A Hard Massage

Lana lies face-down on the table, skin still cool from the air. Matt slicks warm oil over her back, working the heels of his palms up her spine and across the wings of her shoulders. When he leans forward, the front of his trousers brushes her cheek. She feels the hard ridge straining beneath the fabric. Her fingers drift up, close around it, and give one slow squeeze. He doesn’t pull away. Instead he steps closer, letting her free him. She strokes him with oil-slick hands while his own hands keep moving, rubbing circles down to the small of her back. He turns her, lifts her hips, and she takes him into her mouth, tasting salt and lotion at once. They keep trading places on the narrow table, knees and elbows braced against its padded edges, until she arches up, tits bouncing with each thrust, and he drives in deeper, using every inch of that creaking surface before he spills across her glistening skin.