I was shaking, so weak that it was all I could do to help her
move me.
    I did a better job tearing my panties off.
    As I lay on my back, she stood before me and pulled her white top
off over her head. She wore a white lace bra that cupped her breasts to perfect
globes. Its fabric did